{"id":88557,"date":"2021-06-26T10:21:49","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T14:21:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=88557"},"modified":"2021-06-27T02:36:18","modified_gmt":"2021-06-27T06:36:18","slug":"coffee-change-hour-2-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/coffee-change-hour-2-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Coffee &amp; Change (Hour 2)"},"content":{"rendered":"<pre><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">The stronger the better,<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">until my hands shake and <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">palpitations reverberate in my ears.<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Until I'm so manic I become <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">willing to subject myself to work.<\/span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">It was never about needing energy.<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I drank you for motivation to continue<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">and honestly, I couldn't brew enough of you.<\/span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Now you have betrayed me. <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Our relationship is no longer as indulgent.<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Somewhere along the way <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">the accelerated thinking took a dark turn, <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I experienced the abyss too real, <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">came to know those palpitations <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">as fleeting seconds on a clock.<\/span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">The increments I ingest you with <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">are more measured, watered down, controlled. <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Too much of you is crippling, <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">mind petrified by the worries of existence, <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">anxiety amped up on a burning fuel of self-collapse.<\/span><\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The stronger the better, until my hands shake and palpitations reverberate in my ears. Until I&#8217;m so manic I become willing to subject myself to work. It was never about needing energy. I drank you for motivation to continue and honestly, I couldn&#8217;t brew enough&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":965,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-88557","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/88557","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\/965"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=88557"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/88557\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":100415,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/88557\/revisions\/100415"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=88557"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=88557"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=88557"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}