{"id":1333,"date":"2017-11-16T08:47:16","date_gmt":"2017-11-16T14:47:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=1333"},"modified":"2017-11-16T08:47:16","modified_gmt":"2017-11-16T14:47:16","slug":"pretty-sad-but-also-not-really","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2017\/11\/16\/pretty-sad-but-also-not-really\/","title":{"rendered":"Pretty sad, but also not really"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Waiting:<\/p>\n<p>Is this a joke,<\/p>\n<p>being played to me, by me?<\/p>\n<p>There&#8217;s no crack or split, no lighting<\/p>\n<p>No skin shredding winds<\/p>\n<p>No stillness, there is still moment<\/p>\n<p>No disaster warning<\/p>\n<p>because there is no disaster<\/p>\n<p>Just life being life<\/p>\n<p>And people doing things people do<\/p>\n<p>There is nothing, there isn&#8217;t anything<\/p>\n<p>but still something<\/p>\n<p>sticky<\/p>\n<p>dropping down with a purpose<\/p>\n<p>Down my body,\u00a0 and into my chest<\/p>\n<p>It sits there for maybe a week<\/p>\n<p>Maybe, but not at all<\/p>\n<p>it can&#8217;t burst<\/p>\n<p>it doesn&#8217;t rupture<\/p>\n<p>just bubbles up<\/p>\n<p>And goes back down<\/p>\n<p>Throughout out the day<\/p>\n<p>but it feels necessary<\/p>\n<p>in a familiar type of way<\/p>\n<p>It keeps my insides intact,<\/p>\n<p>Even though it weighs me down<\/p>\n<p>It might just be my head<\/p>\n<p>gaining its feelings back<\/p>\n<p>By giving me a numbness<\/p>\n<p>That burns behind my eyes<\/p>\n<p>I wrote this poem because I was hella depressed, and felt really bad about life and everything. I truly just wanted to crawl up in a ball and never wake up again. I know this isn&#8217;t something new ever teenager gets likes this but honestly, it was pretty bad this time around. I try my best no to make poetry when I&#8217;m sad because it seems like I&#8217;m trying to get something out of it. When in actuality no one ever sees my secret poetry collection of sad things. No, that it actually exists or anything. Haha&#8230;, Anyway this one is very recent I wrote it in a tent out behind &#8220;JI&#8221; because I really didn&#8217;t know what else I could have done. If it seems confusing it&#8217;s because it is. My emotions were everywhere at that point and trying to talk to people about it seemed like too much of a bother. I just let myself think and let it flow out.\u00a0 Which I suppose that could be the best way to write poetry, by letting yourself word vomit. I mean, I don&#8217;t know if any of you guys actually do that or not, but I just find it interesting how I can only do that when I&#8217;m in some type of mood extreme. Whether it be happy or severely depressed. Just one of those random out of nowhere traits you figure out, like juggling while you left pinky toe rests in a vat of hot cheese. I&#8217;m not saying I can do that or anything, but I know one of might be able to if you give it a try. Like honestly if any of you can actually do that I will pay to see it, that seems pretty cool.\u00a0 Anyways&#8217;s if you finished this blog post look up &#8220;BTS&#8221; they are a really cool K-pop band that helps me a lot when I&#8217;m feeling sad. Peace<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Waiting: Is this a joke, being played to me, by me? There&#8217;s no crack or split, no lighting No skin shredding winds No stillness, there is still moment No disaster warning because there is no disaster Just life being life And people doing things people do There is nothing, there isn&#8217;t anything but still something &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2017\/11\/16\/pretty-sad-but-also-not-really\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Pretty sad, but also not really&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":19,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1333"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/19"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1333"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1333\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1430,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1333\/revisions\/1430"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1333"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1333"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1333"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}