#irrelevance
When a project has been abandoned, creators of said project will solve small, irrelevant problems, so as to give themselves an ounce of satisfaction, rather than just solve the problem as a whole.
Oct 11, 2024
Oct 11, 2024 at 9:48 PM UTC
Today,
I fight irrelevance.
I wrestle with it
as one wrestles with
shadows or
the urge to *****
I must admit,
it is an overdramatized,
drawn out tussle.
In my head,
it is as if the world is
collapsing,
memories reduced to
cinders,
my being
turned to ash.
But in reality
it is just another passing
of the day,
as one lends itself to the next,
the nights growing shorter,
all is well
it seems.
I cannot come to
agreeable terms
with fate.
I cannot accept that,
for certain people,
I have already lived
my moments of importance.
Each time I remember
the few fragments
of intimacy in my life,
I become less convinced
that I should suffer
in passivity.
There is a pang of desperation
reverberating in my heart
that moves me to action.
Somedays,
I wish no more to reminisce,
I say
silly things.
"I shall recreate my memories,
but this time with urgency,
vivaciously,
with life
and love,
and create from it
new memories that
I will struggle to believe
are mine."
I go out
and find no one waiting.
Had I not been here long enough
to have at least
one person
think of me?
Such are my thoughts,
as I look pensively at the moon
with memories of
a head resting against my shoulder
or conversations with
people whose names I have forgotten,
swirling in my head.
Jun 19, 2021
Jun 19, 2021 at 12:34 PM UTC
Power less is how I feel,
once I was a superhero,
a man of steel,
now more of a zero.
Between allies and alloys,
I mixed with the wrong team,
boys will be boys,
for a moment at least it seems.
We were meant to be kings,
but didn't hold to the principles.
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 8:36 PM UTC
Stares are made towards fame,
but how many hearts are crushed?
Singly taken one by one,
until I am one of them.
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 7:59 PM UTC
Tempo grave, sempre sospirando
An inner nocturne
When I am writing my own opus
The ink stains carress my hand
Crossed out lines, struck down
I am my own symphony
The sad tones of E flat minor
Paint the walls of this chamber a naive black
It creases the sheet music that I play
The resonating chamber within its thorny grasp
Keep my hands from playing
As the melancholic tones
Play their song on their own
#
The piano plays
I yet
have
to
compose
The piano GLEAMS
Something
The piano SINGS
that keeps me
||: The piano LINGERS
From choking
myself
The piano SUFFERS
In an eternal
embrace
The p i a n o SCREAMS :||
The p i a n o CHOKES
The p i a n o DIES
the
p i a n o
Of needles
and thorns
D.S. Al fine, senza repetizione
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 5:56 AM UTC
Ignore me, i'm just nobody,
I'm just someone who thinks he's paid all his dues enough,
so he can refute...
"Trust no..one but yourself"
Everyone says that but i know it's a bad idea..
It's not my place to say,
it's not my place at all,
And though my words they fade,
I'm certain my will will crawl..
But this is the closest i've been..to myself
Promise me, that you'll lie to me,
'Cause everything happens in reverse
And it would all be okay...
Crying? oh now you're crying..
You pick the best fucken time to cry,
oh yeah, you fucken did..
It's not my place to say,
it's not my place at all,
And though my words they fade,
I'm certain my will will crawl..
But this is the closest i've been..to myself
I don't want to be lonely,
I just wanna be alone.
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 7:42 AM UTC
"photographs
of high fever.
unlocked films
of diamond-set
insignificance
this negative
of existence,
spitting static
in sweat soaked
dark rooms."
|| shoo.shu ||
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 12:28 PM UTC
It coats my tongue in apathy,
After the feeling I get from knowing it's irrelevance.
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 10:17 AM UTC
Sitting beside each other
singing tales of our misfortune
wondering what life's chef
would cook up
a new disaster to be
served piping hot
with a side of irrelevance
that only one
who has eaten knows
its bitter taste
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 10:55 AM UTC
Whether we're positive or negative
opposites attract despite their irrelevance
© Matthew Harlovic
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 1:49 PM UTC
Her mind is a thicket, never once pruned,
her heart is in turmoil, weeping blood
she puts on thick makeup, artfully smiles
her mirror image laments,"Are you relevant?"
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 5:41 PM UTC