{"id":406,"date":"2015-05-18T10:56:09","date_gmt":"2015-05-18T14:56:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/poeticexorcisms.wordpress.com\/?p=406"},"modified":"2015-05-18T10:56:09","modified_gmt":"2015-05-18T14:56:09","slug":"its-a-myth","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/poeticexorcisms.com\/index.php\/2015\/05\/18\/its-a-myth\/","title":{"rendered":"it\u2019s a myth"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p>god bless summer my friend<br \/>\ngirls in short skirts and tank tops<br \/>\nlonely streets in heat<br \/>\nmixed drinks and exotic dances<br \/>\ngod bless these dim lights<br \/>\nand distorted sounds of truth<br \/>\nthe rhythm of bass and drums drives me<br \/>\nbut damn these highs and lows<br \/>\ntoo many notes and not enough lines<br \/>\ncell phones youtube<br \/>\nsex whoopie pies and death<br \/>\nit all ties together somehow<\/p>\n<p>i&#8217;m no better than you he said laughing<br \/>\nas the words fell<br \/>\nunapologetically from his lips<br \/>\nwell fuck i said<br \/>\nwho needs the headache<br \/>\ni have my cats and computers<br \/>\nconquered with an empty house<br \/>\nand too tired to clean<br \/>\nromance is for novels and movies<br \/>\nwe&#8217;re real men we fuck fear<br \/>\nand beat down the heart<br \/>\nwe carry guns and chainsaws<br \/>\nour hands lined and sun burnt<\/p>\n<p>we don&#8217;t look back much anymore<br \/>\nforward and down<br \/>\nthat&#8217;s the only way<br \/>\nstubborn and afraid<br \/>\nlike dying soldiers<br \/>\nwe wait for the next fight<br \/>\nand then we move on or else<br \/>\nthe night will forever<br \/>\ncreep up and consume us<br \/>\nwith morbid fascination<br \/>\nand anxiety born of absence<br \/>\nwhat is this bitter mistress<br \/>\nthat holds attention from afar<br \/>\nsometimes it comes but mostly it goes<br \/>\nand words are wind they say<br \/>\nnow just pleasantries formalities<br \/>\nwith handheld memories on a dying battery<br \/>\nthat fades shortly after the sun sets<br \/>\nthese walls have seen better days my friend<br \/>\ntoo much fire charred and fading<br \/>\nand these lines were originally written<br \/>\nin the shape of a dagger<br \/>\ntilted downwards<br \/>\nI ask you<br \/>\ncan you still write<br \/>\nin the dark<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-406","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/poeticexorcisms.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/406","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/poeticexorcisms.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/poeticexorcisms.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poeticexorcisms.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poeticexorcisms.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=406"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/poeticexorcisms.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/406\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/poeticexorcisms.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=406"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poeticexorcisms.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=406"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poeticexorcisms.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=406"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}