If a busy gun takes lives
Then silent leaders do worse
They burn lives, hang knuses on the innocent
Voice your pain or get blessed with a curse
Blood shed Schools
We elected fools
Wrong leaders to lead us
Pushing useless agenda’s
While feeding us propaganda
Halls covered red
thousands of innocent people killed
At the expense of gun reform laws
Watching news with dropped jaws
We sit in silence
while the voiceless die for peace
This thing I thought I could grasp,
Desperately I try to hold on to it,
This thing I never truly had,
I knew this illusion couldn’t last,
It disappears as soon as we reach for it,
It’s as thin as the mountain air,
For a moment we lie to ourselves,
placing it safely and securely on a shelf, "I can keep this here and never let it go."
Even though it is a forced perception,
A contrived illusion ,the world's largest deception,
Once we leave the room...
As soon as we lock and bolt the door...
we will not be able to see it anymore.
We never realize the freedom there is in letting go,
understanding that no matter what we do, the answer may still be no.
We would be happier admitting this concept is completely fictitious.
We could break this circular pattern, this cycle so vicious.
I've spent too much time trying to hold it in my hands,
Making myself the victim of my own laid out plans.
Life is easy
But it's been busy
Happiness is light
But sadness likes to fight.
My mind is big
But it's some dig
Dreams make it right
But sometimes turn to the dark sight.
My heart is young
But it's some wrong
Thoughts write day to night
But diary is always white.
The face is smiling
But it's really crying
Sometimes breath is so tight
But everyone knows it's alright.
Love is part of life
But sometimes treats like a knife
When something happens inside
Then someone commits to suicide.
I love my life
I love my dreams
I wouldn’t use a knife
I have family and friends.
Don't worry about me
I can hear and see
I don’t like to take flight
I'm alright in my way, I am alright!
My mind is a busy street
its twinkling lights and noisy horns won't shut
whilst the walls are made out of skyscrapers,
only when the rain is pouring it began to quiet
My mind is a busy street
indefinite amount of strangers are crossing every now and then
leaving their footprints on every intersection,
little did they know it cost me bleeding wounds
There is no certainty in cancer.
No simple cure. Easy way out.
gnawing away the brain.
Leaving only regrets and memories.
No matter how young, happy, rich or healthy one may seem...
There is no certainty in cancer.
It is a faint word drifting in the air.
Infiltrating households. hospitals. Families.
But never us...
We are too strong.
We have too much life to live...
The words soaks into me
Suffocating me in my own skin,
What has my life become?
A sunken abyss of darkness.
An empty vessel of meaningless time.
Now Its just me.
And my soundless mind.
I've got too many books that I just don't read
and too many lines which I need not speak
and so many times I still forget to breathe
So darling, you're not what I need
I've so many thoughts running through my mind
and too many lines in queue for me to write them
and so many mates who could do with good advice
So darling, I've not got the time
I've seen too many films and I've seen this bit
I've had too many drugs and I know this trip
I can't play the guitar but I've played this riff
So darling, why don't we just leave it?
Sometimes I speak slightly at an angle,
or blow money out quick like a candle.
Sometimes I'll be too heavy to handle
so don't pick me up because I could be ******* fragile.
I've been to all the shows and I know this song
and I'll still get the key, tune, note, words wrong
and I've a long list of friends where it's been way too long
I'm sorry, you're not what I want
why do ppl need a justification when theyve already been turned down ??
half poem half song idek just a spitball
Sorry about the punctuation
First thing's first
I awaken at six
Only to sleep until seven thirty
I ate breakfast and
brushed my teeth
I went to
The fun kind
That my team won
Lapping the other
Then we got
I put REAL
And took an hour
A half metal mouth
With green bands
As a surprise
It's a surprise for my friend's party
my hands are on automatic, pressing down on clay for three hours
then pinching plastic through wire for another three …creating and creating.
Coiling around the hurt & hiding it in a mount of clay "the kiln will burn it” I say to myself
My misguided attempts at the time to bury my hurt; run from it. All that remains of that time in my life are short poems like this one. c. 2015
Who gets mention constantly in church?
One, for our mistakes and the other for various things.
One deserving of all praise and the other for distraction.
But does he really deserve this proclaim?
The devil business stopping us from going to church.
According to many deny by some.
For our own personal decision blocked that path to attend.
Devil, is busy according to a few.
When you let the nasty or bad side invade things you chose to do.
Jesus will forever get the highest of praise.
So deserving of them in all things.
But Satan can only tempt those that feel the need to be.
And when we surrender up into giving into our own bad side.
Suddenly the devil is the blame.
Should he comes to ****, steal and destroy.
But many times it's all because we want to do things that are not good at all for us.
It's been several weeks
Passing on and on and on,
That the words don't come
Nature heals me,
The soft whisper of life -
Soothes my darkened soul
A smile makes me believe again
The words I read let me feel again
The words just won't come
Forcing them never work
Drinking is tortuous
The room of love has been
An empty oasis waiting in the sun
This seems insurmountable at times
Long, never ending battle against myself
Every time I try, it's a busy tone
Staring at the black keys
They mock me in plain sight
Only the tones of music hear me
Only my closed eyes let me see it
I tuned in to a Christian radio,
they had an interesting debate
about the power of Jesus,
about life after death.
I phoned them to take part,
but I did not get through.
All lines were very busy -
for those with different views.
When you smile I come undone
The threads of these carefully
Picked out lies start falling apart
And it scares me to give in
When for so long these wounds
Have kept me busy
Occupied so I did not need to worry
About living life
Too constrained with keeping them clean
Hung up on survival
My rearview mirror guiding
Broken bones set on mending
Tired eyes shut
Life, passing by
My head is filled with black-striped bees
Bizzing and buzzing as they please
The world's a thund'ring 'fall
Roaring its loud call
Life's a tornado
Then I see
How shall I obliterate those warm memories?
The sweet moments penned in my mind's diary.
Succumbed I was in your trance,
those passionate moves of our dance.
I was alive because you were there.
Nothing mattered, for all seemed fair.
To me, you were the only right.
In my darkest hour, you were the only light.
Then time changed its tide.
We left each other's side.
We became busy in our lives
And everything else just died.
Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2018. All Rights Reserved.
I wrote this a very long time ago, I think I was 20 back then. I think the poem is pretty simple and obvious, you can read through and get an idea. Ciao!
there are 365 days in a year,
i have not lived many, i know that... i do
but if that statement is true,
why do the once breezy summer seconds,
ones that used to **** by trailed by excitement
now drag with heaviness and bass
that only concrete wonders could fulfill.
today i thought of you
no, i don’t know the day number, although that would’ve been clever.
conclusions have been made in my mind
distractions do equal a cure, at least what i find
does that make me twisted?
does it make me just as numb as you?
i don’t want numb
i want purpose,
i crave a life outside my mental restrictions which bring self pity,
i am not you.
i am my own,
i create my story
i am not just a set of pretty eyes
or chestnut tinted bangs
or maybe rosy cheeks with a personality to match.
i do not need a headliner with your name presented as the title.
i know that now.
so i will stay busy,
go ahead and take your bow.
Busy blurry skies
What have I done
To the you and I
To the me and you
That could never be
Drawn to these pleasures
Between these sheets
Deep summer heat
Still no retreat
The flame burns
When You and I cheat
Take my hand
and come with me
to dreams of love and ****
the blurry skies
the eye need not adjust,
moonlight dances merrily
reflecting us unseen.
The smoldering heat
of our united union,
except to you and me
No need to worry
the things that we do
between the sheets
of carnal pleasure
that draws me to you.
Together we will reach our peak
as we share this glorious night.
Lie with me beneath the moon
and feel its timeless flight.
Hope you don't mind Trader Tim.
Two chat heads active.
My fragile heart though, in one.
Friends online: 87.
Last seen: 16:43.
Really, ignoring me?
But who are you talking to?
Delivered. Delivered. Is this deliberate?
Are you busy, are you with someone? Who is he?
Don't you see what you do to me?
— Minutes since message sent: 320 or more,
Years together: best part of four.
I’m not counting but
Is he the one from your instagram?
Friends nearby: 6.
Last seen: 23:55.
Flick up to clear all apps,
And with that my heart,