Careena
Careena
Apr 29

The days where you just feel okay in yourself are my favorite
Where others don't abraise you like an itchy wool sweater
Where trouble doesn't sit in your stomach like bad pasta
Where you can float along, just being you
Feeling confident that your face is fashioned in just the right way
That your tights are pulled up
That your shirt is pulled down
Those days where you just embrace the fact that others talk
But it doesn't have to define you
I know I have trouble with this
I think we all do
Others talking is a great part of the things that make me unhappy
I think "Well, if only that person wouldn't be talking about me, I would be happier"
But when the truth is, I can choose whether or not to listen
I can choose whether or not to sit with them
Or whether or not I believe something someone else is saying about my life
Because we all know that other people are the experts on all our problems
Fastening their opinions of us based off the exterior of our faces
Well, if there is someone who knows more about me than I know myself
Come, please have me meet them, because I would sure like the answer key to life's book of problems
Because perhaps they play God, too.

Just something I try to keep in mind

Scandal, slander and shame wag the twisting tongues of gossips.

Gossip
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gossip
.
In heaven the departed gossip about the virtues of others.
βέƦẙḽ Dṏṽ

In heaven the departed gossip about the virtues of others.

Virtue
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Virtue
.
Or just view mindless gossip?
Emma Chatonoir

Claiming to be nonjudgmental
She scrolls through her social networks
Looking at photos of people she's met
Maybe once or twice
She scrolls through her social networks
Mindlessly viewing content
Maybe once or twice
Does she understand it
Mindlessly viewing content
Just to pass the time
Does she understand it
Of course not, she's idle
Just to pass the time
Does she act productive?
Of course not, she's idle
She must learn
Does she act productive?
Or just view mindless gossip?
She must learn
Of everything going on
Or just view mindless gossip?
Who cares what they wore
Of everything going on
Fashion is irrelevant
Who cares what they wore
Or even if it matched
Fashion is irrelevant
Why does she care?
Or even if it matched
Why would she pay attention?
Why does she care?
Is it just the thrill of knowing?
Why would she pay attention?
She won't remember in five years
Is it just the thrill of knowing?
A peek into the life
She won't remember in five years
The millions of pictures she saw
A peek into the life
Of a stranger
The millions of pictures she saw
Talked about with her friends
Of a stranger
So easily forgotten
Talked about with her friends
Insults to the subject
So easily forgotten
But still bitter
Insults to the subject
Are viewed as humor
But still bitter
As they cast a negative light
Are viewed as humor
When everyone knows what happened
As they cast a negative light
From being in the know
When everyone knows what happened
Something little is a big deal
From being in the know
Negativity spreads faster
Something little is a big deal
And painted as a bad thing
Negativity spreads faster
Positivity comes slowly
And painted as a bad thing
Is the shaming that comes
Positivity comes slowly
Good things are boring
Is the shaming that comes
Truly human nature
Good things are boring
But they should be building
Truly human nature
Is to talk to others
But they should be building
Healthy relationships
Is to talk to others
To cast someone in a bad light
Healthy relationships
More like toxic gossip
To cast someone in a bad light
Is a sin
More like toxic gossip
People should be nice
Is a sin
The act of judging
People should be nice
It helps others
The act of judging
Stems from social media
It helps others
Learn to gossip
Stems from social media
Are the mean words of today
Learn to gossip
And you'll say them too
Are the mean words of today
To be replaced with nice words of tomorrow
And you'll say them too
To help others?
To be replaced with the nice words of tomorrow
Looking at photos of people she's met
Giving them compliments
Claiming to be nonjudgmental.

Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear.
- Ephesians 4:29

Celebrities are strangled and mangled by their tangle of tongues.

Gossip
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gossip
.
Sid
Sid
Oct 12

When you speak ill of me
do you know what I see?
Division in this group of three
separation is what I see.

When you speak ill of me
do you know what I see?
A person filled with such beauty
is now as ugly as can be.

When you speak ill of me
do you know what I see?
Poison plaguing once such glee
killing all that's wild and free.

When you speak ill of me
do you know what I see?
A screaming, wreched, fey banchee
who thinks too much she is Queen Bee.

So when you speak ill of me,
it puzzles me that you can't see
how beautiful that you could be
IF YOU'D SHUT YOUR MOUTH.

... We both agree.

#gossip  

The small minded humor those seeking relief.
It’s all or nothing, with empty decisions.

Spreading smoldered fragments, these fucking lies.
It's quite the disease - the naive listeners.

Hurt and Bias hold our hands.

For gossip
FVERR
FVERR
Dec 9, 2011

Where am I?
I can't decide.
I'm lost between the traces of a past love so
Great
And true,
And the inklings of a new
Shell.
It's the outside I like,
It's the inside that matters.
Is there anything there?

When I'm with her
I think
Of the other sometimes.
I think
She knows of my straying thought.
So,
Where am I going?
If anywhere?

I think
I've reached the city limits,
And I'm not satisfied.
But,
It's always darkest before dawn
And the sunrise looks best
From outside the city.
Time will tell,
For gossip
Is Time's biggest vice.
But,
Until Time whispers
The secrets that are always
Too late,
Patience
Will be my virtue

Stuck between the "vowels" of love, and electing Patience to decide the fate of another pretty face.
MM
MM
Jul 19, 2013      Jul 19, 2013

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?

storing and dissipating Earths gossip
nivek
Jun 15

some tongues are forever wagging
where it all comes from I do not know
and how the universe soaks it up
word by word and offsets it all
balancing with the silence of space
vast sump collecting all the chatter
storing and dissipating Earths gossip

 
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