gossip
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S another day, another eight long hours of me holding my breath T waiting for something, anything, to go wrong O over and over, my soul experiences turmoil to the extent of death P this has been going on for way too long
Kindergarten kids don't understand
corruption. They don't form secret
plots. The worst they do is
gloating about themselves to every other kid
at random, telling prideful stories. Some want to
penetrating glares are pointed my direction,
their harsh words whispered to the familiar face
their cheap perfume that stinks
but attracts nevertheless
I taste the horrid bitterness
The Kaffeeklatch
It's 9AM on a Monday.
The Grey haired seniors gather at the same ol' coffee shop,
wearing their varied camouflage, sports, and veterans hats.
It is one moment that changes a life.
I don't care about landmarks;
This isn't what I speak of.
In my head, there are echoes of kindness,
Whispered softly but still heard.
Sometimes it’s heartbreaking to think
The American Dream may be corrupted
Not what it used to be
When we once dreamt of being free
For some in America
Words hurt worse than most things
Words hurt worse than anything
Words hurt worse than stick and stones
Words hurt worse than broken bones
Words hurt worse spoken by a lover
Words hurt worse spoken by a brother
At first
I thought you were diamond embedded
And then
I saw how imperfectly you were created
You willow crying like you lost perfection
And some of us
see your little perfect complexions
I’m struggling I’m broken I’m completely
Stressed.
I let people run my life arguing who was the best
Dressed.
Hanging on to nonstop gossip shed too many stupid
Tears.
My words are deafened by the sound of an unspoken tongue;A language more ancient than mankind itself.She uttered phrases that Shepard's used to heed their sheep
I told someone my secrets.I told all of my secrets to a bucket.I'm afraid they won't hold.Who the hell needs a leaky bucket with their wordstaped to the bottom?I'm afraid I've given my guns
Look forward
The individual piles of independence
Considered necessary for lunacy
Yet are essentially illusions to distract
Our meaningless
Give me an inch
I will take a mile
While your soul in my tether
We shall dance, the lover's dance
My soul shall sparkle and daze
For you gave me a inch
Wounding are the words
Malice their intent
Damage lays strewn
Glass shards, small and large
Carve, Cut and Cauterize
Blood dries and wounds are ignored
Tear my heart
Rip my soul
A knife kinder
No greater judges
Half truths and lies
they part my soul
Distribute such abroad
Shoulders displaced set upon odd angles
Walkers stumble and trip
Hands twist and pop
Knees out of joint
The strangest carnival
One of horrors
Half truths breed
Multiply faster than any truths
Rot the soul
Eat the flesh
Half truths
They sit upon the gossipers tongue
Nothing is more lonely than unwelcome company
Foot-in-the-door
Talk-and-spit
Choke on that flat but fierce foreign language
What are you talking about?
Sounds so cruel and base
The sounds never stop!
The whispers trickle in your ear like the rain to astream
Theyre heard all around
The gossip engulfs everyting like quick sand
The tong is the rout to all evil,
She makes it
The best that she can
She holds it up
Like cupping water
Keeping her cool
And splashing cold numbness
Up on her face
Bleached hair, sleeveless shirt,legs covered with a not-long-enough skirt.She’s bad, that girl.Rotten to core.You don’t have to get to know her,just look at what she wore
A gaping pit of gossip, lies, and false faces,
Commanding our lives while depositing distrust, and paranoia.
My team, so tight knit, knowing each other so long,
Each sister victim can identify individual weaknesses.
They say one door opens another closes
But it seems I’m stuck in the threshold
Drag me down an empty hallway
One fool’s junk another’s gold
Suck it up for the onlookers
Like I’m having a grand time
Hush, hush
As the words are spread
Like jelly on toast
And butter on bread
Hush, hush
It has been said
“Don’t tell a soul or else I’m dead!”
Hush, hush
People talk about the defenseless, so reckless, can never trust again.
Some people like to talk as if they
Are kings and queens of the world
even though they obviously portray
a disgusting clam with no pearl,
Gossip and name-calling is all that they do
Topic Gossip:
I am that Hellfire & Brimstone that humans heave when they call each other heathens
In a swarm of scattered souls
Lie traveling whispers in our ears
And yet the decent one stands alone over there
And even from afar the whispers were clear
Whispers shouldn’t be that loud
The way we see ourselves is a very powerful thing. It not only builds or breaks the fortress around us it allows others to step into our realms and puncture our castles. It displays vulnerability and hides destruction.
You look at me, he looks at her, he said she said, I hear the whisper. Gossip is fun, gossip is great, but teens can be hurtful, hurt turns into hate. Why can't it stop, why cant it end? Talk is just talk, that pits friend against friend.
They talk.
They talk
and talk,
and talk,
AND TALK,
Until mine own voice of truth and reason is drowned
By voices of lies and deception.
They believe.
They believe
Hushed voices. Everyone turns. My name still in the air. Spread rumor. Everyone believes.
Ignore them. Walk to my seat. Throw myself down. Head on desk. Let it all out.
Funny how people doThings they shouldn't.Just because they thinkNo one's watching.Unlike others I alwaysSee them happen.
Do you hear
those words you speak?
Lying of fear
of what they'll think
Venom pumping in my veins
I'm going to ignore those pains
Slanderous Scandal!
She wants me slain
I grew up amongst the golden turfs and extensive rows of olive,
Where songs of contentment and love were played,
Where mothers and fathers cared for their young,
It drips from everyone's lips like venomous honey - seemingly harmless
and yet indescribably destructive. Flowing through the halls of high schools,
Fake concern
listened, but not heard
I wonder times if what I say
matters to anyone
anyway
Sexiest character murdered, farewell suited nose
Double trigger uncoupling the romance alive
Forgiving scandle peices, change, perfect
Cute suduction enchanted Queens
Epic future actually unexpected clues surprise
The effects of a past riddled with bullets;
empty shells, empty lies,
hit the pavement,
resounding with the weight of all lies past.
You can't tell me, with all of these wounds,
parts of us didn't die.
They make fun of me.
Things I do and say.
Is this their way
Of killing those who are unworthy?
Who doesn't deserve to be happy?
Those of us who stray
From “normal”, live with an array
They talk, they hide in fear of me.
They fear that I will find their whisper,
Seek their faults, shout no surrender,
Until their gossip, dead and lonely, be
And until then, I wait and see
I live in a place where talk is cheap. Three cents a rumor and scandal comes free. Daily dish for a penny, spilled beans are on sale. Discount subscriptions for The Juicy Detail. Tragedies, pregnancies at huge blow out prices!
It's like heroin, each word said
Injected into my ear
Your lips are the needle.
I get chills, I know it's wrong
So wrong.
I try to avoid it by plugging my ears
The urge is too strong to
Who am i?
I am gossip.
I am big, so big that
You should fear me.
I can tell unbelievable stories
That people will believe.
I will shoot you down,
When you’re out and about, with rumors and lies.
Why have we given up on the little things?
Shooting stars that filled our hearts with magic.
Classic rock that filled our minds with madness.
Now we spend more cash to spend more time on our asses.
