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Joel K 2d
In a fallen state.**

Looking at friends and family—
Seeking guidance in their daily lives.

They struggle with losses they are too ashamed to
share all because of their psyche.

If I interact I am nosy.
If I complain I am stubborn.

I can't mind my own business because of our connections.
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I investigate relentlessly and ask nothing but questions.

In my own world…
I spend my time in a delirious state—
Some would describe it as a ticking time bomb.

Like trends that never end.
Better yet addictions.

Some days are like picnics with an abundance of food—
The rest of the week is comparable to dew coming as a signal to the crack of a thunderstorm, soaking everything in water.

I stretch my youth out in limbo.
A perfect pause for—
“The Scream.”

I writhe in my downfalls with droplets of rain devising my tears like water going through pipes.

I can say…

Many of you suffer the same way and are confused in your youth.

With feelings for one another.
Our sympathy does not support the struggles of being different.

As it is now…there is a distance between you and me.
And there is nothing more to do than wait for your brush to be revitalized.

Your strokes would radiate the board with colors, colors so vibrant they make a pedestrian walk back the second time.

Knowingly, I cannot watch over you….
So I will look you directly in the eyes as I will tell you this.
I am writing this after feeling like my efforts in certain categories are hard to overcome and realizing that it is the same for a majority of people around me.
Joel K 5d
She called me over when her parents left, and invited me over for a date.
Before I was in her room
It was advised to bring some protection.
Latex?

All for her to be done?
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Latex Gloves.
I pulled out and began scanning my fingers across her room.

At the end of the room :vines.

Vines from trees, flowers emerging through and from. An allergenic smell emitted—carving out the thick toxins as they fell onto the floor like a staircase of crumbling debris.
Like pages of books falling flat onto the floor ill by the plague and far from recovery.

The smell of lavendery-daffodils. Like new laundry, everything was scented in this room, by color and by smell.

No visualization decoded by my eyes all because they were fried.
Red and puffed.

The frequency in the room, making zap-roided sounds.
Electric like all the different shades of blue, a savory sound and a unironic taste.
I would not want to explain because I kept it all to myself.

I marveled at it all and not whatever was in front of me.

I viewed her emotions as inferior to this delight of a room.

Far better than anything sensory she could of course do.

A distraction these walls became
Overwhelming to me was not the best of both worlds.

The only distractions were nothing but this interior design…
I wrote this for comedic purposes and simply out of boredom. It basically just sums up how this guy misses out on what was implied and ends up doing his own thing. Which is more pleasing than what would be implied to him.
Hence the name
“Suggestive Language.”
Joel K Jul 30
Good Ideas—
Good ideas.

I lost the plot for today.
Scattering my brain because of demands.

A people pleaser, it seems like—
Filling their commands
with every good wish left in this world.

Even mentally gone,
there’s still so much to be said.

Exhausted.
Yet in need of execution.

Intentions foggy to many,
but metaphysical to me.

I could remember it tomorrow—
but I will not follow suit.
Not a computer so it’s all selective memory.

This emotion is pure,
and I can’t let it burn like the thought in my head.
So I thread on
whatever is left
and make it work.

Good Ideas—
Good Ideas.
I am trying to describe the feeling of meeting my own demands at the expense of other peoples expectation's but being tired it is a struggle to pull together, so this came out instead because it felt authentic.
Joel K Jul 28
1 Ring
5 Rings
10 Rings
20 Rings…

I was just sleeping—
walking down the stairs
with heavy feet.

The window cracks
shining light to my face—
tempting me back to bed.
Opposite of a charming kiss
given unto a princess in slumber.

…

But I cant go to sleep
as she doubled the rings on the door.

So I opened the door
and like a dead corpse,
I faded by the light.

“Ahhh.”

At that moment
I remembered what I dreamt of…

“Lying and Semaniusly”
Blurted out
as I realized
I was already blocked?

“That makes no sense!”
I thought to myself.

Why would they do that?
What was the reason for it?
Was it necessary?

All of these questions
and my mind was tied
to the self-deprecating rings
that stopped me
from searching in this dream.

———————————-

To acknowledge
that I left the dream confused
was frustrating.

But cleanly
I came out of the dream—
and had to check
if it really was a dream…

Contumely so—
I left with a new word.

“Semaniusly”?
This is based of a true story lol. It just happened today after I woke up from my mom ringing the door.

I was having a dream well she was ringing the door and I dreamt of a person that had blocked me had used this word.

This is not the first time I have had an unknown word pop up in my dreams so I did research and gave it meaning by latin roots.

Sema= Sign or Symbol
Nius (in context of the word.) = personhood.

Because it was often used in peoples names like Cornelius.

-ly is an adverb which is in ly|ing.
Joel K Jul 24
My methods to run away have been eradicated to ash and steam, always hot at the moment.

The place where my heart resides is only hazardous, confusing itself with toxins.

The place where the brain commutes with the rest is not functioning.

One thing holding you captive to chains, your imagination carrying you to somewhere else.

Listen to the doubters, they say “You’ll never stop.”

Like a tunnel all hollow their only echoes are denial.

Whatever situation you're in, plead with two hands to take it away.

Even when tears dont fall and it's hot outside, outcry to make it work.

On the two knees you use to stabilize yourself, look up and watch the clouds drift as time does.

Intense focus on the clouds as they move inside time and intense focus on the conflict inside.

Cry out more to make it payout, because if all your efforts are in vain, something is not working.
This was a rough draft. Only thing I edited was the title.
Joel K Jul 24
I feel compelled to speak my mind—
hectic to nothing else but the air trapped in my heart.

Butterflies in the stomach, yet nothing near the heart.

Lost in thought, trying to find what’s right, this ”divine reverence.”

We have in one another—these leaps of faith similar to stockings.
Chances of increase and decrease are fixed and  100% of the time it is crashing.

Economy makes the shots, always putting synchronization first.

Individual lives are startled and judged by their apparent fans.

What would I know? Kept my mouth shut, people worked differently.
That makes us more of individualists then we claim to be.

As I take a picture of you, I sacrifice a fraction of my life—recollecting your actions and words in one picture everytime I take a look.

At the end of the day we are individualists, so to write about you is a whole different story.

Only by the components of our life could we waste time on one another.

If you could make me second in command, I would make you first…
To be with a Guppy as close as me.
I wrote this before any of the poems I posted on this website and I polished the end.
I was expressing a deep thought, wondering why humans are so stuck on individualism and how they are only a few people that question this, referring myself to a fish.

Specifically a Guppy since they are both sympathetic and Empathetic. Overall I was attacking the fact of not being able to spend more time with one another. I just edited the premise.
  Jul 23 Joel K
CJ Sutherland
If                               You  

Don’t             Stand

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You        Will

Fall                  For

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