{"id":961,"date":"2013-10-30T20:24:04","date_gmt":"2013-10-31T03:24:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/?p=961"},"modified":"2017-09-07T11:09:52","modified_gmt":"2017-09-07T18:09:52","slug":"1030","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2013\/10\/30\/1030\/","title":{"rendered":"1030"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/images\/102013\/1030.png\" \/><\/p>\n<p>1030<br \/>\nToo much bedtime Lovecraft<\/p>\n<p>Around midnight, I go to sleep<br \/>\nInto my dream, terrors do creep<br \/>\nPanic and fear begin to spread<br \/>\nThere&#8217;s a creature under my bed!<br \/>\nHis skin is red; his eyes are black<br \/>\nHe&#8217;s giving me a heart-attack!<br \/>\nI cannot run, his filthy fists<br \/>\nHave grabbed my feet; he grabbed my wrists!<br \/>\nHe&#8217;s the reason for my nightmares<br \/>\nI try to scream but no one cares!<br \/>\nThough I&#8217;m half-mad from all the fright<br \/>\nI thrash about with all my might<br \/>\nThen I awake, weak and weary<br \/>\nI&#8217;m soaked with sweat; eyes are bleary<br \/>\nMy head feels strange and new to me<br \/>\nWas that a dream or fantasy?<\/p>\n<button id=\"listenButton1\" class=\"responsivevoice-button\" type=\"button\" value=\"Play\" title=\"ResponsiveVoice Tap to Start\/Stop Speech\"><span>&#128266; Listen to Poem<\/span><\/button>\n        <script>\n            listenButton1.onclick = function(){\n                if(responsiveVoice.isPlaying()){\n                    responsiveVoice.cancel();\n                }else{\n                    responsiveVoice.speak(\"1030 Too much bedtime Lovecraft Around midnight, I go to sleep Into my dream, terrors do creep Panic and fear begin to spread There\\'s a creature under my bed! His skin is red; his eyes are black He\\'s giving me a heart-attack! I cannot run, his filthy fists Have grabbed my feet; he grabbed my wrists! He\\'s the reason for my nightmares I try to scream but no one cares! Though I\\'m half-mad from all the fright I thrash about with all my might Then I awake, weak and weary I\\'m soaked with sweat; eyes are bleary My head feels strange and new to me Was that a dream or fantasy?\", \"UK English Male\");\n                }\n            };\n        <\/script>\n    \n\n<div class=\"twitter-share\"><a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/intent\/tweet?via=stickpersonpoet\" class=\"twitter-share-button\">Tweet<\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>1030 Too much bedtime Lovecraft Around midnight, I go to sleep Into my dream, terrors do creep Panic and fear begin to spread There&#8217;s a creature under my bed! His skin is red; his eyes are black He&#8217;s giving me a heart-attack! I cannot run, his filthy fists Have grabbed my feet; he grabbed my &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2013\/10\/30\/1030\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">1030<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[46,90,35],"class_list":["post-961","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-rhymes","tag-bed","tag-colors","tag-horror"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/961"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=961"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/961\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":962,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/961\/revisions\/962"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=961"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=961"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=961"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}