#obsolete
Find me in the shadows
Cowering behind broken windows
Obsolete and useless
Like old Nintendos
Single celled amongst the minnows
Fear the stage, cancel shows
Tattered armor from the battles
When oh when
Will I get to chalk up my first win?
Who knows
I mean
Who knows?
Been trading blows
With good and evils
Gods and devil's
A perpetual looser revels
With a fat lip and broken nose
I lie about it so it still grows
As time slows
Behind a cold wind that blows
New highs
New lows
No,
Reoccurring lows
Kept on stepped on toes
A blade allows me to watch
Oxygen turn life from blue to red
As it flows
And drips off the edge
Of pointy elbows
Not caring where it goes
Never telling what it knows
©2025
Jan 10, 2025
Jan 10, 2025 at 3:53 PM UTC
and in the words i find
no comfort as i crawl
away to my demise
sad eyes glued to a device
no poem in months
no one seemed to notice
that i missed out on the fun
and that i had nowhere to run
tags and labels
hoping i'll be noticed
but my attempts come to no avail
and my imagination has gone stale
romance is bleak
i'm not sure what to say
care is obsolete
love is incomplete
music is all i'm good for
and that's not even enough
so i sit here on the floor
begging them to shut the door
well, since there is no end in sight
maybe i will end this here
if i may and if you might
turn away if this gives you fright
Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 4:12 AM UTC
We were mixed up when it built;
One another forced to coexist.
As it drew us high and higher still,
Below us grew the abyss.
Overflowing with ecstasy,
We left our hearts astray.
The obnubilating and obsolete
Had gotten our way.
Obstacles vanished one by one,
Increasingly slaying the beast.
Moments we thought we'd won
Are when we'd won the least.
We stretched out our hands towards the sky
Like wretched ghosts wrapped in disguise,
As though we had just found a new paradise
With the devil ahead leading as our guide.
We followed him throughout the land:
"This way leads us to the great fountain",
And now we're stuck in a desert of sand
Wondering when oases shall be attained.
We've taken a bet against our nature.
Was it anyone-in-particular's fault?
"For every curse there'll be a cure,
For every flood there'll be a drought."
Once more, again, we shall repeat,
To morrow, and for ever more.
When the sunshine now seems to greet
And when the darkness falls,
Comes that nighttime of our lives;
We ponder what we've been,
But what we're we supposed to be
When the pact was always sealed.
So we wait in such anxiety,
The impatience growing itchy;
And we amass, tall in piles,
To crash onto the shores like the sea.
Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 1:55 AM UTC
Whispering winds of solemn sorrow
In the mundane hours of the night,
Surmise the falsities of tomorrow,
Spreading dark throughout the light.
Preying upon the minds that dwell,
With woven lies, a web so foul...
Hark! The sounds of voices swell
As the whispers rise into a howl.
Soon settling the sorrow of the traveling fellow...
He never could find his way,
Strumming tomorrow like it were a cello,
Snapping the strings in dismay.
Who--alive for years, never did live,
As his angst and diffidence cumber.
Even the magnanimous can't forgive
Missing dreams of untried slumber.
Remnants of his tortured call
Were swept away in the breeze.
A feeble ripples arduous sprawl,
Replaced by the fray of the seas.
His idle mind tended to wander,
Through yesterday's--before tomorrow,
Distorted pasts of future's squander,
Finding days from which to borrow.
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 11:39 PM UTC
Sometimes shoes are hard to fill
sometimes they feel like cement
but somehow I keep walking
whether on eggshells or stained glass apologies
I wither in the aftermath of accomplishment.
I am afraid of wanting more for myself.
where do you go when defeated is all you've ever known?
how do you make peace with a half-assed apology?
I am afraid this forgiveness makes me weak
weeping inside of the idea that I can be in control
of this trauma.
but the twin sized bed in my childhood home is more of a cage
and I am stuck there wishing I could escape.
wishing I could make something more of myself.
I am too visceral and not enough visual
this anxiety taking my breath
making me sick to my stomach
why can I not remember correctly?
No one talks about it.
No one gets how it feels to miss a memory
or how the presence of one
makes you lose reality.
My mind is stuck in fragmentation.
I'm tired of not remembering days
because of what she did to me.
Manipulation a scarlet letter on the chest of everyone.
My younger self tells me they all just want something.
No one can take anything away from you
if you have absolutely nothing left.
wipe the hard-drive clean
I will become obsolete.
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 7:54 PM UTC
I saw...
a huge, open space, arrayed with pink and
yellow roses and zinnias...there were benches
under trees that stretched towards a lagoon,
for those gone weary, from their walks...
I saw...
a family...children were playing
on the green, lush carpet grass,
dressed in their bright-colored clothes
of red and yellow, and blue jeans...
confidently hopping, and tumbling
wearing expensive rubber shoes...while
having bites of sandwiches, and sips of juices...
from a safe distance, seated on a bench, were
the overseers...the parents...as two nannies
kept close watch over the children.......
I saw...
a group of noisy children come in from the streets
running barefooted, feeling the cool, moist grass...
some refused to remove their rubber slippers,
their clothes were old and tattered...too excited,
they jumped.....lay on the grass without a care,
they shrieked, as they climbed and fell from slides,
obviously enjoying their visit....their shouts, their
laughter seemed contagious, the well-endowed
children, stopped their games and observed...
I saw...
how the parents summoned the nannies,
they gathered the children, and all their stuff
then marched towards a less peopled area,
and there, they let their children play....while
they sat on a nearby bench, pulled long sighs,
one after the other...i wondered...were they
exhausted? or, pricked by their conscience?
were they sighs of relief.......because their
children were now distanced......."safe,"
......from the less fortunate ones?
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whatever happened to noblesse oblige?
are these just two foreign words,
with obsolete meanings?
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Sally
Copyright March 9, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 8:01 AM UTC
I stood apart with aloof dignity
A distant smile
He was upstage with strangers
Erudite I am with many
Downtrodden was never
Aloof for the school of accepted
Erudiate becomes obsolete
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 3:48 AM UTC
Like an arrow shot in the sky
the world has become a pool of obsolete people and danger
With nothing but useless words
bouncing back and forth
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 8:36 PM UTC
no more rush for the factory gates
or bleary welcomes after whistle led race
no longer the shouts of “what shift you on mate?”
and befuddled replies “earlies, no, lates!”
the comforting throng of familial mass
at the end of each day that held no disgrace
when a days hard work meant a days earned pay
something they somehow forgot to replace
as our livelihoods fled to cheaper climes
and our citadels of labour fell rotting, debased
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 1:57 PM UTC
Sleeping beauty waiting for her kiss
It's been what seems like years she's waited for this
You don't seem to care
You don't seem to want to be there to save this girl with your selfish affair
She may be unconscious
But her mind is upon us
She's broken
& hopeful
& she realizes in her hazy curse dreams
A man can't save her
She can only save herself
And with that,
she's awake
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 1:11 AM UTC
Once upon a time
I thought I was creative
And that my imagination spilled
like paint left to dry in the rain
Or perhaps I thought I was freshly-picked
Or new
Or exciting
Like the first leaf that falls in Autumn
Or a first kiss in the clumsy semi-darkness of a party
Now I realise that all my poems just sound the same
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 4:20 PM UTC
How do I erase this Janwar
that's clawing, gnawing, destroying my insides
try to cease this current
this ebbing self-control
black-holed sanity of clear thought
Everywhere I go
every sight I see
incomplete without my completeness
you
Stupidity overwhelming judgement
blinding direction of constant withdrawal
an itch
How I wish things didn't happen for a reason
for now, I'd be whole
without a counterpart
missing
A puzzle piece
misleading me to believe
that he
and me
as a we
are meant to be
**** that idiocracy
for whole
I am,
complete,
and you are obsolete
s.q.
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 9:16 PM UTC
The yellow light illuminated from the street
I left in utter defeat
I couldn't handle the elites
Im sorry for being so obsolete
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 7:41 PM UTC
A spittoon!
onlookers
look confused;
it speaks
a dead language.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 12:20 AM UTC