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falling  Dec 2014
emotionless
falling Dec 2014
auburn days roll by
like the end of a lit
cigarette, with a
puff of smoke
and emotionless
lipstick stains.
seasons pass
like the whiskey
bottle is drained
to an end to
drown those
emotionless
lipstick stains.
tears tick by
like the bottle
of pills that
cover the crisp
bathroom floor
escaping the pain
of emotionless
lipstick stains.
life comes to a halt
like the budding
drops of crimson
blood that paint
my favorite
bracelet running
away from the
emotionless
lipstick stains.
naz  Sep 2013
emotionless
naz Sep 2013
there was something about you,
that made me feel so alone,
something that made me think
i was nothing without you.

whenever i looked at you,
i couldn't help but realise,
how emotionless you were,
i craved knowing how you felt
and if you ever looked at me,
to come across my emotionless face.

i'm sorry i couldn't gather my nervous,
i couldn't ever face you and speak up,
i'm sorry i looked down whenever
you walked by.

i'm sorry i couldn't be noticeable,
but a person like you should know:
you looked breathtaking even if
you were*  emotionless....

-n
Erica Girone Nov 2018
Emotionless
When we touch
Not a single feeling
Not even lust

Emotionless
When we speak
Nothing between us
That’s worth to keep

Emotionless
For the very first time
Empty, Deadweight
As you kiss inbetween my thighs

Emotionless
But I wish I loved you
Unfortunately though darling
That won’t ever be true
Im emotionless sometimes
Sometimes I dont know how to feel
I feel what im tild to feel
Until I met you
Emotionless
Im no lobger this way becuase of you
You fill me with love and joy
You make me feel like the luckiest man in the world
I love you
~unknown
Andrea Armstrong Oct 2014
Never show your emotion,
never show your pain.
Be emotionless, fearless,
show you are the one and only.
No emotion keeps you sane.
No emotion is me, me.
Emotionless is the Key to Success.
Sophia Granada Nov 2012
Sweet-lipped Psyche's pale white skin
All the men in Greece dragged in.
And the poor girl's dark brown eyes
Led Aphrodite her to despise.
For Psyche truly was a beauty,
Reputed as brighter than Aphrodite.
If Aphrodite was a dark red rose,
Of which we've written poetry and prose,
Psyche was a pure-white Aganisia
For which they wrote a deep-sea saga.
But she knew it was sore unwise
To find herself level with a Goddess' eyes.
The only proof needed for Psyche
Was the sad fate of the maiden Arachne,
Who challenged Athena to a weaving contest,
And though her tapestry was judged the best,
It was she that ended as the melancholy loser,
For Athena punished her with the life of a spider.
And so it was that Psyche knew
Aphrodite wold claim her life too.
So Aphrodite sent her son,
The lovely, winged, holy one,
Whose golden arrows fly at night
And relieve bored lovers of their plights.
She sent Eros to shoot his arrow
And pierce it through to Psyche's marrow,
Then set before her a crocodile,
The scaly terror of the Nile,
With which she'd fall in love straightway,
And then she'd come to rue the day.
For crocodiles have no love to give,
So it would eat her, and she'd cease to live.
On the sleeping Psyche Eros descended,
Long before the night had ended,
In whose dainty breast to shove
A golden arrow poisoned with love.
He prepared to bury it to the hilt,
But a drop of love on him was spilt,
At the moment he saw her eyes, dark brown,
Look to him and stare him down.
Then Eros went back to his mother
And told her he could not wed another
Who did not shine quite so brightly
As his sweet-lipped brown-eyed Psyche.
So spiteful Aphrodite cursed
Psyche through her red lips pursed,
That the girl would find no husband
Among God, animal, or man.
And Eros this so greatly angered
He could no more with arrows linger
At the foot of lovers' beds
To foster love in their young heads.
The entire world then ceased to love
Whether it walked on foot or hoof.
Whether it swam or flew on wing
It could not love nor gain others' loving.
When love no longer circulated,
Aphrodite it aggravated
To see her temple lying bare
And to feel the gray growing in her hair.
She told Eros he'd have what he desired
If only he would kindle love's fires.
So at the mountain, Psyche's family offered her
And she was borne away on the back of Zephyr
To Eros' golden gay abode
That he and his ghostly servants called home.
In the golden rooms she wandered by daylight,
But she lay with Eros in the dark when came night.
She knew not who her darling was,
But called her ignorance a test of trust.
Never to look upon him by day,
She continued in this way,
Until she longed to visit her family,
Which her husband granted her gladly.
But he held her, and he warned her
Not to let her sisters persuade her.
"They may try to tear you away
By telling you gruesome stories." he'd say.
Then, trippingly, from Olympus she jumped down
To walk the streets of her hometown.
She told her sisters her whole story
And they turned it into something gory.
"He could be a serpent," they'd say,
"Fattening you up for the day
When he can pop you in his mouth and eat you"
Unfortunately, she took their words as true.
"So, when he comes to you at night,
Just gaze on him by candlelight!
If he's a serpent, use this knife,
And you'll no longer be his wife.
But make sure not to spill the oil,
Or his waking will cause great turmoil!
We'll find out about that young buck!
Use the candle, the knife, don't spill, and good luck!"
She walked back to the palace at their behest,
Butterflies banging within her chest.
Could the faceless man with whom she'd spent her nights
Be revealed as a serpent by candlelight?
She did not have to wait for long
To prove her treacherous sisters wrong.
As she lay in the great soft bed,
The instructions tangled inside her head,
And lighting the candle, she almost fumbled,
But when she saw his face, she truly stumbled!
Eros' beauty knocked her senseless,
Leaving mortal Psyche defenseless,
And causing her to spill the oil, which smoldered
On Eros' godly golden shoulder.
He, awaking with a start
Was disappointed to his heart
That Psyche cold be so unfaithful
And make a decision so egregiously fatal.
Then, jumping from the casing, he flew
Out of Psyche's lustful view.
And she, for her part, suddenly found
That from the palace she'd been cast down
To a field of which she had no memory,
Or very dim, if she had any.
In despair, she began to flounder,
Then resigned herself to wander
Until she came to a temple edifice,
Which was, on Earth, Aphrodite's face,
And begged the unseen Goddess hear her out,
Trying her patience with childish whining shouts.
Aphrodite, trying only to divert,
Cast a basket of grains down to the dirt,
And told the weeping lovely malcontent
That if she sorted the grains 'fore day was spent,
She just may see her sweetheart once again.
All she had to do was sort the grain.
But Psyche, though her fingers were dainty and thin,
To separate the grains could not begin,
And sobbing, lay upon the stony floor
That was as cold as the Goddess had acted before.
The ants, which had been drawn to the golden grain,
Bore her load and relieved her of her pain.
In their famously sure and straight black line,
They each picked up a piece of grain so fine
That it might with ease pass through a needle,
And into order they the sweet grain wheedled.
Then at the very setting of the sun,
Aphrodite found the task was done,
And though she praised the poor girl outwardly,
Inside she felt the bloom of hate for Psyche.
So she set her down on one side of a stream,
Where on the other was a field of green,
In which lived Helios' golden sheep
From which she was to obtain some shining fleece.
Then Aphrodite left her there to play,
And flew to Mount Olympus far away.
But Flumen, God of Rivers, raised his head
To warn sweet Psyche from his riverbed
That the sheep were so fierce, if she but pulled one hair,
They'd all turn on her and eat her then and there.
It was better if she waited 'til midday
When the sheep lay down to sleep the heat away.
Then she could cross where the river rushes,
And pick the wool that had got caught in the bushes.
So Psyche followed Flumen's good advice,
And for Aphrodite's cruelty she paid no price.
Aphrodite's blood boiled when she saw
That Psyche had survived it after all.
Again, she tried to send her to her death
And charged her to collect water from a cleft
Which mortal humans could not enter,
And in which serpents would surely spend her.
But now it was an eagle came to her aid,
Who stormed inside and flew between the snakes,
Then picked a pouch of water in its beak,
And back out of the cleft to Psyche it sneaked.
Aphrodite, at her dastardly wit's end,
Devised a horrible place for her to Psyche send.
"Psyche, caring for my ailing son
Has drained each drop of beauty, every one,
From my former glory of a face.
Therefore, I command you to that place
Where Persephone dwells. Then you must beg
For some of her beauty, just a tiny dreg.
Then you may have my son, I give my promise,
As holding him from you has marred my face."
Then Psyche, with tears streaming from her eyes,
Decided the only way there was to die.
In what she had appointed her fatal hour,
She climbed up to the top of a high tower,
But her melancholy was so disturbingly great,
All the Universe moved to it abate,
So that the very tower she climbed upon,
Awoke and spoke to her as if a person.
"Psyche, there is a way to the Underworld alive,
So that you need not from my roofing dive."
And to the Underworld the tower gave her
A route and some directions just to save her,
Then it sternly warned her that not of meat,
Nor of anything but bread in Hades could she eat.
So she followed the Tower's path back down
And disappeared into the heaving ground.
And when she found herself before Persephone's throne
She asked to take a parcel of her beauty home,
Which the emotionless Queen of the Screaming ******
Without word placed in Psyche's quivering hand.
The hardest part of the impossible task being done,
Psyche headed back up toward the sun,
And, reasoning that she was to see her beloved before nightfall,
Decided to use some beauty from the parcel.
Inside she found not beauty, but a stifling sleep,
Which forever in its clutches would she keep
If Eros had not chancely happened by,
And wiped Persephone's sleep from Psyche's eye.
Then, carrying her on his back, he barged
Into the Hall of the Olympian Gods.
He bade them let him wed himself and Psyche
And disregard the protests of Aphrodite.
Then Jupiter, indeed, allowed it obligingly,
For he was a man who greatly enjoyed a party.
Ambrosia she was given so to seal
Her immortality and place her among the surreal.
Then after many years of love and laughter,
Psyche bore Hedone, their lovely daughter.
This is how the beauty of the Human Soul,
Triumphed over the beauty of lust and gold.
All this Eros and Psyche had to take.
All this they endured for their love's sake.
They demonstrate the purity of love,
That is admired by Gods above.
In the end, it is the pure Mariposa
Who is more deserving of ambrosia.
Elise Law  Aug 2014
Emotionless
Elise Law Aug 2014
I was left alone,
In this harsh world,
Feeling betrayed and unwanted.

I sat there,
Waiting for him to come back,
But as time passed,
My emotions were starting to be stripped away from me.

By the time he came back,
I was already emotionless.

The only thing I could feel was hurt.

I was hurt because he left,
But one thing that hurt most was not knowing what love felt like anymore.

The feelings you have when you love one person,
Or the love you receive from your one and only.

They were all lost in a split second.
This is something that I felt, or didn't feel during that period of time. I was devastated to know that I didn't know how to love for a short period of time. I just hope that it doesn't happen again.
Nylee Apr 2018
In depth
there's only fear and disbelief
deeper you will find nothing else
just void

the courage
is only the drop on the surface
wearing it like my favourite dress
not many times

there is rage
it intensifies how I feel
using every other emotions as fuel
it burns them

After the fire
Tired enough not to think much
and in a bad situation as such
I fall asleep

Waking the regret
funnily it keeps on returning
the cycle ongoing
bury it within

I am emotionless
with too many emotions dancing
improved a lot in masking
happy with my newfound skill.
Umi  Mar 2018
The thrill of Spite
Umi Mar 2018
Of ones heart with shadows lurking to take over spite is made precious to be felt exciting while it is in fact trecious, but a sleeping terror awakens at times as well, thus a rampage is made amongst it,
A thrill wandering down your spine when you wrong someone and see them tremble through your actions a cold shiver followed by spite
Choosing a carefree life, yet unable to hide the fact that no spark would be able to illuminate whats in your dark, where angels fear to tread, only to explore this loitering abyss within you for some time,
All this blood lust must bring you to insanity, make you a lunatic,
But let it happen, in this emotionless shell it's what feels majestic,
The storm raging inside, waiting to feed on this caused chaos,
Evil and vile, heartless not carrying a smile while mercilessly continuing this riot of a resented soul waiting, longing for destruction
Feeling alike to be burning up, priceless about this act of cruelty until the wanted realisation drives its way into your soul and you question yourself what you have done, or why you have done it for anyway,
But the time will come again for sure, so be ready for it to arrive
When the sleeping terror awakens for another dance

~ Umi
tessa salahi Feb 2014
but when she drew
that portrait of herself,
it didn't look anything
like her
she drew glimmering green eyes,
yellow flowers in her dark hair,
and a smile
she drew a genuinely
happy girl
and it was that right there
that caused her to
not see the resemblance
because she was so
used to seeing
an emotionless face
with sad eyes
without much character
in the mirror
that when she drew the smile,
she didn't recognize herself

~t.s.
Emma Chatonoir Mar 2013
I still love you
Even though you think I don't
I always have
You just didn't notice
Even though you think I don't
I have feelings inside
You just didn't notice
I had problems with emotion
I have feelings inside
Feeling I wanted to show
I had problems with emotion
Trying to keep it low-key
Feelings I wanted to show
But hid for fear of loss
Trying to keep it low-key
I simply smiled
But for fear of loss
And acting flamboyant
I simply smiled
That meant a lot
And acting flamboyant
Was something I hid
That meant a lot
Smiling just for you
Was something I hid
From everyone else
Smiling just for you
Said I really did care
From everyone else
I didn't act the same
Said I really did care
Shaking but genuine
I didn't act the same
Because you were unique
Shaking but genuine
I loved being with you
Because you were unique
Because you were mine
I loved being with you
You kept me safe
Because you were mine
I felt a lot closer
You kept me safe
From the creepy guys
I felt a lot closer
A bond underneath
From the creepy guys
I was able to be calmer
A bond underneath
Tying us together
I was able to be calmer
But still the crazy girl you loved
Tying us together
Tearing us apart
But still the crazy girl you loved
You said I talked too much
Tearing us apart
Never really happened
You said I talked too much
And pulled me close
Never really happened
To make me shut up
And pulled me close
So I could hear your heart
To make me shut up
I would listen
So I could hear your heart
Beat around me
I would listen
And nearly melt
Beat around me
Brought me comfort
And nearly melt
The tears away
Brought me comfort
Knowing you were there
The tears away
The scars healed over
Knowing you were there
Made me less neurotic
The scars healed over
I could drop the knife
Made me less neurotic
And able to focus
I could drop the knife
That brought me deserved pain
And able to focus
On something positive
That brought me deserved pain
When you'd hold me too tight
On something positive
You secretly found the scars
When you'd hold me too tight
The world would stop
You secretly found the scars
But made them heal
The world would stop
So would my heart
But made them heal
With golden touch
So would my heart
Turn to stone
With golden touch
And magic
Turn to stone
And capture the moment
And magic
Of teenage love
Ad capture the moment
To be there forever
Of teenage love
Which apparently was fake
And could never last
Which apparently was fake
Everyone was so happy
And could never last
I hoped this would go on
Everyone was so happy
To see us together
I hoped this would go on
I would marry you
To see us together
Would trigger happiness
I would marry you
Right?
Would trigger happiness
You felt that too
Right?
Or maybe you are the emotionless one
You felt that too
So I thought
Or maybe you are the emotionless one
It's too hard to tell
You felt that too
I think
It's too hard to tell
It's complicated
I think
You never really cared
I was just being used
It's complicated
You never really cared
I could hear it
I was just being used
Like a stuffed animal
I could hear it
The apathy was deafening
Like a stuffed animal
I could be tossed aside
The apathy was deafening
When I really listened
I could be tossed aside
And I doubt you would care
When I really listened
There was nothing to save me
And I doubt you would care
If I left your life
There was nothing to save me
The damage was done
If I left your life
As suddenly as I came
The damage was done
So would you even care?
As suddenly as I came
I could leave
So would you even care?
Would you even say goodbye?
I could leave
If you didn't first
Would you even say goodbye?
Or just say nothing
If you didn't first
I thought about leaving
Or just say nothing
Cause I really did care
I thought about leaving
But I would never say goodbye
Cause I really did care
Maybe too much
But I would never say goodbye
Cause I loved you
Maybe too much
I should have set you free
Cause I loved you
You would eventually come back
I should have set you free
And let you wander back
You would eventually come back
Love always does that
And let you wander back
Where you belong
Love always does that
Confuse people
Where you belong
And how that will happen
Confuse people
Make him think I don't care
And how that will happen
Cause that's not true
Make him think I don't care
Bull
Cause that's not true
The love is here despite the hate
Bull
I don't even know anymore
The love is here despite the hate
And the hate is small enough
I don't even know anymore
Life is confusing
And the hate is small enough
For the love to shine
Life is confusing
And love can be cruel
For the love to shine
Is quite hard
And love can be cruel
And not show up outside
Is quite hard
To prove it exists
And not show up outside
Like introversion
To prove it exists
I have to toughen up
Like introversion
I just look emotionless
I have to toughen up
And prove I still care
I just look emotionless
Cause I don't know what to do
And prove I still care
As hard as it is
Cause I don't know what to do
I must do it
As hard as it is
I'm ready to fly
I must do it
Prove what I say is true
I'm ready to fly
And tell you I still care
Prove what I say is true
Ask the dreaded question
And tell you I still care
Will you take me back
Ask the dreaded question
Get some twisted answer
Will you take me back
Be beautiful again
Get some twisted answer
Wait to hear more
Be beautiful again
Let's do another take
Wait to hear more
Wait for me to open
Let's do another take
I always have
Wait for me to open
I still love you
Pantoum+rant=rantoum
John Apr 2013
All things are trivial
Loneliness just temporary
Love is worth it
And hate is pure waste

People come to you
And people go from you
Situational indifference
Nature is emotionless

So go about your day
Stay up and merrily
Let the river flow
But let the memory stay
Poetry by MAN Feb 2014
Black Rose sweet Demon bud
A kiss from a Vamp with the taste of blood
Emotionless hearts infused with desire
Intoxicating lust sets us on fire
Exposed skin..Reveals our sin ..As we dig in
I tie you up..You go down..Feel my whip..Wrap around
Call me Dom..You my Sub
Wearing your body like a glove
Drop your disguise..Through your eyes..See this devil rise
No surprise angels cry when I enter your thighs
In the realm of our imagination together we flow
****** stroke mental poke entering you slow
Is there Beauty in the Darkness? I suppose...
My Bloom under the moon my Black Rose..
M.A.N 1-27-14 inspired by CR friend Vampskiss

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