{"id":61577,"date":"2020-06-27T09:53:38","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T13:53:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=61577"},"modified":"2020-06-27T20:51:53","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T00:51:53","slug":"painful-wakeup-hour-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/painful-wakeup-hour-1\/","title":{"rendered":"Painful Wakeup, Hour 1"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Once more under black velvet pinpricked by cosmic light<br \/>\nOnce again conduct muses to give voice to this silent night<br \/>\nOnce again sculpt from Eris&#8217; random form into ordered lines<br \/>\nOnce more into the depths of infinite Mind&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>She stirred my depths to percolate what I thought forgotten<br \/>\nMade fresh the parts I thought decayed and rotten<br \/>\nThe long-suppressed emotions I had tucked away in hope of my own safety<br \/>\nThe demons that I thought no longer chased me<\/p>\n<p>The tidal wave of passion nearly drowning<br \/>\nThe loss of my self-discipline astounding<\/p>\n<p>Ever wanting more<\/p>\n<p>Ever wanting more than what I could consume<br \/>\nThe way the world would fade away when she was in the room<br \/>\nAnd soon I lost all sense of self in rabbit-hole of who she was<br \/>\nThe razor edge between infatuation and what I thought was love<\/p>\n<p>But flowry words are cheap when gestures of affection unreturned<br \/>\nThe fire of physical connection without the mental left both of us burned<br \/>\nAnd as both of us yearned for more than the other had to offer<br \/>\nI felt my heart inch closer to the slaughter<\/p>\n<p>Lesson learned<\/p>\n<p>Now months have passed and painful throb has faded to a half-forgotten ache<br \/>\nI look back at the times we spent and don&#8217;t see them as mistakes<br \/>\nJust another step in both our journeys, maybe in the right direction<br \/>\nFor all else she shook what was asleep awake<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Once more under black velvet pinpricked by cosmic light Once again conduct muses to give voice to this silent night Once again sculpt from Eris&#8217; random form into ordered lines Once more into the depths of infinite Mind&#8230; She stirred my depths to percolate what&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":781,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-61577","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/61577","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\/781"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=61577"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/61577\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":62447,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/61577\/revisions\/62447"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=61577"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=61577"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=61577"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}