#unimportant
He's sweeping the drive, sweeping the drive
it's his whole reason, his reason for being alive
the dirt's not there, but what does he care
he collecting his pittance, his share
No need to have purpose, it seems
no ambitions, no visions, no dreams
always staring, at the sweep of a broom
a malaise, of apathy, doom
He can't, in any way comprehend
can't see the road, past the bend
he thinks it's all in god's plan
coming to the end, of his span
He'll shuffle the way to extinct
can't wonder, can't ponder, can't think
being insipid, droll, and thus bland
at the end...he won't......understand
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 9:26 AM UTC
When you kissed me
I tasted him on your lips
You didnt say it
But I knew:
I was always just backup
Jul 14, 2025
Jul 14, 2025 at 12:35 AM UTC
“What’s your name again?”
He asks me.
“Have we met before?”
He asks me.
Yes we’ve met.
I remember the first time I saw you up close.
I was too scared to look into your eyes so I just looked at your hands.
I could’ve looked at them all day.
They were beautiful.
Not in a soft and polished kinda way,
but a strong and rough way.
It’s like they told stories of your manhood and all I wanted to do was put them up to my face and listen to what they had to say.
But you ask me…
“What’s your name?”
I guess you were all business.
Filming for your job and I was just a prop.
A nameless
plain
unimportant
prop.
You had to edit over an hour of footage with me in the background.
Twirling the ribbon in my Bible scared that if I looked up I would just stare at you.
You had to type my name.
First and last.
But you ask me…
“What’s your name?”
I thought of us before even laying eyes on you.
I remember the first time I saw your face.
We’ve only been going to church together for three months now.
I’ve only been staring at you every Sunday for three months now.
But you ask me…
“What’s your name?”
Your profile popped up on my Facebook and I thought it was fate.
I wasn’t looking for your profile.
I didn’t even know your name yet.
I lost sleep because of you.
It wouldn’t surprise me if I said your name in my sleep.
I checked your socials like an old man checks the morning paper.
But you ask me…
“What’s your name?”
Don’t worry about my name,
if you don’t know it now you will never learn it.
If you wanted to remember my name you would have.
So don’t waste my time with asking me now.
“WHAT’S YOUR NAME?”
My name is worthless
unlovable
invisible.
But I don’t say any of this out loud.
I tell you my name while I feel my heart tighten.
My name is…
But once I tell you my name you repeat it like it’s a question.
It’s like a song I want to play on repeat until I get sick of it.
I want to hear you say my name over and over and over again.
But you won’t.
You have another girl’s name to say.
While you forget mine,
I remember yours like a bad song I wish I never heard.
A song that’s so bad it’s good.
What’s my name…
Maybe my name isn’t worth remembering.
Aug 24, 2020
Aug 24, 2020 at 10:02 PM UTC
being the unimportant friend ******* hurts
never being the first choice ******* hurts
having someone laugh in your face ******* hurts
desperately wanting to be loved ******* hurts
sobbing into your pillow alone at night ******* hurts
feeling unwanted ******* hurts
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 9:28 PM UTC
Why do I pretend to care
why do I entertain
the thought the implication
what's right or not
attained
No one else a stake or dog
within the hunt, or chase
cutting through the mist, the fog
righteousness, misplaced
How can we tell, this day and age
if we're right, or if we're wrong
turning the page, the human race
if we were weak
or strong?
Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 11:11 PM UTC
When I feel
unimportant
because I am not known
for some great achievement,
I remind myself
the purpose of living
is not to achieve greatness
but to strive for my joy and happiness.
The question
I ask myself
in the present-moment
is not “Am I important?”
and not “Am I great?”
but I ask
“Am I joyful and happy?”.
Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 6:25 AM UTC
everybody needs someone,
someday,
someone important to them
to talk about their
somewhat unimportant problems
Jul 21, 2019
Jul 21, 2019 at 4:06 PM UTC
I was told I talk too much so I never made a sound
My voice fading until buried six feet underground
I was told I was annoying, that I should just shut up
And people wonder why I'm so quiet
I would try to speak over the ocean waves
I gave up, no one interested in what I had to say
My voice now but a whisper floating on the wind
You wouldn't hear it unless you really listened.
But no one did and no one ever would
Because no one really cared about the girl and didn't see why they should.
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 4:25 PM UTC
Why can't I trust you
to answer
the same question Tt Ww Ii Cc Ee,
When I think we're
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Am I not enough
even when I'm bleeding cold?
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 6:07 PM UTC
Sometimes, I have these dreams
reflecting the images
of my thoughts
That’s why
upon the earliest dawn
can’t help but wither with my loss
Even I cannot understand
what for real occurs inside my mind
Maybe if I just stop lying could
the worlds forbid on me
vanish should
Then, I discovered,
lying is my safe haven;
lies masquerade the real essence
of evil that exists
inside me and all the ones
I stay alive for
But,
who are they?
Does someone with an importance
for me
actually breathes in this place?
Aye,
For sure,
it is
simply
not the other way
around
It might be that I should
take place of the worlds forbid
on me
and
Vanish
Only this and nothing more
Once
upon a midnight dreary
Figures of a life
that never was
or
never will
fled from their concealment
Yes,
same night
as before
While I pondered nearly napping
they would return
Reencountering
the lies I’ve told myself
Everyday
and Always
Suddenly,
There came a tapping
Could it be
The Lord
reaching for my carnal soul,
Already?
The one
from my dreams may be!
Has he
for final
found out?
No; Nein
Niet
Only voices of forever
Endlessness
Merely this and nothing more
Mislead and Delude
Deceive or Perjure
Cheat, even Fool
Why so many
expressions for a word?
Lie
The cause
of my dreamful nights
of the accomplishments
I didn’t deserve
of the illusion
I’ve built around who I thought
cared
just a little
I am
the actual delusional
Here
Even Lenore
weeps for me
right now
No,
it is no concern of her
For I
nothing represent
Will I ever feel the spring
once more?
Quoth the Raven: Nevermore
Will these
the ones who keep fooling me
ever go away?
I guess not
For, fool is fair
as fair is fool
These are only consequences
of yours venom
yours, mine own
Do I deserve it?
Yes
No
Who is to judge?
The Lord?
The one I doubt of
The Serpent?
The one all doubt of
Or the one,
I’ve been deceiving
and lying
and perjuring for
All Existence?
I guess I am not
a rare and radiant
maiden like the others
Nameless here forevermore
That I am certain
Nameless here
Forevermore
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 9:48 PM UTC
i just realized how
replacable
and unimportant
i am
to you
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 11:42 AM UTC
i don't believe in anything fully
and i don't believe in nothing fully
how does one define themself?
no set ideals, no morals, no concrete idea of what the hell i'm doing.
making a decision is terrifying when you don't know which side you prefer.
sometimes i don't eat or sleep because i don't recognise the feelings as hunger or pain or tiredness. just white noise in the back of my mind.
i am a stranger to myself. these roads i travel are blurred and fractured.
giving myself an identity makes me feel like i have to be something.
and all i know how to be is nothing.
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 1:20 AM UTC
/ˈlōnlēnəs/
feeling empty,
unwanted,
unimportant
or isolated
.
.
.
You are not alone,
there are people who care
and want to see you happy,
even if you don't see it.
This is only temporary.
You can do this, be strong.
I believe in you.
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 2:44 PM UTC
"How can you make this world a better place?"
They ask.
She smiles sweetly and says,
"A world without me in it."
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 9:02 AM UTC
When you go inside a room that has been empty for a while, you can see the little clouds of dust float and shine as the light touches them. And for a long time you'll watch it drizzle down like an ethereal rain.
Maybe you'll stop moving, or cover your mouth, or maybe you'll stare at it too long it begins to look like stars in the night sky. And you'll wait for it to settle again just so it can come undone in your hands. Jumping around to unsettle it, but it'll never really be the same as the first time you saw it.
That's how you felt to me. I was the unsettled clouds of dust. And you looked at me like you couldn't believe your eyes. But that ethereal light is temporary, and once it washes away and I move away from the light, you'll begin to see me for what I am—nothing but unimportant little clouds of unsettled dust.
You're going to jump around to see me suspended in mid-air, to see me shrouded by light like an ethereal being, to look at me like I'm a starry night sky. But what happens once everything settles down and I'm where I used to be?
You can't jump around forever and I can't stay afloat forever.
Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 6:13 AM UTC
i am merely
an old playground
crooked swinging arm
rustic spine slide
haunted love tunnel
few visitors
come
and go
Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 4:32 AM UTC
There is nothing I can do
Because I’m not the star of my own story
I’m not exactly furniture either
I’m more the person they send to walk in the background of movie scenes
So it isn’t painfully clear they’ve blocked off the street
But all I do is walk
I’m not important
And there is nothing I can do
Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 6:44 PM UTC
Remembering, when...
occasions, weekends were eagerly celebrated
even weekdays...any day was met with enthusiasm
but, how did all these special days become so ordinary?
how...why, did these red-marked dates become unimportant?
why are we here now, in this phase? at this point?
existing...standing on a plateau...where,
life offers no changes...no alternatives...
it's like...a storm decides to stop at midstream
chooses to stay...not just passing through
no swerving, no immediate changes in its direction.
the adventurous soul in us, hides...its spark, dies
sunlight looks dim...the moon is without a glow
clear sea water seems muddy...wading, becomes
so tiresome...legs and feet hurt so much,
from swimming...day by day
...away...from cacophony...
it gets to be weary,
to be reminded of a wrong choice,
or a wrong decision made,
to always rise...from a restless sea
most times, we taste impure water
contaminated...and adulterated
where acerbic, detrimental words float,
further aggravating
existing emotional sores,
creating more lesions in the mind.
what's worse,
the ears that choose to be deaf, are further pierced
the already wounded heart and dashed ego, are further stabbed
they all could one day, be numbed
.......by more of these ordinary days....
I wonder if it's better...to linger on a plateau
or to be on the cusp...of a fall...
Sally
Copyright April 17, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 2:59 AM UTC
I genuinely hate this situation
I put myself in isolation
To honestly see what I am to everyone
As I thought before I am no one
Days of silence could turn to weeks
Yet no so called "friend" speaks
I am lost within my own contradictions
As were my initial predictions
So here I sit ****** up off something
Knowing all I'll ever be is nothing
I can barely see what I'm writing
With my blurry vision and this dim lighting
But it'll all be over soon I hope
I'm so far past trying to cope
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 5:49 PM UTC