rumors
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Words, stones, bricks
I can't tell the difference
Every one hits me with a sharp impact
No one sees me crumple under the weight
Yet the pain builds up
They can't see
Words, bullets, blades
She tries to be perfect within society standards,
Everything she does is so precise.
She doesn’t speak her mind,
All they do is cause problems,
Cause harm,
Cause drama,
I hate them,
They're an ugly gem,
Filled with Flem,
They are all hate,
Spreading like a ramped disease,
So contagious,
vested in veins
spreading like spider webs
of blues
of black
they say rumors spread like wildfire
which is only true
because they engulf
homes and hearts
The rose petals fall so swiftly,
as though they were made of the wind.
They tilt and they tumble,
as though filled with sin.
The dark color of it's velvet,
hides your secrets.
They fall to the ground,
Several things you do not know about me. People make the assumption that because I have brown hair and dark eyes, that I am basic.Indeed, I am.I collect keys and snow globes, but I hide them when my friends come around.I wear my heart on my sleeve
Go ahead and talk you shit
see if I will care
all dem bitches spreadin shit that isn't even real
bitch, whore, fake as fuck!
you say I'm the slut??
"I sleep around" and "I'm fucking guys"
If the rumors
are true
then you are a
selfish
freak.
If I listened
to rumors
I would never
have agreed
to be your friend.
If the rumors
are true
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
You murdered me with whisperings
of trusted secrets now in fling.
Our trust you tore with rampant greed
and flaunted my foolish empathy
that marked you as my everything.
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
I look upon the moving crowd
Slowly sighing, looking down
Hurting, fallen, angry, shy
Now I cannot just seem to fly
I hear the Rumors in the halls
Now I get unwanted calls
Get out of my face,
I don't want lies laying on me.
It's your story,
tell it how you wanna.
But don't think I'll care,
no one does.
Why?
Because of what you do.
Finally been thinking about all those thoughts in your head
and those feelings that wouldn't come out?
Sometimes you can't say it out loud,
I wish that they could know me for who I really am but all they hear is rumors and here I go again...Down life's road alone, without you by my side I don't tell you that I love you or that you make me feel alive, instead I just leave it all insid
I am sensitive,
More delicate than
a Bleeding Heart.
Ice cold criticism
is my demise.
I resort to
witty remarks before
lashing out as
my last defense.
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.
Hey teacher, teacher
I bet you never saw this coming
I bet if I told you you'd think I was lying
Cleverly disguised
Behind beauty and brains
But see with more than your eyes
Angel by day
blistered skin,
that whispers flayed.
my life, a cage,
to which I'm chained.
Haunting voices,
following close,
the creeping utterances,
my subtle foe.
feet trimmed by velvet,
Freezing
Hanging in plain sight
The corners are quiet
When is the bus going to come?
Standing, I am not alone
Her idea of love has morphed. Contorted and transformed into something that cannot be explained. Could it be because of the man who called her a 'worthless slut' and dished out unneccesary punsihment? Or was it you?
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.
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,
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!
