Lets see. In school they teach us nothing of importance. Nothing on how to stand up for yourself, or how to stop hating your life or how to have confidence. They teach us hardships and that people are mean.
So unfortunately, the school has not yet taught me how to be happy, nor has it taught me this word. I can choose the one I want to learn, but I cannot choose the one I will learn. But I can take a guess.
She grins. “It isn’t taboo to climb the scaffolding of a building,” she says, putting her hand on one of the metal rods. “Frowned upon, maybe.”
“Possibly illegal,” I offer.
“It’ll be worth it,” she says. “Imagine the view!”
I shudder. “It’s so high up,” I say.
“Are you going to do this or not?”
I shrug. The things this girl could make me do.
life is a fucking charade. you have no idea where you are going or what is happening half the time. we’re all so completely lost. yet we all have too much pride to admit it. so we just bumble around like idiots, everyone acting like they know what they’re doing.
Taboo. A game I used to play with my sister. I don’t remember how it was played or how it relates to the definition of the word. I guess I just remember that we had a lot of fun back then.
Naked people are taboo. Taboo is something people don’t like, it disturbs them, or generally avoid. Avoid mosquitoes because they spread diseases. Diseases are spread by naked people.
You’re my taboo.
My weakness, the irrational choice.
I know I shouldn’t, my entire logical mind screams adamantly against it, raging within for my physical being to listen, but it remains caged, a rampaging tasmanian devil trapped in a prison.
While I take the leap.
I fall.
all I can picture is a high fashion women dressed in leather, furs, and feathers, with long red painted nails, coming out of a limo, camera’s flashing all around her, a reporter leaning over to ask her a questions, and all you can hear her answer is “that is so taboo”.
S
Sexting my old high school girlfriend seemed like a good idea at the time.Her sexting me back…well…
It just wasn’t the done thing to talk about IT. IT being the weekly trivia game, in fact the subject had been taboo for a while. That didn’t stop Sarah from questioning why the trivia group had gone from a large and expansive 14 friends to the exclusive group of two, effectively shutting out so many of their friends,
My thoughts are so taboo.
I guess cause they’re all of you.
If I don’t talk about it, I’ll be so blue.
Just talk to me, please.
You’re the forbidden fruit I’d love to eat.
All I can think of is how I want to sink in my teeth…
You’re perfect, you know that?
Nicola
The tattoos that decorate her body used to be considered taboo. Now she’s 85 years old and respected by kids half her age. She sees her body as a canvas that is decorated with the memories of her life. She doesn’t see any mistakes.
The things we aren’t supposed to speak about are usually the topics we desire to discuss or are too afraid or embarrassed to provoke conversation regarding. Taboo’s are sometimes the most destructive.
Alaoighse
smoking is not allowed on this flight.
in this compartment.
when children are present.
around hay.
They said it was wrong.
What is wrong about love?
I loved my father, I loved our time together. I hated when he left.
My father died. It was a car crash. I lost him when he swore he would never leave.
But I brought him back.
They said it was wrong, taboo to bring back the dead. What’s dead should stay dead they had told me. No.
They said it was taboo. All of them. I fell in love with my brother yes, but it’s hardly taboo. What is taboo about love? Nothing.
At least not in my eyes.
My brother said the same. They are all wrong.
I’ll show them taboo.
I’ll show them all.
you say that you beleive.
you say that you hope.
you say you bleed.
you say that you cope.
cope with the world that lies ahead.
but only thinking behind over again.
its such a taboo the things you hope for.
because you are only as real as the lore.
sticky fingers pawing shabby clothes
crusted nails caked black with grit spit grow
he sighs; the lines unwind in time
wretched garments bespeckle as they bind
hoary sunshine, decried in spade; defiled
i am mine; taboo sighed in kind
i am mine; they’d really rather find
the divine; criss cross the spit spat loss
goodbye, the kind tried by trying.
Matty M.
“No! Don’t say that!” Her mouth is open wide and I can hear her breathing heavily.
“What? Why?” I ask confused.
i went for a walk and it was quite a taboo.
it surprsed me it all the things i saw
i wanted to say there forver and listen to all the noises around me.
to feel the air on the back of my neck
and hear birds calling to be, wanting me to come closer.
the taste of mangos and fruit lingers in the air
and my nose follows the smell.
yearning for more.
i wish i coulda.
But i had to go.
i cannot stay:
i am dreaming.
Sophie gronsdahl
It’s wrong. Something unacceptable, at least in the eyes of society. But that doesn’t mean that you have to listen to them.
Sometimes, though, society has it right and wrong is wrong.
She was a taboo like a scorch in the throat. A word you shouldn’t say. The taste of her sweat when she arches, like the songs your parents told you not to hear. She walked all lace and spiked heels and she loved you like you never wanted. Like you always needed. She was the taboo you were never supposed to crave.
People don’t talk about some things because they are too scared to ever say it out loud.Sometimes they can’t even write about it.Those topics that are too socially unexceptable are taboos.Everybody has an opinion on them,but they are ashamed to tell it.
Ksoma
A life full of secrets.
Golden tales of time.
Secret gardens full of love, life and stories.
There’s more to life than just you and this. Bliss.
Shan Shan
“Taboo” she cried impatiently
Time was running out and it was much too quick for Simon to resist. Lucy elegantly pushed her shawl and pillow cases , crying obediently and tapping her sharp glass to the end of her arm as so to cut her arm and make it bleed.
“Stop it” Simon cried, but Lucy would not listen, but it was much too late as from the shadow, a little creature with one eye stared cutely into Simon
“Guys,what’s that” cried lily
“Taboo, they’re coming to get us”
Butter
Taboo describes life death and happiness in one go. Taboo is mainly about all the world there is such as a boys name can be taboo or a girls name can be taboo. Once there was a village called taboo
Butter
What people do in secret – the things their true selves want to do, but are afraid for others to know – often not as terrifying to others as one may think.
kprage
Taboo was it’s name. The doll had grass hair and clothing of a potato sack. In various organs were needles and red markings. I dropped it where i stood. I was nauseous. I ran to the kitchen and vomited in the sink.
She hadn’t wanted to to it. But she didn’t have choice. Her younger brother and mother were counting on her.
“We need to cross the border.”
“That’s illegal!” Her mother protested.
“Not illegal, just taboo,” she argued. “We need to go the Dragon’s Land. It’s the only safe place.”
Aria Glade
It was a taboo amongst their kind. Even in a society where anything goes, there were still limits. This was one of them, though many did not understand. It made sense to those who were raised in the following, though. If words and symbols controlled magic and all it was associated with, a tattoo held danger to everyone who saw it and even more to the one who’s skin it was on.
Her age was six. She had dimples that sprung into her blank face without any prior warning, and her smiles looked out of place, seeing her smile was like the sight of daisies in midwinter.
We both stare at each other, thinking unspeakable words.
I’m sorry. I forgive you.
But we can’t say those things. Not in front of other people, not when we’re supposed to be strong and thinking about other things. Not after we already promised each other to move on.
Maybe that’s just an excuse in our heads. Maybe we’re just not saying the things we need to say because we’re scared.
My mouth remains closed. But I know what I’m going to say, when the time is right. I’ve already said it in my head a million times.
something that is not ment to be. mot spoken of. If i were to dio something taboo it woulkd be mesterious but also exciting. A taboo, an unspoken ritual or unusual occurence that is kept under hushed words.
The last taboo is money. Families won’t even talk about it.
Parents and children don’t even discuss money. And we really should.
Because money is a means to an end. Not an end in itself. Start talking folks.
They call it wrong, a “taboo,” but i think it’s just fine, after all, it doesn’t hurt anything. It was just me and her, until the cabbie showed up…
U.L. Curtis
I think that in our modern society. Nothing should be taboo. There should be nothing that cannot be discussed in a civilized fashion. It is censorship to make a word taboo.
Lets see. In school they teach us nothing of importance. Nothing on how to stand up for yourself, or how to stop hating your life or how to have confidence. They teach us hardships and that people are mean.
So unfortunately, the school has not yet taught me how to be happy, nor has it taught me this word. I can choose the one I want to learn, but I cannot choose the one I will learn. But I can take a guess.
She grins. “It isn’t taboo to climb the scaffolding of a building,” she says, putting her hand on one of the metal rods. “Frowned upon, maybe.”
“Possibly illegal,” I offer.
“It’ll be worth it,” she says. “Imagine the view!”
I shudder. “It’s so high up,” I say.
“Are you going to do this or not?”
I shrug. The things this girl could make me do.
life is a fucking charade. you have no idea where you are going or what is happening half the time. we’re all so completely lost. yet we all have too much pride to admit it. so we just bumble around like idiots, everyone acting like they know what they’re doing.
Taboo. A game I used to play with my sister. I don’t remember how it was played or how it relates to the definition of the word. I guess I just remember that we had a lot of fun back then.
Naked people are taboo. Taboo is something people don’t like, it disturbs them, or generally avoid. Avoid mosquitoes because they spread diseases. Diseases are spread by naked people.
You’re my taboo.
My weakness, the irrational choice.
I know I shouldn’t, my entire logical mind screams adamantly against it, raging within for my physical being to listen, but it remains caged, a rampaging tasmanian devil trapped in a prison.
While I take the leap.
I fall.
all I can picture is a high fashion women dressed in leather, furs, and feathers, with long red painted nails, coming out of a limo, camera’s flashing all around her, a reporter leaning over to ask her a questions, and all you can hear her answer is “that is so taboo”.
Sexting my old high school girlfriend seemed like a good idea at the time.Her sexting me back…well…
French kissing your sister is taboo in most cultures.
It just wasn’t the done thing to talk about IT. IT being the weekly trivia game, in fact the subject had been taboo for a while. That didn’t stop Sarah from questioning why the trivia group had gone from a large and expansive 14 friends to the exclusive group of two, effectively shutting out so many of their friends,
My thoughts are so taboo.
I guess cause they’re all of you.
If I don’t talk about it, I’ll be so blue.
Just talk to me, please.
You’re the forbidden fruit I’d love to eat.
All I can think of is how I want to sink in my teeth…
You’re perfect, you know that?
The tattoos that decorate her body used to be considered taboo. Now she’s 85 years old and respected by kids half her age. She sees her body as a canvas that is decorated with the memories of her life. She doesn’t see any mistakes.
The things we aren’t supposed to speak about are usually the topics we desire to discuss or are too afraid or embarrassed to provoke conversation regarding. Taboo’s are sometimes the most destructive.
smoking is not allowed on this flight.
in this compartment.
when children are present.
around hay.
taboo – who uses that word anyway?
nothing around children. never the children.
the stables were on fire last year.
They said it was wrong.
What is wrong about love?
I loved my father, I loved our time together. I hated when he left.
My father died. It was a car crash. I lost him when he swore he would never leave.
But I brought him back.
They said it was wrong, taboo to bring back the dead. What’s dead should stay dead they had told me. No.
They said it was taboo. All of them. I fell in love with my brother yes, but it’s hardly taboo. What is taboo about love? Nothing.
At least not in my eyes.
My brother said the same. They are all wrong.
I’ll show them taboo.
I’ll show them all.
Is it taboo for me to feel this way.
you say that you beleive.
you say that you hope.
you say you bleed.
you say that you cope.
cope with the world that lies ahead.
but only thinking behind over again.
its such a taboo the things you hope for.
because you are only as real as the lore.
sticky fingers pawing shabby clothes
crusted nails caked black with grit spit grow
he sighs; the lines unwind in time
wretched garments bespeckle as they bind
hoary sunshine, decried in spade; defiled
i am mine; taboo sighed in kind
i am mine; they’d really rather find
the divine; criss cross the spit spat loss
goodbye, the kind tried by trying.
“No! Don’t say that!” Her mouth is open wide and I can hear her breathing heavily.
“What? Why?” I ask confused.
“You know, I actually like their new album. I know it’s with a major label, and the production value is higher, but I think that it suites them well.”
“I don’t know what to say. I mean, it’s like I don’t even know you anymore…”
i went for a walk and it was quite a taboo.
it surprsed me it all the things i saw
i wanted to say there forver and listen to all the noises around me.
to feel the air on the back of my neck
and hear birds calling to be, wanting me to come closer.
the taste of mangos and fruit lingers in the air
and my nose follows the smell.
yearning for more.
i wish i coulda.
But i had to go.
i cannot stay:
i am dreaming.
It’s wrong. Something unacceptable, at least in the eyes of society. But that doesn’t mean that you have to listen to them.
Sometimes, though, society has it right and wrong is wrong.
She was a taboo like a scorch in the throat. A word you shouldn’t say. The taste of her sweat when she arches, like the songs your parents told you not to hear. She walked all lace and spiked heels and she loved you like you never wanted. Like you always needed. She was the taboo you were never supposed to crave.
People don’t talk about some things because they are too scared to ever say it out loud.Sometimes they can’t even write about it.Those topics that are too socially unexceptable are taboos.Everybody has an opinion on them,but they are ashamed to tell it.
A life full of secrets.
Golden tales of time.
Secret gardens full of love, life and stories.
There’s more to life than just you and this. Bliss.
“Taboo” she cried impatiently
Time was running out and it was much too quick for Simon to resist. Lucy elegantly pushed her shawl and pillow cases , crying obediently and tapping her sharp glass to the end of her arm as so to cut her arm and make it bleed.
“Stop it” Simon cried, but Lucy would not listen, but it was much too late as from the shadow, a little creature with one eye stared cutely into Simon
“Guys,what’s that” cried lily
“Taboo, they’re coming to get us”
Taboo describes life death and happiness in one go. Taboo is mainly about all the world there is such as a boys name can be taboo or a girls name can be taboo. Once there was a village called taboo
What people do in secret – the things their true selves want to do, but are afraid for others to know – often not as terrifying to others as one may think.
Taboo was it’s name. The doll had grass hair and clothing of a potato sack. In various organs were needles and red markings. I dropped it where i stood. I was nauseous. I ran to the kitchen and vomited in the sink.
She hadn’t wanted to to it. But she didn’t have choice. Her younger brother and mother were counting on her.
“We need to cross the border.”
“That’s illegal!” Her mother protested.
“Not illegal, just taboo,” she argued. “We need to go the Dragon’s Land. It’s the only safe place.”
It was a taboo amongst their kind. Even in a society where anything goes, there were still limits. This was one of them, though many did not understand. It made sense to those who were raised in the following, though. If words and symbols controlled magic and all it was associated with, a tattoo held danger to everyone who saw it and even more to the one who’s skin it was on.
Her age was six. She had dimples that sprung into her blank face without any prior warning, and her smiles looked out of place, seeing her smile was like the sight of daisies in midwinter.
We both stare at each other, thinking unspeakable words.
I’m sorry. I forgive you.
But we can’t say those things. Not in front of other people, not when we’re supposed to be strong and thinking about other things. Not after we already promised each other to move on.
Maybe that’s just an excuse in our heads. Maybe we’re just not saying the things we need to say because we’re scared.
My mouth remains closed. But I know what I’m going to say, when the time is right. I’ve already said it in my head a million times.
something that is not ment to be. mot spoken of. If i were to dio something taboo it woulkd be mesterious but also exciting. A taboo, an unspoken ritual or unusual occurence that is kept under hushed words.
I already did this word? Is it one word a day?
The last taboo is money. Families won’t even talk about it.
Parents and children don’t even discuss money. And we really should.
Because money is a means to an end. Not an end in itself. Start talking folks.
They call it wrong, a “taboo,” but i think it’s just fine, after all, it doesn’t hurt anything. It was just me and her, until the cabbie showed up…
I think that in our modern society. Nothing should be taboo. There should be nothing that cannot be discussed in a civilized fashion. It is censorship to make a word taboo.
I guess it’s taboo to wear some dirty clothes and drink beer on the stoop. I don’t really care though