{"id":90582,"date":"2021-06-26T12:37:05","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T16:37:05","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=90582"},"modified":"2021-06-26T12:37:05","modified_gmt":"2021-06-26T16:37:05","slug":"hour-four-if-tears-could-talk","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/hour-four-if-tears-could-talk\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour Four &#8211; If Tears Could Talk"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I\u2019ve heard astronaut tears are Jell-O.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">If this is true, mermaid tears are seashells;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Pirate tears are rotted wood;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Pokemon tears are pixels;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">My tears are stardust that was never wished on.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I can\u2019t say I cry much.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I teared up at my grandmother\u2019s funeral<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Only because my mother begged me not to be next.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I have always wanted to be a shooting star.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Maybe someone would find hope in me.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Maybe someone would see me and smile.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I know people claim to care for me,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">But I can never discern if they mean it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Another reason I want to be a shooting star is because they are already dead.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Their matter is just spiralling down to Earth.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">If my body could slam into the ground,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">All limbs and organs bursting,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I would already be gone.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I\u2019ve heard astronaut tears are Jell-O. If this is true, mermaid tears are seashells; Pirate tears are rotted wood; Pokemon tears are pixels; My tears are stardust that was never wished on. &nbsp; I can\u2019t say I cry much. I teared up at my grandmother\u2019s&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2474,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-90582","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/90582","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\/2474"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=90582"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/90582\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":90587,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/90582\/revisions\/90587"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=90582"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=90582"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=90582"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}