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Joel K 11h
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.
Zywa 1d
Writing to share
anonymously being
heard and read
Nothing more, please
      
No incense with plumes
for me, I share something
of all of us, I offer
mirror images of life

They are pieces
of my existence, not of me
At most, a single thought
comes from me
Collection "Lifeline"
Joel K 2d
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.
I’ve got a new pad, 50 pages
That’s a lot of room for my rages
Enough space to spill my soul
Getting to the cardboard, that’s my goal
It might take me a while
I’ll have to laugh, cry and smile
When I finally get to the end
The cardboard will be my friend
Ops, sorry, that's what happens when I work from memory. I thought I posted this one here.
Checking on my progress, I’m halfway home
Still enough pages to let my mind roam
I can bounce around, the subject won’t matter
Read between the lines, I’m as mad as a hatter
Oh well, this one will take up another page
I’m taking a break from my regular rage
This is a follow-up to My New Pad I posted a few days ago. Thanks for following along.
Joel K 6d
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.
I wrote a poem,
hoping you'd see
But I changed my mind,
I'm keeping it for me
Today isn't special,
just a Thursday in July
Everyday it's easier,
you're further out my mind
Champagne Problems playing in my ear
I deleted my poem, thoughts not for you to hear
I’m a foreclosure of thought
Wrapped within the underside of a four-leaf clover
Hoping that one day you’d call me when you’re sober.

Your confusion is
Thinking I’m a simple man,
That I can’t see the schism
Knowing where the pieces fit
In the cracks of your halo
Where the horns protrude ever so slightly.

So cut me,
I’ll wait and bleed,
Would it make you happy?
To use your construction paper heart
Ripped from my chest, torn into parts
Beating upon your plate of misery, chop suey.

Watch as I fade
Seeing red again,
And even if I send the pain below
I know, deep down, you whisper
“I wish you were here.”
Well, pardon me…
But I hope you burn,
And out there in the stellar stars
I hope you find a tourniquet
To patch your deadened soul,
As you plead, “bring me to life”.

Will the answer come?
An ace of spades, to get you out of hell?
Back in black, abyssal, endless
So one last serenade, as you fall for me
The night does not belong to god.
So..this was an exercise. The idea was to sneak song titles from different bands to make a cohesive piece.

SOAD - Chop Suey
Slipknot - Wait and Bleed
KSE - Last Serenade
Evanescence - tourniquet, bring me to life, call me when you’re sober
Shinedown - Simple Man
Tool - Schism
A perfect circle - Halo
Mudvayne - Happy?
Chevelle - Send the Pain Below (and a reference to The Red)
Incubus - Pardon, Stellar, I wish you were here
Motorhead - ace of spades
AC/DC - Back in Black
Sleep Token - Fall for Me, The night does not belong to god
I wonder
if I surprised life
with the things I've done
or if it's vice versa
My eyes stare at words
like vege and meat
on a cutting board,
cutting each to meaning
                               sound
                            meter,
sentences and syllables,
my OCD mind refuses to stop
revving the gas pedal
on my 1991 Buick LaSabre
before doing donuts in the parking lot
of a shut down K-Mart.
Regrettably, I’ve never actually done donuts in a car. I have been in a car when someone made the choice…15ish years ago.
I have been alive long enough to know places that have gone out of business. RadioShack, K-Mart—and the first one—Hollywood Video. There are others I’m not even thinking about, I know, but I used to love Hollywood Video as a kid.
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