#rumours
i still think about her,
the girl across the street,
always humming
to the basket full of laundry
resting on her hips.
in between the notes
the echo sang back:
comparison piece.
hatred simmered in our veins,
each pulse a reminder
of a childhood nearing its end,
until this foolish girl,
skin marked by her shame,
every inch a silent judgement,
became a cautionary tale.
i still think about her,
how her voice vanished,
slipped through the fabric of dusk
and we only caught glimpses
of who she once was —
and sometimes
i wonder who she’s become.
Oct 31, 2025
Oct 31, 2025 at 10:06 AM UTC
The guests run away,
the staff is left with the feast --
left with the rumours.
May 16, 2024
May 16, 2024 at 3:29 AM UTC
The kind of person
no-one wants to know
She wears her sincerest smile
ignores their whispers,
and head raised,
looks them in the eye
every
single
*******
day.
It’s the only thing
to do
(apart from finally
ending it)
But mountains
were easier to climb,
and amidst the
coloured powder crush
underfoot
of her former soul
There’s really not
much left
in the tank
Nov 16, 2023
Nov 16, 2023 at 5:58 AM UTC
She stays in her sacred lair,
with the miles of skin hidden from the stare,
as her words fill up the void of peace
while they have their timely feast
of the untold tales of despair,
that erupt from tounges with much flair.
Feb 23, 2021
Feb 23, 2021 at 9:59 AM UTC
They are afraid of the truth,
honest words forced to hide behind their roots,
Then crush it with the giant's big foot.
- why are you so afraid of telling everyone about what you've done?
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 6:37 AM UTC
People never listen anymore
With ears
They seek out the one who loves to spread words
People never care anymore
With ears
They thought have understood the story from the narrator
Infact they were the sidekicks
The insignificant petty villagers
While they could have asked the characters themselves
Paint the picture themselves
They don't care anymore
To put the effort in
They would rather just hear it from somewhere
Then pretend they learnt everything there is to learn about the story
Fact is
It wasn't your story to care for at the first place
It's not caring it's plain boredom and hopes to be the holy judge of 'none of their business'
Care is not like that
When will the peasants see
The truth
the truth that lies
lies between the teller and facts
the teller and players
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 2:03 PM UTC
It seems I've been travelling around
Through the word of mouth
Look at the way they speculate
Whether I'm gay or straight
Some say that I am autistic
Used to be so optimistic
That we could unite and harmonise
But it seems we are too busy
Pointing out each other's flaws
And fighting needless wars
When did I become
The headline of everyone's day?
Why do I seem to be the topic
In the stories, they spread
It seems I'm the centre focus
Once again
I'm starting to question
Will this ever end?
What will they think of next?
What do I think of Bec and her new boyfriend?
It seems like everybody's
Watching every step I take
And hanging off of every word I say
And maybe I'm a little crazy
But could you really blame me?
They think I'm an attention seeker baby
When did I become
The headline of everyone's day?
Why do I seem to be the topic
In the stories, they spread
It seems I'm the centre focus
Once again
I'm starting to question
Will this ever end?
It seems to me
That I seem to be
The talk of the town
And all the rumours
Are circulating around
Everyone's questioning me
And my sexuality
Who I'm with, what I am
What I feel, what he writes,
Is it real?
When did I become
The headline of everyone's day?
Why do I seem to be the topic
In the stories, they spread
It seems I'm the centre focus
Once again
I'm starting to question
Will this ever end?
©2018 Written By Benji James
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 4:30 AM UTC
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A girl that I know is brighter then the rest
She has golden highlights dyed into her hair
She's got pale blue eyes that reflect the world
And she's got a gorgeous smile that makes her glow
The girl that I know is quite small
She's around 5'3 which is like nothing at all
She likes to state that This way im closer to hell
But I laugh it off and it's all quite swell
The girl that I know is fairly easy going
She's quiet and sweet and somehow outgoing
She sarcastic, witty and a bit of a flirt
But in all honesty she is secretly hurt
She's got a few boys that she strings along for fun
But that's all platonic to all except one
It was her little secret, at least for awhile
Until her best friend told everyone within a mile
In a split instant the whole country knew
People knew her business and her reputation grew
People began to think that she was surely a ****
But you dont know her at all so keep your mouth shut
Her best friends a hypocrite and we all knew that well
Without realizing it, she had made her life hell
Telling her boyfriend everything is good and all
But there comes a certain point where there is a line to draw
This girl that I knew had no more secrets, none at all
As she told me this, her tears fell like a waterfall
***how ******* dare she!***
she's your best friend I exclaim
How could she do this, Has she no shame
The girl that I know isint like the stories
She's overreacts about little things and gets quite worried
she's bright, brave and fairly clever
She's a black belt, a sensei, she's so much better
She complains about her three buttons while everyone else has four
And she talks about her life and about the simple things she adores
So how is it that people still call her a *****
We go to the gym and then eat pizza instead
We watch barbie movies and fall asleep in her bed
We talk about life on an old rooftop
While eating buckets of ice cream till we have to stop
I know the girl better then she knows herself
I know the stories better then anyone else
I know the scars hidden deep within her eyes
And I know and have seen the tears that she has cried
So how can the world be so cruel?
When all that's she's done is just gone to school
She talked and became friends with some guys
So how can people create such lies?
All people think its their right to judge
But what right does it give you to hold such a grudge?
You say its just a joke everyone spread rumors
Let's me hear you say it again, when its your turn as the loser
So tell me then, is that to your humor? .
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 12:21 AM UTC
Rumours fly like dead carcasses,
infecting those who they land upon.
But no one realizes that they were bitten, corrupted
burrowing beneath conscious thought.
Seeding the larvae of what would seed within
the canals of corrupted reflections.
Never realising that every thought was laid
well before they knew and hatched diseased.
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 11:15 AM UTC
They run down corridors, penetrate
Eardrums, tympanic membranes vibrating
Sounds of whispered ignorantia, injected
In minds, spewed out of unclosing mouths.
Actively engaged in spreading the word,
As meticulous news reporters committed
To divulge, unfounded information, undercover
Agents passing off as martyrs compelled,
To fulfil their duties pretending
To reluctantly execute a social service, yet,
No one knows whether the lady down
The street truly cheated, nor if her daughter
Also slept with the alleged lover, while
The audience is convinced and has convicted
The adultery of the first sentencing the second,
To shame and long-lasting denigrating fame.
The punishment assigned to the free walking
Defendants, found guilty by a jury of their peers,
A public court rising to judge an offence
Sickly existing merely in those insinuating
Voices, inundating the tribunal corridors
Of the neighbourhood, the city, the world,
Tv and the web. Leaving the only words
That count engraved in marble, epitaph
On the tombstone of a suicidal man,
‘In loving memory of Mallory Dupe.
Beloved husband of Helen and loving
Father to Giselle. Shamelessly killed
By rumours. No redemption granted.’
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 2:40 AM UTC
Oh how frightening it is
the way you cold heartedly lie
to my face.
to their face.
Oh how it boggles my mind
how you try to save face
and spit lies about me oh so freely.
Honey, you can lie to them
but how will you lie to yourself
honey, I'm called easy,
but what about your complicated mind.
Psychopath.
Thats the word that comes to mind
when i think of you.
Crazy.
Is how you describe me to feel okay with you
Lies. Lies. Lies
Oh how frightening it is,
the way you cold heartedly
lie to yourself.
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 4:32 PM UTC
sticky kisses for the missus just
to prove that i'm no wuss
and if it tastes good enough for you
it's good enough for me too.
don't you miss the blissful ignorance
chinese whispers and rumours
written on the tarmac in chalk
for the wind to pick up
and carry on to other schoolyards
eat lots of pineapple, it'll make you taste good.
did she eat ten a penny aniseed sweets for me?
she seeps liquid liquorice
that binds my teeth in a bittersweet grimace
stretching from ear to ear. she hates the taste
and i hate to share my just desserts.
innocence is a burden that burns
like empty lungs, and no breathing in
again until i get what i want,
bad enough to make the children
want to **** themselves. when they want
sticky kisses before bedtime.
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 3:23 AM UTC
They think I'm autistic
From the way I walk
Does that mean I have a stutter?
Because of the way I talk
Am I disillusioned, maybe insane?
Is this an overwhelming feeling
Overtaking my brain?
Am I just another stain
That is in your way?
Can you find a reason
To stop the teasing
Spread the word
I don't care
People say it's good to share
What's the news today?
Send some more gossip my way
Spread the word
Spread the word
Even if it sounds absurd
Spread the word
Girl spread the word
Nah spread your legs
Oops think I just crossed the line
It's not my fault
I'm sexually deprived
Maybe a little hated,
but mostly despised
Because of all my selfish crimes
You’re running out of time
Spread the word
I don't care
People say it's good to share
What's the news today?
Send some more gossip my way
Spread the word
Spread the word
Even if it sounds absurd
spread the word
They're looking for all the cuts
From the razor blades
That's in the lyrics
I had out on display
Did I mention
everyone thinks I'm gay?
Am I the highlight in your day?
Why don't you make up something else?
Oh, what you need some help?
Think up something by yourself
Spread the word
I don't care
People say it's good to share
What's the news today?
Send some more gossip my way
Spread the word
Spread the word
Even if it sounds absurd
Spread the word
I'm not speaking to a friend
Who I can't trust again
Now they can speculate
Who, why and how?
I was the blame
For why he went away
She thought that I might stay
But I had to take a break
Because all the rumours
Messed with my head
I felt like I was better off dead
Spread the word
I don't care
People say it's good to share
What's the news today?
Send some more gossip my way
Spread the word
Spread the word
Even if it sounds absurd
Spread the word
©2017 Written By Benji James
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 6:38 AM UTC
I have wings, I'm everywhere
I'll vanquish all who stand
Nobody can conquer me
I am a firebrand
Twin tornadoes lift me up
Spit nails in their hands
You'll find that I am common
I am in all lands
But I'm very subtle
Not many understand
I'll share a little secret
Just for you and me
It's just a peccadillo
A sin of small degree
Let's share something to titillate
Just for us to see
It may become a scandal!
But, hey, this country's free...
You know that movie star you hate?
Let's just play a game
We can see it as her fate
So no one is to blame
We'll destroy her career
Hey, they're all the same
They all drink and have affairs
She's so very lame
You're behind the smokescreen
There really is no shame
And where there's smoke there's *fire...
HAVE YOU GUESSED MY NAME?*
SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/16/2017
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 12:37 AM UTC
*Spoken words
Have wings
Once they're set free
They're hard to catch
Reason being
We humans
Don't have
wings of our own*
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 1:01 AM UTC
They said Keith couldn't *** without a finger up his ***
they said Ruth was a **** for not sleeping with her man.
They said George was a woman because he couldn't grow a beard,
they said Molly was autistic, because she was a little bit weird.
They said Mr. Winchester was a ********** because he wore an overcoat,
they said Ms. Wheeler as a witch, and once sacrificed a goat.
They said Mr. Winter was so fat, he was more or less bulletproof,
they said Ms. Walker was not attractive, but if it came to it:
she'd have to do.
They said Lucinda was thin because she chose not to eat,
sitting by the bathroom doors in the lunchtime canteen.
They said Leonard was a ****** with his long, blonde hair,
they said Luke was a downy because of his vacant stare.
They said Mr. Fresco was a drinker who beat his wife at home,
they said Ms. Finkel was a ********** seen standing out in the cold.
They said an awful lot of things that decayed away over time,
but it takes a strength to train the mind
to not trod the tracks of a lifetime past,
to keep yourself to who you are,
not those ancient words,
nor those faded scars.
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 1:50 PM UTC
She had the face of a doll
She had the body of a dancer
She had sunkissed skin and deep brown eyes as though she saw through layers of rich chocolate
She was as delicate as fine China
She was as kind as a sweet old lady
She was very young though, too young to be as beautiful as she was
The prettiest flowers are always picked first
By picked we don't understand that this means ripping the flower away from the earth and taking its life away too
And even at such a young age she was definately picked
She was bullied
She was abused
And with each insult and each rumour a wall was slowly built
Brick by brick
Her kindness quickly faded away
For how else was she supposed to protect herself
And they wonder why the prettiest are the meanest.
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 3:16 AM UTC