Meanwhile in America
Carefully folded smiles
Creased with such precision
Packed away
In the suitcase under the bed
Pretense of happiness
All the while her teeth rot
Behind her lips
The marrow or her bones
Are liquid lies to help her
Stand erect
She remembers them
As the illusion they are
In hopes to wear them
Before it's too late
Rumor
"She's a slut"
"I heard she was pregnant"
"I heard that too, only, I thought she aborted it"
"She's such a whore"
"I heard she slept with the whole football team"
"Maybe that's why she became a cheerleader"
We hear this all the time.
The funny part about this one?
The girl they are talking about....
She's a virgin
Her ex spread these rumors
Because she
WOULDN'T
Sleep with him
Her parents found out about the rumors
They disowned her
She lost all of her friends
No one wants to be friends with the pregnant slut
Colleges no longer want her
They don't even care about her 3.7 GPA
The rumors
They ruined her life
And she's only 17
So think before you speak...
And feel before you hurt...
You don't know how powerful your words can be....
Tainted
She was the purest milk on tongues
when they dipped mouths in painted lies,
spilled her juices to thirsty blowhards,
spread them thickly on tomorrow’s bread.
Sour milk curdled on windy breaths,
a distasteful smell of defamation wafted
on wisps of gossip blathered through town,
a slander poisoning her soul and theirs
in a black defamation of the night.
Story foamed and took new shape,
no one wanted to sample her truths
After all, it must be sincere – surely,
they wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t bona fide.
Her body was found submerged in lake
How could it happen? Why did it happen?
Clotting of the milk of human kindness,
a life sunken by malicious gossip.
Gossip
She cries like a baby
and fucks everyone in sight.
Her skin crawls with scabies
and she's always up all night.
He can't get an erection
and his pecks are from an injection.
His dad used to molest him
while his mom always undressed him.
She still sucks her thumb
and she seems smart, but she's dumb.
She sucked the entire football team
and then they took her for ice cream.
He has a tiny little dick.
I swear it's no bigger than a prick!
How do I know that?
Well his girl and I had a chat.
Her and her brother get it on
and that's why her virginity's gone.
Her nose used to be so large!
Wonder what the nose doc charged.
He acts like he's straight
but really he's been gay from the gate.
He sucked his way to the top
and, if you catch my drift, likes to shop.
She dances on a pole at night
and she and her boyfriend always fight.
She doesn't look like that!
When she takes off her clothes, she's fat.
He used to be such a geek
until he found a YouTube sheik.
They found her in the toilet last night
holding to a syringe really tight.
She fucked her college professor
and she's got vodka in her refresher.
Whether it's false or it's true,
which rumor best fits you?
Ambush
Hyenas ready to tear me apart,
Manipulative smiles meant to beguile.
Lowering my guard, a knife to my heart,
I’m nothing to them, just one to revile.
Mouths fabricating rumors, phony friends,
Amidst betrayal, allies become foes.
Being used as just a means to their ends,
Karma will remind them the path they chose.
Too many behave as if they don’t care,
They borrow your soul, return it broken.
Burdening others until they can’t bear,
Any consideration unspoken.
Without so much as any second thought,
Decisive loss in a battle not fought.
c o n f o r m
in third grade,
they told me my hair was too long
so i went home and watched my beautiful brown locks fall gently to the ground
in sixth grade,
they told me i was too fat
so i stopped eating until i could feel my ribs prodding out as i tossed and turned at night
in ninth grade,
they told me i was attention seeking
so i covered my arms in a thick sweatshirt while the summer heat beat down onto me
in eleventh grade,
they told me i wasn't pretty enough
so i wasted hours standing in front of a mirror, crying until i could no longer see my reflection
in twelfth grade,
they told me to die
so that's exactly what i did.
In the aftermath, she was forgotten. Rumors inked on her skin and in trails of teardrops from her eyes she was outcast; she was not one of them. In her room she sat, remembering the way they had sneered at her. She was tired. She was so tired. It wasn't long after this that her hands, black with ink of gossiped lies, began to reach for bottles of Nyquil, or Benedryl, did you know that if you fought the feeling it felt so good?
Gossip Girl
"They went away together after the party."
One rumor spread, he believed him not her.
Him- the guy who always hated that his brother invested some of a time into being with "that hoe"
She didn't know what to say.
"Are you kidding?"
She felt insulted, didn't want to believe that he didn't trust her.
Both were to proud to talk, both were to hurt to talk.
The rumor spread.
He was the poor guy betrayed by her.
She was the slut that would never be content with just one guy.Everyone was talking.
Both were walking through the hallway, looking down. Avoiding eye contact.
As the looked up their eyes met inmediatly.
All the hurt, pain, good memories, bad memories, the now lost love. You could see it in their faces.
Suddenly a sick feeling settled in his stomach. He caused two people pain because he was too selfish.
He told one lie and everyone was running around telling gossip , hurting his best friend and his girl even more.
He realized, the only reason for gossip is not wanting to acknowledge your own misery so you enjoy other's.
But
On knees
Crushed by the weight of disbelief
Blind
Eyes flooded by dark waters
Not the cleanest of souls
But
No harm was meant for you
Nothing foul came to play
But
They spun lies to you
Dark and sweet like molasses
Horrible and convenient
Like your first smoke
Slipped right through fingers
A red ribbon whipped out into the wind
You
Jaded but kind
You were broken
Chucked off the trail like a snapped twig
You never found the path again
Refusing to come close
Refusing to see my face