#typical
Im just scared and tired
Im just getting tired
all the walls build towers
I plummet below sea level
and revel in my misery
every step isn't far enough
all my options are bleek
Nov 5, 2024
Nov 5, 2024 at 5:22 AM UTC
At 1:01, break
Passed a bit ago, late day
Per the usual
Mar 13, 2021
Mar 13, 2021 at 10:20 AM UTC
Sometimes you 'ππππ' not because you care.
You bare not for us but, you bare because you're π πππππ.
πππππ of what others might say about you.
Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 4:02 AM UTC
You said you were tired
And I was too
But I didn't want to let go
Because it meant I'd lose you.
Yes we were mature,
Enough to be friends,
But did we want that?
It still felt like the end.
Here we are sitting,
On the bench, in our park,
Talking about anything,
Even when it was dark.
The lamps turned on,
Flashing lights of cars,
We went our separate ways,
Knowing love could never be ours.
Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 10:26 AM UTC
Head pounding
Like rainclouds
Filled to burst
With dark thoughts
Chest aching
Like her arms
Weeping red
And throbbing
Tears running
Like her dreams
Ever farther
From her grasp
Heart breaking
So much like
The promises
To herself
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 4:16 PM UTC
It always comes back
The void
Regret without regret
The pain
An unhealing wound
The peace of it all strikes me
I feel warmth again
And then I remember that you're still gone
and I'm still
alone
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 12:55 AM UTC
My head is a pub
My thoughts, the chain-smokers
Clouding my mind and vision
With fumes of false perception
My emotions, the drunkards
They stagger from one wall to another
Wreak the most havoc
Together, they rage a war with my sanity
Destroying my pub's peace
And there is the blaring music,
sounding from an overhead television
A voice convincing me,
I am rotten to the core
As I sink to the floor
And tears well up my eyes
And my soul melts
I had a meltdown again, Mum...
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 3:18 PM UTC
I wish I would have been a nomad,
I would have travelled to the places no one had.
I wish I was a voracious reader,
Books would have helped me to forget her.
If life would not have been such a mystery,
It would have been easy to forget my history.
I wish I was another wanderlust
In a world which seems to forget so fast.
I never wanted to be like me.
I wish I was not me!
Tanay Sengupta, Copyright Β© 2018. All Rights Reserved.
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 6:40 AM UTC
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Rhyming is overrated
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 2:05 PM UTC
Down in the gutter, with my mind and friends
wallowing in the dirt and grime, no need to pretend
The ****** and debacle, all the impurity and trash
sliding easily along, the hard cold cemented paths
Sludge and slime, just other words to describe
where my imagination goes, too consume and too imbibe
Come with me, and then you'll see, everything explained
all the places, thoughts, and things, roaming around my brain
Glean no cleaner meaning, and know too there I go
a ***** rotten little mind, basking in, a foul filthy, afterglow
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 12:57 PM UTC
Just another typical love poem.
No sugar coating this time though
You know when you're in love with that special someone you be getting all kind of butterflies and ****
I want that Jada and that Will love.
A real love, that's what you are.
You have my heart.
Hopefully you can mend it.
Piece by piece put it back together
Give me hope, a new feeling of life
I just want a real love.
Show me that this relationship means everything to you.
Show me your true colors.
Let me know your true fears.
Most of all show me that you love me.
Show me that I'm the only one.
Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 10:24 PM UTC
Everyone dies, yes I do know this.
Have you noticed?
I smoke cigarettes.
I inject my sugar.
I neglect myself.
Everyone dies, yes I do know this.
I know your pain,
I ******* SHARE IT.
I know your kind.
I know all too well.
I know your kind.
"Why don't I ask for help?"
You see,
help is
plenty
easy
to find
when
you
look
like
you.
You see,
I'm no
fetish.
I'm fine with that,
it's just, I can't get no
get no
get no
get no
I can't get no, get no
Why would I want my fingers over the flame?
Why would I bother calling out your name,
when I'll burn either way?
Can't get no (insert noun)
Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 8:50 PM UTC
In a tennis court they write it down in red.
That typical swear about togetherness until the very end.
Then they fought over the dividends.
Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 4:34 PM UTC
"i can't box you" he says to me
narrowing his firewood eyes
the silver air breathing spring
i get closer to the warmth of his body
and smile-
because i can box myself so ******* perfectly
it's the thing i hate the most
i'm your typical straight A
anghsty teenager
who never called herself a poet
but spends her days writing
to boys who never loved her
and a dad who was never there
i had a photography phase-
which girl hasn't?
took pictures of people
when they weren't looking
finding beauty in others
when what i needed most
was to find beauty in myself
went through an anorexic phase
i'm better now-
skinnier than before, but,
i eat a single 1200 calorie meal
but take my coffee without sugar
(saving the dime and spending the dollar)
tried finding myself by hurting myself
and even though the blades disappeared after a while
the pain kinda lasted
but you know, it's not all that bad
i mean, i eat, i sleep, i jog, i read
i sing in the shower
i live in a house with a mom who loves me
a sister who loves me so much that she hates me
i'm your typical kid
stuck between self-worship and self-loathing
loved taylor swift,
loved fallout boy
get the picture now?
thought that rebelling would give me fulfillment
cut my hair and dyed it orange
ran away to my best friend's house
watched her have *** with boys twice her age
sat alone in a corner away from their embraces
because the black eyeliner and leather jacket
still hadn't seeped their way into my heart
(don't touch me i'm afraid)
i had my first kiss at 16
i had *** at 17
i had my first pregnancy scare at 18
(don't worry we used protection)
i promised to marry him
but kept him a secret because my parents wouldn't approve
come on-
does it get more 'boxable' than that?
'you're so different.' he mumbles
between breaths tainted with the taste of my skin
i play with his fingers
(i think i'm in love with the birthmark on his knuckles)
he takes my silence for agreement
and i kiss him goodnight
driving back to my white-picket fence house
taking off my shoes before entering
my mom doesn't like ***** shoes on the carpet.
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 11:20 AM UTC
Candy-sweet ballads
****** heartache arias
Undying
soulmate
anthems
Everywhere I go
The soundtrack never changes
But no one else
seems
to notice
Red-rose shades of white noise
Heart-shaped confetti stuck in my ears
Jangling
omnipresent
sound waves
The song everyone is singing
Grates against my inner drum
It's not
the kind
I'm looking for
Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 1:38 AM UTC
typically "typical"
is thought predictable
where typical types
emerge in the syllables
man = white = **** you! = no **** right?
girl = cis = delicate β this.
type up the typology
categorize into "ologies"
start stereotyping
to support the philosophies
f(i) = she = sweet β me
β΄ ***** i must be
draw a box around me β i'll fit
type up a label β it'll stick
but β me
= us = we
is that the type of person
you want to be?
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 2:34 AM UTC
*I can still hear you,
Singing to me softly,
Your eyes on me only,
Whispering "do you still love me?"
I can still feel you,
Cradeling my bones,
Your arms around me,
It still feels like home.
I still see you,
In every boy I kiss,
And every crack
On the sidewalk
I stay up late,
I grow weak,
I can't stop these feelings,
I can't stop you.
You flood my mind,
My brain is New Orleans,
And you're my Katrina,
And my levees break every time.
I know I can never have you again,
But at least I can miss you.
My body aches from
Aging too early
Because living without you
Is like adding decades to my heart,
And no fountain of youth
Can quench my thirst
You're my phantom limb,
Ive lost you, but I feel you
With every move
Every step
Every time.*
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 3:20 AM UTC
How heavy are these words unspoken:
It's almost as if I disregarded
All the weight of the world
Already on my hollowed shoulders
I've found my new hold of home
And despite a pulsing contentment that makes more than sense,
I'm still catching my muffled thoughts
Request your attention;
It's that kind of imagining
That feeds off tunnel vision
And brief but meaningful exchanges
It's that kind of
"Where have you been all my life
and why can't you be a part of it now?"
That performs like automatic transmission
And interprets a second of a glance
As a spark of a chance.
The damage is done, I suppose
Nothing could really burn worse
Than what the flames have already touched
You have your ice princess
With her glistening curls
And bright, beautiful eyes
To cool you down when
Your temper begins to scorch
...
And it isn't me.
How heavy are these words unspoken:
It's almost as if I had disregarded
Any pinch of this mysterious mess that is romance
Counteracts
My sturdy, broad, broad shoulders
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 8:20 AM UTC
*I lay awake
thinking of happy things
gone sad
and the good
gone bad*
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 12:56 PM UTC
You get the know it alls
Their noses stuck rigidly in books like bookmarks
You get the geeks
Gamers with eyes shrunk; shiny braces flashing
You get the quiet ones
Assessing everything going on; owlish blinks
You get the cheeky ones
Hilarious antics all around; always surprising
You get the nosy ones
With obnoxious questions and averting eyes
You get the prissy neat freaks
Panicking religiously over messes; loud moaner
You get the bossy buck tooth's
Spit spraying whilst barking out orders; drone-like
You get the wannabes
*Prepping up as the popular chicks; total **** ups*
And you get me
With total judgement and disdain evident
Making me a **classic ***** ; plastic
With her typical high school stereotypes
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 5:35 AM UTC