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“She is displaying feigned feelings for him.” “He is such a fool to be in love with her.” That is what people say when they see us together. They do not know how I feel about you. .
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.
Whisper,Here.A whisper,There.But single whisper,turns life unfair.
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
Pain nobody can see, hidden from a shield of my own making
A little birdie told me It traveled through the air
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 dirty" "She low."
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
We appear as our best We try to out do the rest
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.
Life so calm like the wind in the night sky
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.
i don't hate many things in this world; just kidding, i lied.
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
Louder whispers whistle by
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.
A sea of faces, multicolored pencil cases
It’s not homework, information, and books,
It’s not homework, information, and books,
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
Hey everyone! Did you hear? They broke up because of a fight.
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!
Kristin Knox Forest Man
Kristin Knox Forest Man
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.