Amber 1d

Feeling extra detached,
My empathy - unlatched.
Surplus time alone,
Odd feeling to the bone.
Never lonely,
But looking for a shift in emotion.
People can sometimes provide,
This motion.
Truly seeking just one person,
For perspective immersion.
A being who I personally find,
To have a lavishly beautiful mind.

A H J Oct 2017

Let me feel-
Every inch of my body are all n u m b
I can't even feel my heart beating
I need a hand! I need YOUR hand!
But did you
     r e a l i z e ?

How my fingers just want to scratch every layers of my skin
How the paper cut scars wrinkles every surface of my fragile lungs!
How cacophony is the only scream that echoes on every hallway of my mind!
How hollow is my mind, to be able to hear each wails of my body parts?

Let me feel-
Let me feel! Let me feel! LET ME FEEL!
Cut me through your threads,
Strangle me by your wires,
Stomp me on your heavy metallic existence!


But,
        did,
                you,
                         l i s t e n ?

Katherine Brooks Sep 2017

That day, they brought me to a place for crack addicts and nut jobs and I wished I didn't belong there. However, this is where life brought me — to a silver lining of a place. I feel like screaming, but no sound comes out. I was a mystery and still am. The living hell of a memory that plays on a broken cassette.

Writing to time lost and to time regaining.

Arlene Corwin Sep 2017

Outside And Inside

Outside a pigeon eats my crumbs.
We call him Walter
Inside hairy news continues.
Warm and numb,
I rustle up the casserole
To fill this hungry tummy hole:
Seoul, the polls…
Shall we succumb?
Shall they?
He wants to have it his way.  Is he playing?
You may ask, “Which he?”
There are so many he’s,
So many bloody he’s.
Walter pigeon loves his crumbs.
The lovely pecking beak becomes him.
He, so carefree, eating of necessity,
Unaware of death or of his iridescent beauty.
Me?
I carry on with poetry
While radio debates the possibility
Of war, annihilation,
Which or any winning nation,
Madly grinning dictators,
Bad, head spinning leaders…
Glad I’m cooking,
Looking out the window
At my Walter
Eating crumbs.

Walter Pidgeon (September 23, 1897 – September 25, 1984) was a Hollywood actor who starred in many films.

Outside And Inside 9.5.2017
Our Times, Our Culture II;
Arlene Corwin

it's better to stay calm and detached.
Dawn Treader Mar 2017

Anybody who knows her
Understands she's not like the others
Head in the sky, feet on the ground
Detached when she speaks, cold she sounds,
But her heart is a warm place,
For those she lets in,
The select few see her distant but gleeful grin,
Aware she's different and that's alright,
Because this Nefelibata is always in flight
Head in the sky, feet on the ground
A nefelibata's mind knows no bounds.

Nefelibata: A cloud walker; One who lives in the cloud of their own imagination or dreams, or one who does not abide by the precepts of society, literature, or art; An unconventional, unorthodox person.

I'm so shallow
Don't believe a word I say
I look one way
But act another
You don't know what's real
Let me tell you
What's real is fucking sexual attraction
It is all I know
Between a friend or lover
I'll deny it until the end of time
Because I'm a tease
Don't put my hand there
Oh I definitely want it
But only on my terms
I'm not proud to say
I'm just being real
Telling you the truth
Accepting my flaw
Detached as hell
I want your body
And your mind
If I can't have both
Those moves
Swaying with words
Well,
Before you know it
I'll just be on my way
On to the next
I'm like air
Never know what you'll get
I could be hot, I could be cold
Because I'm shallow as hell
I'm sad to say
But if you want to get mixed up with me
You got some games to play
Levels to win

Brett Palmero Nov 2016

Sometimes when I think
About people struggling
Pushed to the brink
I feel nothing
This isn't anything old
All I feel is cold

Emotion is fleeting
Happiness absent
Despair receding
My mind stagnant
Soul has been sold
All I feel is cold

Nothing is what's left
Gone are life's sparks
But I am not dead yet
A walking corpse
Emptiness uncontrolled
All I feel is cold

Nena
Talking about how it feels to be emotionally detached. This poem is not how I always feel, so I hope no one worries. Just enjoy or do that head nod thing where you're like "I get you man".
Colten Sorrells Nov 2016
004

my eyes feel like
they're gonna bleed
and I can't get
enough to eat



11/17/16
00:45

things have been a bit fuzzy
thehiddenwriter Oct 2016

Your heart has been broken
just like a leaf which fell down from it's tree,
It wasn't intended and
neither did you ever thought of it,
But for something new to come old must go and
when one doesn't go ,
Often -
It's forcefully detached.

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