"unemotional" poems
Sensation, intuition, feeling, and thinking,
Is wrapped inside a ball,
A small pink ball inside our head,
That won't stop till we're dead,
Analytical bedrock inside oozing theories,
Elemental atoms sizzling logic,
The imaginative stranger,
One abstracted and eccentric,
Walking with shadows,
Talking and mocking,
Through these theories inside us,
Tilting our caps ‘til we’re shaking our heads,
Pensive love in storming analysis,
Sapiosexually excited, piqued interest,
Unemotional and thoughtfully attuned,
Absently minded, always condoned,
Unconventional and impartially stringed,
Weirdly wired in auxiliary functions,
Misconstrued and misunderstood,
An ****** intelligence bleeding paranoia,
Knocking unto me,
Into you, inside us all,
It’s something we all yearn to be,
And when you fail and prevail we laugh,
Crickling crickets thinking nothing,
Washing down the storm drain,
With no thoughts fluidly sliding down my throat,
Pop goes no questions into absolute concise words like freshly broken glass,
Again shadows await, but different shadows,
Blinking at me staring at you,
Wondering what’s what, inside this dementia made sense of a lovely afternoon,
Inside your sane, autocorrected, predetermined, twitching, little…mind.
Inspired by Myers Briggs Personality Test
Tyler is INTP... Logician (Introverted INtuitive Thinking Perception)
The drifter, dreamer the absent minded professor!
SassyJ is INTJ... Architect (Introverted INtuitive Thinking Judging)
The starry-eyed idealist manoeuvring life as if a giant chess board!
What Myer Briggs personality type are you?... See link below
It would be great to know.Please comment!!
http://www.16personalities.com/intp-personality
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 10:30 AM UTC
Symbol: The goat
Opposite Sign: Cancer
Meaning: The achiever
Modality: Cardinal
Element: Earth
Ruling House: The tenth
Ruling Body: Saturn
Motto: I build
Birthstone: Garnet
Color: Brown
Metal: Silver
Flower: Carnation
Fragrance: Spearmint
Lucky Day: Saturday
Numbers: 3, 4, 9
Lucky Colors: Red, Pink, Purple, Blue
Lucky Flowers: Cyclamen, Plantain lily, Fittonia
Capricorn is: persevering, patient, conventional, practical and disciplined. Capricorn can be practical, unemotional, sober, orderly, controlling and manipulative.
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 1:25 AM UTC
was uttered in a
computer generated,
non-demeaning,
gender neutral tone
by the impersonal,
unemotional,
automated,
grocery checkout machine.
"Enter your customer ID now!"
demands the artificial human.
"And... if I don't?"
I query the metallic shell
of what once was
a minimum wage employee.
There was no reply.
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 10:42 AM UTC
All alone, again
Feeling meloncholy and captive
Within a cloud of intentional isolation
As each thought comes and goes without an answer.
Memories flicker in the crime scene of my mind.
My perception is clouded by questioning every suspicion.
As I try to stay unemotional and rationally make doubt my enemy.
This day has now ended and I have not made a decision.
Wondering when indecision and fear have intersected in my life.
Have I become so insouciant that I am blinded?
As I grow old and in my final hours, could this be my biggest mistake?
I am unwillling to dwell in the present and find happiness again?
Hours spent suffocating myself with regret
Tried to harden my heart to the point of no return
But, I perservere and try to rise above the abundancy of pain.
Licking the salt from my tears as they drip to my lips.
I now lay down, so silent that even my breath is quiet
Asking if the pain is worth the possibility of a true love that will last.
Will he crush my heart with unintentional love for another?
A chance, I guess, I am willing to take. Or too soon?
I can only pray that the right answer will come during my slumber
And it will be within the will of my creator
Praying that my dreams will be filled with the answers that I seek
And tomorrow will be full of love, trust and loyalty.
May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 1:12 AM UTC
If she wore a short skirt or dress then she was doing it to get attention from the boys.
If she wore pants,shirts or had short hair she looked just like the guys.
If she hung out with girls only and no boys then she was "too reserved like what the hell?!"
If she hung out with boys alone then she was "doing it" with all men.
If she liked to play sports she was laughed upon and told to go work in the kitchen.
If she wasn't athletic then she was a 'typical girl, too feminine'.
If she was incredibly successful and a total boss,
she had apparently slept her way to the top.
If she was strong then she was called unemotional "like do you not have feelings?!"
If she was sensitive then that was just the "menstrual mood swings."
If her clothes were revealing then she was just "asking for it."
If she was all covered up then "girl loosen up a little bit."
Like in this society there was no way she could win, she was always wrong.
She was either very shy and quiet or just too loud.
She was either just another girl or helpless and worthless,
Or some kind of *** object.
Good thing she was stronger than all of them.
Good thing she rose up despite the crap they said.
Good thing she was made of fire.
Good thing nothing they said touched her for she was a fighter.
May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 12:17 PM UTC
A charming *** toy,
That is all I am to you.
One who will still stay close,
And **** you too.
A charming *** toy,
With good looks and scary eyes.
I'll pleasure you for hours,
But love, I will always deny.
A charming *** toy,
To make you hurt like you do to others.
I'll make you beg for forgiveness,
For touching me under the covers.
A charming *** toy,
For when you feel alone.
Wishing someone would make you pay,
When you don't want to leave your home.
A charming *** toy,
What if you fell for me?
How could it possibly work,
When I will never be there for you like he.
A charming *** toy,
Only I can say no.
Though ******* you my little slave,
Is the only thing I know.
A charming *** toy,
Why should I even feel?
An unemotional psychopath like me,
Should just enjoy the meal.
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 4:26 PM UTC
Most of my life, I’ve been a highly independent person and proudly so. I have grown myself up, travelled alone, personal decisions. I am even praised for being so independent. I can’t say I did not enjoy the glory. I have rejected my support system fiercely and craved the glory of independence.
Growing up and be independent! That’s all that has been a goal. I had made personal independence as my virtue. Independence from parents, from education, and when you have your heartbroken, independence from being in love. I hated the word “compromise” and the only way to achieve. Doing something all by yourself takes no compromising. I don’t have to think about someone else’s feelings, I don’t have to worry about their needs, I don’t have to take care of anyone but me. Now, this sounds more and more like selfish than independence.
I realise the bigger struggle is to collaborate and come to a solution where everyone has their needs met, to give as well as take. Now that felt like growing up, the test of real courage. Are we glorifying independence because we don’t want to take care of other people? Because everywhere I went, someone was telling me I needed to find my freedom. Everywhere I looked, I searched in vain for that independence I once had, finally having to accept I would never be an unemotional, unattached person again.
Maybe we need not be independent. Self-made Is so overrated. Nobody is. We need not be. Even world war was won by the alliance. We need 2 for a clap or make a life. You need light and day to survive, you need bones and muscles. The world is not singular, the world is not independent. Even earth is going round and round the sun with a crazy crush that it can’t collide into and it can’t move away from. Earth is so on its own, so much in its own, but its existence is a collaborative one.
I know now that I can’t go at it alone or maybe even if I can I don’t want to do this alone. I want to live a life with friends and family supporting each other through the good, the rough, and everything in between. And I want a romantic partner to experience life with me. I want to have support emotionally, physically, and financially a coexistence.
My feminazi is in admitting that we need more feminine collaboration than the masculine ideal of success and independence. I want to find that freedom of shared submission and being part of something bigger than self-sufficiency.
Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 6:17 AM UTC
I
The absence of air
affects the lungs,
which stop inflating,
and kills the subject of illusions.
The absence of love,
which is not so fatal,
immortalizes the unemotional
and ponders if in heaven he must be put.
There's a longing
as wilting as flowers
and as old as happiness.
There are colors
which together paint my town
with praises and pains.
II
There's a new effect:
creepy like fear,
fragile since early
and sad when undone.
There's a new now
which arrives in mind
and explores in it
everything what feels
The absence of us
saddens the unhappy
when there are no advantages,
The absence of what I did,
done alone,
makes useless what is said about flowers.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 6:16 PM UTC
INTP
Introvert
Intuitive
Thinker
Perceiver
Highly intellectual but
score lower than expected on
standardized tests
Fascinated with the world
Plan maker and
abandoner
Frighteningly unemotional and seemingly moves on from devastating events rapidly
Acts self absorbed but
truly cares for people under the cold exterior
Often feels detached from the world
Unable to articulate great idea and thoughts exactly
Loves to argue and debate
for learning sake but
some don’t see it as
friendly banter
Called the mad scientist without
convention
An absent-minded wonderfully built learner,
That INTP
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 11:13 PM UTC
I heard the rushing wind in the calmest air
Loudly whispering
Unemotional words spoken through many tears
Flying freely
With no wings
The present time became bygone
Dedicatedly detached
A light of darkness lit up bright shadows
Well suited
In mismatch
Opposing allies fought for hostile peace
Calling light the same
Agitation dwelled in tranquility
All their calmness
Spoke disclaim
Harmony was found within a tempest
Coordinated discord
The rushing wind screamed out quietly
Time as they knew it
Was no more
Oct 3, 2010
Oct 3, 2010 at 2:44 PM UTC
So what if I'm outspoken
My hearts been broken
I'm not jokin,
my mind is awoken
Soul is stolen,
must be an omen
Words unspoken,
open and golden
Not what I would have chosen
***** the heartache,
now I'm awake
Looks so opaque,
you were fake
It was a mistake just to partake
Do a double take,
no more heartbreak
Time to remake and fix the break
Give and take,
now I'm awake
Was so miserable,
unforgivable
It's criminal,
be an individual
So predictable,
you're an imbecile
It's unthinkable,
not unconditional
Unintentional,
you're unemotional
Not original,
be considerable
It's so pitiful,
not traditional
I'm rational and very visual
You ought to not get too distraught
You got caught tied in a knot
Like an afterthought,
you fought
And brought the plot,
overwrought
Maybe you forgot what you taught
But I'm not distraught
Over what you brought
Just
some
food
for
thought...
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 9:25 PM UTC
I choose to be inhumane
undressed the layers of emotions
that occupied my heart
suffocating me
I need to breath
I choose not to care
allowing my mind to wander
beyond a single feeling
while others dwell blindly
in a perpetual repressive state
I observe beauty with a cold mind
destroy without hate
save without love
remain silent in a chaotic world
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 3:45 PM UTC
Shaking like a train down its tracks
Contemplating two sides...
One a fantasy
One a reality.
Breaking down the barriers of fear
Lonliness through the crowds
Insecurities followed by depression
My unemotional mindset spiraling into a disaster.
Flipping the script to a sunlit view
...where the clouds drift smoothly...
...when I feel my pulse beat through my skins blush...
...when the stars gleam through my eyes...
Without an alternative.
Going back to sanity
Home, where I belong...
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 4:56 AM UTC
i don't want to date you
you're unemotional
walled off
if we were going to connect
we would have already
you don't put much effort
you don't respond to my messages
although i try to be there
a constant variable
for you
i understand that you don't mean it
to be a negative thing
it's just how you are
you see everything i send
and sometimes you mention them to me
whenever i make enough effort
to get you to see me
regardless of how understanding i can be
i don't want to keep you
i don't want to own you
i don't want you to be mine
i just want to feel your lips against my neck
and your nails dragging harshly across my skin
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 10:32 PM UTC
It’s Sunday morning, about 8am. My BF Peter and I we’re doing our laundry. Most of the time, we spent in my dorm common room, sitting side by side on a red corduroy couch, while our clothes washed, and then tumbled away in the dryer. If you want privacy on a college campus, or to do laundry in peace, avoiding the weekend laundry rush, do it before 10am.
"Why do you wear these," Peter asked, pulling and lightly snapping the hair-band on my wrist.
I pull my hand back, protectively. "If I don’t have a hair-band on my wrist I feel out of control."
There’s a new me. I’d decided - civilized, unemotional, clear-sighted.
"I've got a lot to do before summer,” Peter said earlier, “so I made a spreadsheet.”
I felt a shadow pass over me - our future is, at best, undecided. So, I shifted gears, the way the new me is trying to do lately.
“A Spreadsheet!” I said, like I approved, and he grinned. I’d made him happy. This is what adults do, I’d decided, they have civilized conversations where decisions were made or avoided - but there was a small, dark thing in my heart.
I got a text from our dryer saying our clothes were dry, so we headed down. I love the smell of fresh laundry and the feeling of shaved legs against fresh bed sheets - a luxurious combination no guy will ever understand. I made a mental note to shave my legs later.
The last couple of weeks I’ve been working on summer fellowship applications. A successful summer fellowship is one of those things I’ll need when I apply for med-school - like grades, faculty letters, physician recommendations, community service, a great MCAT score, bla bla bla.
My mom knows the 200 things med-schools use to cleave away pretenders and she’ll rattle them off upon request and sometimes over groaning protests.
What I need, ideally, this summer, are clinical experience hours. There’s not much at stake, just my future, the respect of the faculty, and the begrudging acknowledgement of my pre-med peers. My mom was quizzing me on my progress last night. I confirmed that all the applications were in and I ended with, “I haven’t slept with anyone yet, to gain advantage - but we’re still early in the process.”
She was not amused.
Feb 20, 2023
Feb 20, 2023 at 2:13 PM UTC
Light upon the statue of
retreat,
"Get away from me!"
stupid mother,
for I, myself, lie
within a lie
and cards dealt do
fly, I
hesitate to say I wish I could
cry, but
the disgrace would
hit me in the face
Crush the ****** ants
crush them all
roll them over
call it up
ring it back
**** it in
blow it out,
left dead
no longer wandering
about
Leave me this way
with my false laughter,
stagnating mind,
it is true, I try to be kind,
But all for not
I cannot blot,
Make me blind
hurt me
justify my doubled
contempt,
it makes no sense
that at one time
I rhymed
and dreamed
A destructive force
is strong,
A reconstructive force
is too late,
a world of isolation
wouldn't that be great!?
Unable to retreat
for only fools avoid thought
and the universal mind,
without a translator,
is a love me not
In what I say none shall see,
I sting,
I stung,
just like an assimilated ant-bee.
Listen! What do you
see?
See! What do you
hear?
Uncensored, What do you
feel?
Tasteless human hell
Heavenly human smell,
oh...
do tell.
All combined by the link
brake the ****** chain,
disconnect
local bus,
electrical circuit drain:
If a tree falls in the forest... cliche.
If information is lost on the super-highway... cliche.
I refuse
to lose,
now amused,
at the fun-filled mind
so depressed, lifting up all but itself,
just put them on the shelf
free time for yourself
Lyrics to rise:
Curs' ed female
emotional warfare
Damn' ed males
physical,
unemotional warfare
The battle of a single mind
Destroying the thing we wind
Will we fall behind?
Look backwards,
at the passing of time,
LOOK! AHEAD!
Fix what was wrong...
and live really long
Lyrics to sing to a
retreating statue:
"Come here I care!"
loving mom
For a lie is just a
defense against
closeness,
a decent hand to
hold on to
I wish I could lie
and deny,
but truth always unfolds
don't die
Long live the ants
live long to them all
blow the hate out,
is that what I was
wondering about?
Be By Me
Not Too Close,
Stagnate Laughter
is soon repulsed,
I care, perhaps too much,
for ones unknown and known
my only request:
return the zest,
Return my dreams
or the balance of force
I have retreated in the
solace of universally translated hope;
I solidify and take shape,
running in many directions.
Jul 18, 2010
Jul 18, 2010 at 8:56 AM UTC
I don't want a "friend"
I don't want to get ****** in the end
I don't want your shoulder
I want something colder
I want someone to pretend to "be there"
But in all actuality not even begin to care
No, I don't need a ******* hero
I just want a neutral , unawkward place to go
I really don't want your opinions or your advice
Tho, I'm sure I've numerous flaws for you to chastise
I don't care to see things from your point of view
I want fun, fake, I want flippant for now
I don't want you to really listen to a **** thing I say
Because I don't want your theories to get in the way
I don't want your hopes and dreams explained to me
I just want someone to humor me for Gawds sake
Please do not try and understand or analyze me
I'd be much more comfortable, if you just use and abuse me
You know, someone to really kick me while I'm down
Drag my tired *** around, you know, something physical
I'm so numb, many believe Me to be unemotional
I no longer stand to correct them
Hell, at least they've something to believe in
Inflict harm upon me
Isn't that the way it's supposed to be?
I don't want your Gawed ****** empathy or you to
"Feel my pain"
Can't you hear me? I want you to be the very source of my pain
I want someone I can blame
Someone who doesn't give a **** all the same
I want you to look away, walk away, stay the **** away
You to, can pretend my inner psyche is not at all in disarray
No, I don't want a caring or understanding touch
Jesus! I am not asking for all that much
I don't want you to give me your heart
I really don't want any part
All I want is a sympathetic acquaintance
Doesn't that make sense?
© Melissa Adkins. All rights reserved
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC
I’m an unemotional mess. Just call me a paradox
I am surrounded by seas of nothingness
Comforted by the lack of a beating heart.
I am chaos; I am a calamity.
Just a mass of unsure existence
Engulfed by a cloud of grey.
There is no black and white for me,
Just a horizon of unequivocal bleakness.
The emotions within me stir nothing,
Unlike those that surround me.
It seems their hearts beat in unison
While mine remains silent.
My heart feels like oblivion.
I hear its silence over the snare of beating hearts.
What will happen when they become louder than my own?
I’m a mess. An utter disaster.
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 1:03 PM UTC
Reading bad poetry,
writing bad poetry,
existing as a subpar slice of
unemotional prose.
I'm a singsong
last-ditch singalong;
ding-dong-ditch me,
***** me out.
Slice me up and
lay me out to dry.
I cut onions:
I don't cry.
You ignore me:
I don't mind.
Remember me
as a sad story and not a person.
It'll be gratifying,
albeit dehumanizing,
patronizing,
but at least you'll be sympathizing
as I'm unsurprisingly capsizing.
Right now I'm realizing
that I wanna be the hungry waves
and not the sinking ship;
the sharp harpoon and not
unfortunate Moby ****
I wanna be the brick
instead of the window pane;
I wanna be the ****** sword
and not the bleeding slain.
So the inferiority complex that's been harrowingly ingrained
inside of my needlessly idle brain
can **** off once again,
because I'm gonna be the poet now,
not the reader, page, nor pen.
Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 11:44 PM UTC
So time to and move on and goodbye.
Like the strangers we were
in all the time we sojourn together.
unemotional be
for all it is a wistless life,
aeon in aeon:
meetings and partings
****** be the vogue,
mallet-smash the mirrors
them in the halls of
spirited dreams
barefooted walk on those shards then
red be they tinged, **** if they do
for there is a pleasure in this pain
always like this, rivers that rise
high up in the hills, swelling in the rain
die dry in the heartless dunes
and a piper sounds out the songs
caravans on horizon
that them streams carried
here into their graves
for deep somewhere
subterranean buried
lies a clothed casket
broken heart, sunken dream
so let us move on. you, on,
and I, to my dance
to each their own.
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 4:46 AM UTC
All Understanding uncovers
ugliness, usury.
Unifying utopians
uncorruptable,
unmoveable.
Dashing Prophets promoted
promiscuous personalities.
Promethus’s powers
persisted
purposelessness.
Do Postmodern proletariats
protest phantoms?
Puckering proudly,
pondering
paraphrases?
If Egyptians engineered
excessive egoists,
Englishmen evolved
ethical
endgames.
Tradition Rules reformed
rednecks, remobilizing,
romanticizing, recursions
rose
remarkably.
If Caesar costumed
cabals crafted carefully,
Christianity calibrated
circumferential
conflicts.
Vigilantism Unveils unlucky
usurper, undoes underachieving,
unemotional, unconsciousness
unlearning
unhumanness.
Every Tadpole’s talents
triumphs titan’s tricks
tip toeing
towards
truth.
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 2:58 AM UTC
As I journey through the tracks of life, I lost my train of thought
Emotions avoiding to feel, it's closest touch of feeling, is distraught
Trapped in a whirlwind of unemotional cyclones
Feelings trapped, feelings caught
My essence seeping from my skin daily, I question of fight or flight
Decaying self worth
I fought
Dividing by zero, a bitter chaotic end, life has its lessons, I'm not listening
It comes to nought
I'm married to the darkness, a trial in error, the verdict still out
Im lost in court
A life settled in coin, casket to cross the river to the afterlife
Paid in full with despair
It's bought
I wish this train would return,
Take me with it on it's journey, let my self worth become my companion, I crave it
My escort
Sep 6, 2019
Sep 6, 2019 at 2:20 PM UTC
*Creativity has its own life
Longing to be free
It's something I must do
Though you may never see
Do these words mean I'm crazy?
It may be that I am
I just let my feelings show
But control myself, I can
You moved into another place
Between casual and intense
It begs for some attention
I'm just trying to make some sense
How should I act around you?
What am I allowed to say?
Our lovers would not understand
And assume we will wander away
I want to be close to you
We have a connection
But life says no for us
So I must accept its rejection
I want to know you
It's clear for you to see
You can be my friend
Are you thinking of me?
Maybe I'm being presumptious
Something I need to be told
Are you just being polite?
Am I being too bold?
I've thought more than this
It's hidden from your view
I want to tell you what I think
But can I trust you?
I can be your confidant
Your secret's safe with me
You'll never have to wonder
If I'll reveal for all to see
My age a curse
Yet equally a blessing
I may be too old for you
But I'll never keep you guessing
I give everything I have
Yet never lose control
I am not unemotional
I let my feelings roll
I know who I am
And sadness is part of life
I can live within it
I will remove the knife
It's because I believe in me
Regardless of who says what
I am very strong inside
No matter how deep the cut
But your beauty cannot be ignored
Even though that is what's required
My fantasy world, unrequieted but alive
Focuses on you, something to be admired
It may be you are appalled
You didn't ask for this
You have chosen your path
And wish to follow your bliss
Confusing as it can be
It's obviously the wrong time
It doesn't help your life in any way
I'll never say you're mine
True as this may be
I still think you're great
But I will leave you alone
And accept my life's fate
In a different world we can thrive
Seeing through our mind's eye
It doesn't have to be about the flesh
We will never have to lie
It may be that close friendship
Spiced with coy flirtations
Is all that we will ever have
No matter our inner sensations
It is ok for you to know
That I think you are so attractive
I will continue on with my life
And not be so reactive
But if you need to confide
And tell me what you think
I will gladly lend an ear
From the cup of honesty we will drink
Do not be afraid of closeness
Outside of your spoken vows
You can reveal yourself to others
It can be managed with what life allows
But it's back to the reality
Of what it all means
I'll go back to my world
And see you in my dreams*
Jan 30, 2012
Jan 30, 2012 at 2:36 PM UTC
A while back
I talked about
crunch time.
and in all honesty
it really wasnt that
long ago
that I cared.
but I
dont
anymore. Not
because
its what
I decided
consciously. But
more so
it was just
one of those things
that
happened.
the dreaded month
is here.
and nothing
is how
I presumed
it would be.
instead of being
scared
or
sad
or
anything
expected,
normal -
i dont care.
I feel empty
and unemotional,
which is
weird
for me.
typically,
feeling
is all that I know how to do.
I guess that's gone,
too.
Aug 6, 2012
Aug 6, 2012 at 2:50 AM UTC