{"id":39622,"date":"2017-08-05T23:24:34","date_gmt":"2017-08-06T03:24:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=39622"},"modified":"2017-08-05T23:24:34","modified_gmt":"2017-08-06T03:24:34","slug":"no-mans-land-hour-10","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/no-mans-land-hour-10\/","title":{"rendered":"No Man&#8217;s Land (Hour 10)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>NO MAN&#8217;S LAND<\/p>\n<p>Somewhere between sinner and saint,<br \/>\nI reject the black and white brainwashing of religion.<br \/>\nThere&#8217;s too much grey to ignore, too much love withheld,<br \/>\nand too much judgement cast.<\/p>\n<p>I live between the fine line of being lost and found,<br \/>\nstumbling closer to the fence of hate with every right turn that was wrong,<br \/>\nevery wise decision that fell apart.<br \/>\nIn a fallen world, with infinite interpretations, a black and white world kills.<\/p>\n<p>Reaching towards the impossibility of love,<br \/>\nbetween knowing and seeing the unknown,<br \/>\nbeauty the biggest lie, and sealed with rejection&#8217;s kiss,<br \/>\nthat is where I exist.<br \/>\nIn a no man&#8217;s land of grey,<br \/>\nwhere I accept all people, though they do not accept me.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212; Saskia Lynge \/ Hour 10<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>NO MAN&#8217;S LAND Somewhere between sinner and saint, I reject the black and white brainwashing of religion. There&#8217;s too much grey to ignore, too much love withheld, and too much judgement cast. I live between the fine line of being lost and found, stumbling closer&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":812,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,13,441,1],"tags":[2574,2577,2575,2390,2420,2579,2576,2223,2578,196,1327,1718,23,31,2116],"class_list":["post-39622","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous","category-poetry-prompt-responses","category-uncategorized","tag-blackandwhite","tag-fallenworld","tag-grey","tag-halfmarathon","tag-hour10","tag-lostandfound","tag-nomansland","tag-poetryhalfmarathon2017","tag-sinnerandsaint","tag-color","tag-existence","tag-kiss","tag-life","tag-love","tag-poetrymarathon2017"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/39622","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/812"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=39622"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/39622\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":39789,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/39622\/revisions\/39789"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=39622"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=39622"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=39622"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}