Where am I?
I can't decide.
I'm lost between the traces of a past love so
And the inklings of a new
It's the outside I like,
It's the inside that matters.
Is there anything there?
When I'm with her
Of the other sometimes.
She knows of my straying thought.
Where am I going?
I've reached the city limits,
And I'm not satisfied.
It's always darkest before dawn
And the sunrise looks best
From outside the city.
Time will tell,
Is Time's biggest vice.
Until Time whispers
The secrets that are always
Will be my virtue
We all have done it.
And would be a liar to say we didn't.
You know told something.
When we shouldn't have.
But, I still hate the friend.
Who claims they are speaking for you to the press?
Where they place their own opinions into the mess.
If, I really wanted the news to know.
Then, I would have confessed the story months ago.
But, then someone people loves to be before the cameras.
And that have never been me.
Because many gossipers loves to create a variety of things.
Just to see you respond.
What they always seems fail to realize in the end?
A lie stays around while the real true fades into the dark.
And then the friends will say they never believe any of that.
Except,they fail to tell you they was getting paid behind your back.
We all seem people smile before your face.
And stabbed you in back without a glance.
Things that you probably only told to one.
Is now heard all arond the town you live in.
All because of the gossiper.
They say that the walls have ears;
a frightening concept to me
when I imagine all they must know.
These walls that hear the name
that I whisper in the dark,
These walls that silently stand by
each night my sobs fill the room.
And if walls could talk,
what of those impenetrable walls
surrounding my heart?
Would they blab every secret and insecurity,
would they speak of my worsening condition
to anyone willing to listen?
I somehow feel that life isn’t real.
There are fragments, I see them separate from one another –
Yet they’re all so obviously intertwined.
Apart apart apart.
Everything is set apart.
Connected yet not.
Perhaps a tree has fallen across the lines?
Its blocking the signal.
Interrupting the charge
Yet at the other end people still hear it-
Oh they hear it alright.
But it was passed on without my knowledge.
Passed on without any inkling, or desire, from my part.
And the effects are there -
Perhaps a spark jumped across just as the tree came crashing down?
The other end heard the call.
They heard and they picked up.
They responded accordingly.
So when I stumble in, ready to deliver the news -
Or not deliver, to dance around the subject-
They grin and say “oh, we knew all along!
Did you think that we’d approve?”
Shocked, I stammer, pretend it’s fine
As though there was nothing wrong with that line
They giggle behind their hands in evil glee
And proceed to talk of someone other than ME
“Did you know; SHE’s pregnant?!!”
They haply yap,
Merrily waving at the poor chap.
So apart - yet so close!
The parts of my world intertwine
And sadly I glance around
As their mouths flap and fingers waggle
Oh! What marvellous company I have found!
Say it to my face, not to my back
But I know you won't, because
You know, and you're afraid
Of me, and you understand
That I have no fears, no limits
And you're scared that all my
Hidden emotions will spike up
And show themselves, but no
They won't, because your
Pitiful comments aren't
Worth my time, or interest
I know, though, everything
You say behind my back
Everything you say about me
And I don't mind, really
Being the topic of gossip
I just hope that you don't
Believe in the lies you spread
Because then you just a fool
Like all the rest
I told her I was late
Because I had a meeting.
She went to tell my mother
I was in for a beating.
Mother’s furious when I come home.
She tells me what was said
And informs me that I’m grounded
And that I’m not to leave my bed.
But that’s not what I said!
—Are you calling her a liar!?
No, she must have just misunderstood!
The situation’s not so dire!
But nonetheless I find myself
Locked up in my room,
On the phone telling him
That I wish to be released soon.
He said what she said wasn’t fair,
That I shouldn’t be in trouble.
Unfortunately, he said, he knows
That what she said counts for double.
The next day we said what went on
And they heard loud and clear,
But what they said to her and him
To the truth was no where near.
So he said she said you said what?
And they said we said I said that!?
Oh no you did not just say
That he dared to call me fat!
But he said he wants my number,
But you said he said something more.
Then she said they said my mom’s back
To make me do my chores.
Why would my mother come here
To tell me what to do?
Because he said we said they said that
I’m going out with you.
Link the two events together.
You’ll find there is no way.
The he-said-she-said gossip mess
Is how we spend our days.
Yet no explanation do we find
For the crazy things they said,
Nor do we know why we say
Whatever pops into our heads.
So when rumors are flying, left and right,
And pronouns start replacing names,
Beware what he said she said you all said;
You’ll get caught in gossip games.
This is more effective when performed.
Random as it can be
Few harmless gossip that
In through yours
And out through mine they go
Yet into the minds of SOME!!!!
Can be twisted to such measures
That can make the closest of friends
Such extreme foes
Is it just human nature?
Or is it desperate cries for attention
That makes us so susceptible
To such lengths
Realistic scenarios ....
So much so
That we layer over the actual truth
And after a bit....
Unable to see past the possibilities
The actual truth!!!!
Funny isn’t it
That simple words that when arranged with innocence
Can mean the world
Those same words when shuffled
Can be deadlier than poison