Useless Feelings

Poetry and other things I hate saying out loud

[definegodliness]

Hydrothermal vent

For all the times that I have tried to drag you underwater, I now beg your forgiveness.

In your fire I thought I had discovered a kindred spirit, yet your flame is one that breathes lively.

You are the light that dances in heated passion, and I, nigh invisible, but thrive in deepest depths, where darkness reigns.

We are not the same.

You are the brightest star and as such should rise and learn to fly, whereas I –

dive deeper in dreams, learning to breathe underwater.

We both were seeking the key to surviving ourselves,

here, within. Here within — we did seem so similar.

Yet I am but an hydrothermal vent, fuming the core of Earth into the unseen undiscovered.

No star pulsating in unabashed brightness, seeking to collide and, ah…

It doesn’t matter.

The death of my heat leaves naught but rock and icebound water.

You asked for wisdom; I treated you unkindly. Unkindly because I figured you were me.

Now that I understand I only beg you to fly; to reach higher, instead of diving deeper, following me,  trying to learn and breathe underwater.

You don’t have to.

Flame, once I die I may finally be able to tell you how much I need you.

Flame, please dream of me when I do.

— 1-6-2020, M.A. Tempels ©

[deadwatered]

bluesroom

[langleavpoetry]

[labelleizzy]

I would dance you a love letter, but my steps are no longer sure.

I would sing you a love letter, but my voice is hoarse from winter coughing.

I would paint you a love letter... Once my skills are up to the task...

Or I could play you a love letter, although my fingers don't yet find the notes.

Instead, I shall tell you the truth.

For the truth is that you are beautiful, and kind, and worthy of love;

That the crocuses and snow drops about to break the surface are already seeking to love you;

That the sun is best pleased at the sight of you,

And the moon, sailing by, contemplates your visage with as much wonder as you contemplate hers.

Trees dig their roots in for you.

Daffodils blossom, and crows and foxes sing for you.

Even the dew drops sparkle for you...

You are eminently lovable, and you are deeply loved.

[langleavpoetry]

[langleavpoetry]

[plsingly-deactivated20251210]

[ryker-quinten]

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You say you’re doing better but honey, you’re doing far worse How can you say you have a new love when that love doesn’t even hurt? And nobody asked for pain except someone must have been rooting for mine so now he sleeps right next to your side It isn’t going to be a bullet to the chest with me anymore But something sure as hell is missing when it comes to true love you’re whispering to him, with no deaf ear No asking you to repeat the love I used to hear I often understood you by reading your delicate lips so gentle but I sure liked the way they moved slowly for you to say “I love you, babe” So maybe I pretended not to hear you some days And I know love requires a little pain for whatever duration it lasts For so many months that I loved you more than my heart could lift I felt how the love all became different as I became your past and you became forever and always my only true and last

[langleavpoetry]

[dontyouforgetaboutme13]

[langleavpoetry]

Soul Mates I don’t know how you are so familiar to me—or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are. How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have known you before, I have loved you before—in another time, a different place, some other existence.

- Lang Leav

[katierosedailypoems]

on botany

Oh, to be a bramble

Upon my lover’s vest

To dig and claw and draw so near

To the heart within his breast

And if I should go deeper

And slip beneath his skin,

I’ll sleep eternally, the love

That bites and pricks within.

[luxexhomines]

My Love for You

My Love for You 

Is unlike the moon, which waxes and wanes

Nor is it like stars, which appear at night and twinkle away at dawn

And incomparable to the sun, which rises and sets by the day

No, My Love for You

Is the sky, which is boundless and vast

Who covers the world from brim to brim

And is ever-present, even when clouded.

[rahjere]

Hickeys every weekend

My neck is my best friend

Ready with my scars and the texts I sent

Happy to skip school and pay my rent

It’s like I’m not dead

The boys that come then go

Tell me I’m irreplaceable

They hurt the most

The boys that hear my heart

Then say it’s all art

They hurt the most

I still have

Hickeys every weekend

My neck like a defense

I’m not moving

[mm-yikes-deactivated20200313]

burn it

in light of love's soft failure

i endeavor to be my own savior.

to thither and wither this heart -

to let distance decay what i could not.

kill the sorrow of love lingering,

set fire to the emotional kindling.

let the flames cleanse my aching soul

so that one day, i might just let go.

[yusufthepoeticdreamer]

Lists

the trouble, is I’m sitting alone. i know that you are too, because your stars are gone. mine are too. now all i have is this weary tone, that got me love sick, and thinking of you. why is it, i always fall for those i can’t reach? the trouble is you’re my last thought before sleep. i wonder, what number am i on your list.

[fakeoldmanfucker]

For Him #2

You are beautiful.

Your face damn near sparkles when you smile,

like some vampire out of some shitty movie.

But you're so, so alive.

God, it kills me how much life

You have sometimes.

It kills me to see you so tired.

So worn out.

So done.

I say

You can talk to me

And you do.

Sometimes.

Not often enough.

You need help and I can't give it to you.

You won't let me give it to you.

How it kills me.

rhea-imagined