"feelingless" poems
So Called Friends
So called friends
are
frank
As the feelingless words
They always use
and
prank.
Friendship with me
They
end
As mine are emotive words
And in them
I cannot
blend.
S. Bharat
May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 5:58 AM UTC
It’s that of losing sensory touch,
my every emotional synthetic lost beneath this skin.
Plastic or that of parchment flesh,
feelings no longer flow and flex beneath,
the electrical current died mid dance,
all is hollow,
no outer force relieves my eternal,
this faceless numbness,
the only emotion that leaves a sting,
cinges my cadaver nerves
is the flame of frustration,
the itch of anger and irritation.
I find it much more playful
than the spineless dolls of dorment feeling,
it’s the only one that gives me a response,
the latter are that of loosely tangible
lost to that of my feelingless far spaces
of the brain for later use and development,
for now all is lukewarm,
so muffled in psychopathic,
isolation carves the human out of me,
leaves nacked nerves sensitive only to that of the burn,
i’m best left dead when alone,
i’m more than half way there.
Oct 3, 2011
Oct 3, 2011 at 11:27 PM UTC
I'm light, hapy, feelingless and free.
I am without your simple needs, healthy.
I am content.
But sometimes?
Sometimes I'm reminded you exist
And a bit if your pain comes back.
I want to scream and yell and cry
But its barely an inkling of a need,
Not enough to cause any true purging.
I hate you for making me feel this, tormenting me.
You didn't care you broke my heart,
Made me cry so many times.
You didn't care that no matter how many times I tried you ignored my friendship,
You brushed it off when I mentioned it.
You dont care,
You never did.
But you know what else?
You don't know what you missed.
Oct 19, 2012
Oct 19, 2012 at 5:10 PM UTC
It was all without
For what of us
Do ***** on the hour
She drunk as liquor
He like toast
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 9:42 PM UTC
Love and lust seen as the same
Who do you trust
Use and abuse one another
Unfaithful to each other
No love just a love
Only emotions through the covers
Truth is none of it's real
Departed shared the feelingless Heart
Feb 9, 2013
Feb 9, 2013 at 5:06 PM UTC
I've become it......the feeling that has no feel.
No description of this feeling, the manual did not say.
The instructions aren't here, Ive checked it a million times.
Please don't let this be the moment where I wrecked it because I didn't expect this.
A word that relates to nothing that cannot be elaborated.
This does explain the jumbled mess of thoughts in my mind, thoughts filled with the death and Devine.
Everything is nothing and nothing is everything, no feeling, no reeling the mind.
Devoid of emotion from the subconscious.
Devoid of emotion, my heart does not feel you, can't stop this.
Devoid of emotion from a twisted mind that isn't thoughtless, I haven't got this.
Devoid of emotion, please God won't you just stop this?
I've forgot less that's not a mess **** it I digress into my mind deeper than lochness.
The screams that keep dreams flowing through streams like smooth cream into my coffee darkly beam.
Have I made sense to you yet of my emotion filled regret that hovers over my covers and spills from my mind?
Maybe I haven't gotten that far yet...
The eyes grow weary of a feelingless feeling, cascading how this happened through my mind, my ceiling.
The body has been here before, when a fall to my pillows is all I want in store.
Couldn't eat today though I never felt hunger, I tried but it just wouldn't stay and that's the most I've felt all day.
The day grew long but clearly I have no theory to what brought about a feel with no feeling.
Desensitized from my eyes.
Desensitized from my lies.
Desensitized in every sense of the word.
Desensitized, numb....
.......it's not what I deserve.....
Numb.
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 11:50 PM UTC
The dream world built with pack of cards,
Stood always strong with the blessings of lord;
The wind of reality was never to touch,
So strong was the emotional clutch;
Love and faith played hide and seek,
Trying to reach a relation at mountain peak;
The eyes closed with full of dreams,
Never cared to wake up with clues of light beam;
The fairy land lying below the feet,
Started to feel the tremors of reality heat;
The cracks begotten by the tremors,
Let thee to have feelingless quivers;
The heaviness in the air was so strong,
that thou were found in the arms of wrong;
Eyes left wide open with sour and paleness,
Reaching the state of lifeless staleness;
The sea of tears dried up,
Leaving behind the salty death cup;
Before the eyes wake up from the dream,
A divine helping hand showed the path of river stream;
To purify self from the shadows of guilt,
And raise as a new soul rebuilt;
Finding the path between dream world and real world,
the search is on to reach the glory unfurled;
Keeping the packs of cards intact,
the dream world of cards is still on for the soul to reenact.
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 12:53 AM UTC
absent and diminishing
i cannot tell if i am feelingless
or just feeling less
than my previous state
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 3:48 PM UTC
the bomb siren
going off
makes my heart sink
and sends my mind into
panic
my eyes search for the nearest exit
my legs and arms scramble to the door
my ears are tortured by that wailing doom
the wind blows southward
I smell flowers on the breeze
skies are blue and cloudless
there in the distance I can see
I close my eyes then
waiting for…
just waiting.
seconds, minutes, hours,
days were all the same
breathes of animals mixed
with the sighs of the trees
and the world was silent
and blind and feelingless
so long
so long it felt
my eyes and ears and
body shut down waiting
that when it didn’t come
I was not the same man
I had died and yet not died
I cannot pick my heart back up
my mind is always jumping at
the slightest surprises
this will not go on
I just can't
Dec 12, 2010
Dec 12, 2010 at 7:21 AM UTC
Some days I can be strong, some days I can be weak.
Most days I forget how to feel altogether.
I'm just trying to find a way to get better.
I want to feel, something.
Anything.
Anything would be better than this.. this
Numbness.
This feeling of being feelingless.
Emotionless.
Empty.
I want to be strong for you.
But it never ends up being true.
I'm not strong. I can't carry on,
Not without you.
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 10:14 PM UTC
Falling off the clouds of love I feel nothing
It was like I saw it coming
Gravity pulled me toward the cold realization that I was wrong
Pulled me to realize I should never believe the tongue
Gradually falling through the atmosphere filled with pain
My heart shrivels with regret, it drowns in the rain
a dried up raisin crumbling to dirt
leaving a black hole where there's nothing but hurt
the chilled, ghostly air of my past whirls inside letting depressing thoughts fester
they let out a cry
inviting a home for dark emotions to be
and this is where I realized he never loved me
Mi casa su casa but my heart has no home
He never tried to comfort me so I was left alone a storm strikes me down
and I don't make a sound
my love lost in him and I, never found
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 1:21 AM UTC
Is there such thing
as feelingless?
If yes,
where can I have one?
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 8:26 AM UTC
This is the age of tragedy
we are drowned
in the sea of technology-
nothing matters now--only
devices, gadgets, machines, contraptions
that claim: 'We'll make you happy'
This is the age of tragedy
blown over a thousand times Orwellian prophecy
none is free--everyone is subject to the minutest scrutiny
We regard ourselves smart--or supposedly-
but prostrate before that highest authority
faceless, feelingless, mute, the ubiquitous and iniquitous LED
This is our self-afflicted tragedy
in our proclamation: ' Progress, progress at any cost'--
we have lost our entire humanity
When you are in tears and your heart is heavy
help is on hand, you won't be lonely
just flick the switch, browse over Wiki.
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 10:43 PM UTC
Colorless sky,
Greenless trees,
Lifeless flowers;
No fragrant wind,
No salty sea,
No fresh rain;
Tasteless vanilla,
Sourless lemons,
Sweetless cheesecake;
No loud rock,
No soothing violin,
No smooth jazz;
Feelingless touch,
Softless kiss,
Tenderless hug.
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 11:39 AM UTC
The love that the tumultuous lover failed to create is the cause of all this hot flux, perhaps he should revise his tune. What we see in his promises is just glamor. I always told him to break free from tumultuous love. I told him that evening, and I was very serious; messing with bright promises is frightening. In fact, he knew that his tumultuous love made him a weightless ghost. It's now motionless and feelingless, and you can imagine what the bustle would be without the flavor of excitement. Yes, you can imagine that; It's really a strange thing.
Aug 8, 2020
Aug 8, 2020 at 4:41 AM UTC
I feel like I'm jumping off a cliff
And no one's there to catch me.
Everywhere I look you're all I see.
I can't feel anything; nothing at all.
Feelingless.
Emotionless.
Numb.
You say you love me;
But, you don't show it.
You say you care;
But, I don't know it.
I could leave and no one would notice.
Why do I have to feel this way?
Can't I just be okay?
I'm f
a
l
l
i
n
g,
f
a
l
l
i
n
g,
falling fast,
falling hard.
Someone notice before it's too late.
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 2:21 AM UTC
Here we are again, lights off on your bed
And I'm convinced there's nothing more
meaningless than words strung together
They don't make any sense
Here we are again with your hands around my neck
And I'm content to let you go feelingless
like words strung together
They don't make any sense
But there's a difference between loving something useless and letting its
uselessness be what you love
It's dark in these rooms, but between me and you
I'd rather never leave any one
Because even though I cannot see, I've never felt more at home
Than when I cannot breathe
And when I am not shown
the things that can make me bleed, I'd rather
Cut up my throne
I'd rather be all alone
Here we are again, killing with a deadly pen
And I'm offended you thought I'd be reading this
Your words are strung together
They don't make any sense
Here you are my friend, a free man's head
But I confess, it's not the bearer of solace
His head is strung together
He does not make sense
~
Here we are again, we seem to start at the end
And I must digress, the blood on the wall is not red
The words are strung together
They don't make any sense
So once more my friend, I really do regret
But I won't forget the fateful story that begins in bed
The words are strung together
They will never make sense
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 10:08 PM UTC
Pour me another, to recess we go,
Tender the whiskey or beer in my hand
Feelingless furlough with barleycorn glow
Hazard as high as perception is low
Don’t tell my mother, she won’t understand
Pour me another, to recess we go
Scars are clothes-covered and flesh wounds don’t show
Hide all my bruises, pretend that I’m grand
Feelingless furlough with barleycorn glow
Don’t call my mother, she won’t want to know
More to these feelings than she would have planned
Pour me another, to recess we go
Call the Mourne Mountains, and rosin the bow
Rattle the bog and the black velvet band
Pour me another, to recess we go
Don’t tell my mother, she still doesn't know
Sentiment-soaked more than she could withstand
Pour me another, to recess we go,
Feelingless furlough with barleycorn glow
Aug 12, 2024
Aug 12, 2024 at 10:56 PM UTC
I’m at a lost. I’m at a crossroad
My head about to explode
My heart being twisted
Feelings and emotions- Sadistic
You to me – Addicted
I’m twisted. I’m conflicted
In love with a man I can’t be with
Love plays so many games - its Wicked
*** without feeling - meaningless
But a world without you – Feelingless
If you ever thought otherwise – one word Silliness
Never had to hide a thing from you
Every word I spoke is true
Wish I can bid adieu to the ensue
If I do I’ll be filled with blues
I’m torn. I’m confused
Lost in a maze, in a haze with you
My feelings I’ve expressed,
Yet now I have repressed
But no matter what I’m Blessed
With your sweet touch and caress
Somehow you relive my stress.
Without you, I’d have to cope
Take a **** and let it soak
If none of that works ill resort to coke.
But I know I won’t
I’m at a lost. I’m at a crossroad
My head bout to explode
My heart being twisted
Feeling and Emotions - Sadistic
You to me – My ADDICTION
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 5:06 AM UTC
Its the kind of love that makes you think he's the only one for you and his feelings are real and sincere. While he keeps you blinded by his lies and broken promises of a happy future together.
While the world watches you change slowly into a cold feelingless creature. Never seeing the light of truth and real love again. Always living in the shadow of love and leaving you in fear of being loved by anyone else.
Making you to become a monster by playing the same games and leaving a trail of tears and lies that were being feed to you. Never wanting to find true love. Just keeping all the pain and hurt deep down inside.
knowing that praying for help to save your life is useless because no ones listening. You shut out everyone that cared about you for the vampire love. Now your looking at the future and all you see is nothing but pain and agony.
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 11:56 PM UTC
Feelingless eyes flicker through the streets.
They see cars moving around.
Their owners blend with the vehicles
until society becomes nothing but a uniform machine.
A uniform, lonely, horrible machine.
Everything
becomes
gray.
Apr 3, 2025
Apr 3, 2025 at 3:53 AM UTC
There is a monster that causes disease to ones heart.
Fame is a drug that slowly kills you
One dosage brings the fuel the monster needs to make it's start.
Family is forgotten and changed to your status crew.
Although you are wanted by many
You are surrounded by the feelingless few.
After the high ends and the moments start to become more empty
Your heart becomes harder to satisfy
So you shall need more thrills and this drug called "plenty."
Your mind wanders to the past and you start to wonder where your true self did go
Now the curtain rises
Time for another show.
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 1:14 AM UTC
they observed the world
like it was to end tomorrow.
from people
to plants
to kittens roaming the streets
to them.
them: feelingless boys.
boys of no observing nature..
passing by like unwanted pulp.
whispering about them like no end
only to have another observe them.
Dec 15, 2016
Dec 15, 2016 at 9:41 AM UTC
held onto your hands,
When you faltered,
Even though they were,
Only dust and fire,
And let you singe,
An abyss through my broken veins.
You left me there,
Bleeding under a lamppost,
When I stared up into its pale light,
And wondered if I have enough pain,
To flow it through tears because,
Even though you left me, I couldn't cry.
Instead I scream into the stillness,
of this never ending moment,
Speak words that,
No one knows anymore,
In concrete whispers,
That unravels into a broken stutter.
I'll drown into depths of something,
That is unknown to me,
Just to feel the terror,
Because since the fall,
I haven't felt anything,
It scares me to think I'm feelingless.
Because it's the dead,
Who don't feel anything,
Because their nerves disintegrate,
Like brittle prices of art scattered on tiled floor,
And their hearts are meshed into sand,
And they can't return, can't live,
It scares me that they can't breathe,
But I'll touch them through thoughts,
And my obliterated wishful thinking,
I'll touch them through my memories,
It's nothing but illusions that seem real,
I'll have to remind myself, I'm still alive.
I might not see next sunrise,
This unsettling unsureness,
Tingling my fingertips,
In nervous floods and
Chaotic landslides,
Forever potent in my blood.
But at last I've learned to live every moment,
Because I can dance in arms of sunlight,
When they're saying she's dancing alone,
They're saying she's insane,
Because I laugh at sky because it's raining,
I can hear the thunder telling me, that I seem alive.
I'll touch the rainbow through,
My color-splattered canvas,
I could hold a fluorescent star,
And can you see?
I can break the stars,
From that infinite blue sky.
I can empty my memories into an ocean,
And see them sifting through sand,
Drifting in high tides and undecided waves,
See, your memory is among those too,
It's time I turn away and never turn back,
I know this because the moon told me.
I calculate their smiles for confused looks,
When they tell me I've gone crazy,
I can tell them I live more than they ever have.
They don't know what is living,
Every moment like it's the last one.
I know, because I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive.
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 10:17 PM UTC
She’s numb
Looking for something, anything
To make her feel something.
Every day feels the same,
There’s no variety,
No excitement,
She’s just living for the day she will finally feel alive again.
Or maybe just living for the day that she won’t live anymore.
Either way, she lives.
She lives for her family,
She lives for her friends,
She lives so that others will too.
She lives.
I really hope she lives.
This means nothing to her anymore,
This waking up,
Eating,
Sleeping,
And repeating.
It’s all just an instinct for her
It no longer feels like each day is new.
It no longer feels like she can live her life to the fullest.
It no longer feels like she can really be truly happy.
It feels like nothingness
There is nothing for her here
She no longer cries
For it does nothing but make her feel worse
She feels less anxious because what’s the point in thinking about things
Nothing is real if you think about it
Your brain is just playing a realistic game
A game of survival
A game of love and loss
The game of life is tough because nobody ever wins.
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 6:22 PM UTC