21 match(es) found in poems


Poem
♥ My Sweet Emotionless Pain ♥

You love me
or you love me not
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iron panda 23

emotionless

No Love,
No Life,
...
Nicole Arishenkoff

Emotionless Child

He stands with no emotion,
No expression on his small, round face.
...
CatherineLouise Taylor

Emotionless

Staring at the wall
Blank
...
Leslie Ching

Emotionless

All these words in my head
but like a bowl of beads
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Tia Maria

Emotionless

i wish for the impossible
emotions
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Princess Moultrie

Emotionless

I haven’t blinked in seconds
I haven’t smiled in minutes
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Reduce, Reuse, Recycle

Invisible Emotionless

I'm Speckeled with you glory, yet I still feel the Shame.
Eveverything's so different, But I still Feel the Same.
...
Lacey Saulisbury

Emotionless

a morning full of people lost in their lives
a woman with no heart who doesnt like lies
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victoria martinez

Emotionless

I can't feel nothing no more
Is there anything else to feel
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Liz Gellur

EMOtionless

I wanna write a poem
One that will make u cry,
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thomas coltrin

Xx.EMOtionless.Xx

EMOtionless is what I can be.
Hoping the world don't notice me.
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Shauntae Taylor

Emotionless

Blood on blood
makes everything go black.
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Heart of Ice Die Die Die

Emotionless

I hate my hate, though I love my love.
And I despise my regret.
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Devon McElveen

Emotionless

Sometimes, there's nothing.
I am empty, gone.
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Tashi Coote

Emotionless

You
did
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Nunya frigginbiznez

emotionless

There is no emotion that comes with death
When it is your life to take away
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Aris Sira

Emotionless motions

The sounds and flashes run through me day in and day out. I try to hide the pain and memories of what the past holds. No regret just disturbed and tor ...
Bryan Rehnelt

Color Me Emotionless

Color me the color of a black and white world,
Color me the color of that half dead girl,
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Zephyr Cullen

Numbing Emotionless pain

The best pain there is,
Something everyone can miss,
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Theresa Short

Emotionless

My days are long, my nights are cold, as they are spent silent, and alone. I am at the point where fanatic manipulators die to be. That happy medium between being traumatized and bereavement.
I am now at the point where my sensations are dry. The waterworks that once ran down my face are now dry. I am altering who I am, who I was, what I am. I am turning into someone else you will never know. The old me is dead and dry.
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Gabrielle Plichta

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