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To place a taboo on life.
The only option-the bloody knife.
No more. No more.
Before you, a closed door.
Start the battle
Their dictatorship you must rattle.
No more. No more.
Break open the locked door.
By Sentito URL on 05.13.2013
The topics that need to be discussed the most. Dig them out of the dark corners of your mind, and bring them to light. Reality isn’t ideal – quit pretending like it is, or that it can be. Nothing should be ignored.
By Archori URL on 05.13.2013
The word sounds plain. I know nothing about it. Rhymes with tattoo, latte, your mom. How funny i Am yes i am. wow. im running out of time. this is so much fun. Mahabharata So now i have extra time. fantastic. I never thought I liked writing this much. Its so amazing. God is so wonderful to me. I love him. I need him. I give all of me to him. Ta
By Esmeralda URL on 05.13.2013
It was taboo. Everything about her actions. The ritual, the shop, the tattoos given out at night in secret. All of it, taboo. But there was something special about her actions. Something about her aura that made it seem almost acceptable. And she was old. The king would never kill someone who was old.
By Kristina URL on 05.13.2013
Africans with their long earlobes with plugs and their necks stretched with colored rings. Taboo! Or culture! I don’t know. I have no idea why Africa came to mind; probably because the word taboo sounded like an African word to me.
By Eve on 05.13.2013
lips plump with ruby, stretching over cotton-colored teeth,
pearls hidden inside sealed clams sitting
underneath the thick ocean sheets.
By mary URL on 05.13.2013
The naked eye cannot see your skin the way I do. The naked morning is undressing and redressing and I can feel myself hanging my head the way a weeping willow lets its’ hair drape in green wisps. I can feel myself becoming rotten, feel my mother’s judgement around my neck like a pearl choker.
Jacob stood in front of the cave, shivering in the night’s chilly breeze. He knew he shouldn’t be there. It was a taboo. This was the dwelling place of the mighty Beast, King of the Forest, but he needed to know who the creature was once and for all, even though it may result in grave consequences.
By Palak URL on 05.13.2013
Taboo. Easiest to explain by asking the question, “Have you seen that TV show that talks about people have orgasm marathons and the lives of strippers and stuff?” Okay, maybe not so scholarly, but you get the picture. Popularized by the TV show the taboo stereotype is fascinating.
By jess braam URL on 05.13.2013
Taboo. The way that our relationship seems to onlookers. By which I mean to say, their intellectual selves succumb to their emotional selves for lack of a pragmatic understanding of psychology.
By Conscious Debris URL on 05.13.2013
Taboo. Such a silly world we live in, isn’t it? We have to distinguish the normal from the totally unnatural, what shouldn’t be discussed at the dinner table while contemplating whether or not you should ask your family to watch you in the school play.
By Sage on 05.13.2013
Oh, no, I could never do that, that’s not like me, I don’t think I could ever work up that kind of courage, oh god, my pulse isn’t what it used to be and…
You can’t go back to how it was before?
Something taboo, something small and just plain goddamn wrong,
And now you’re about to fall off the edge of the world?
Is that it?
(How would you like to be pushed off by the multitudes, the multitudes clamoring to fill the same average, attention-less space as you?)
By Saudade URL on 05.13.2013
She walked in to the room
With her mouth loaded with taboo
they laughed as she sat
and shook their heads
at what she said
she spoke and spoke
they ate and drank
but at the end of the night
it was she who left
as they sat
and they watched
By Shakira on 05.13.2013
“OMG THIS IS SOO TABOO” Kristi shouts. I groan, mentally smacking myself in the head for getting my best friend the ‘new word a day’ calendar. I’m glad that she’s using it, but she gets quite….enthusiastic about her new words.
I shush her as we climb over the fence, leaving the safety of our heavily protected world, and enter a new adventure. One that may not be promising our return.
By misnia URL on 05.13.2013
never said, always heard.
maybe things are too taboo.
maybe people are too taboo.
By maggie. on 05.13.2013
Taboos are restrictions, whether rational or irrational. Some might be to cease harm, some might be to cause harm. Who is to say which is which? Some taboos mucst be broken for the sane of the betterment of society, some for the betterment of fun. Taboos are hindrances, whether for good or ill. Should they be there? It really depends on the circumstances.
By Alex on 05.13.2013
We couldn’t say that word in the classroom because it was taboo. Nor at the bus stop. Nor at the city hall. Not even at home, where comfort should have been sought for the sake of privacy. But privacy was a draconian term by now, and the truth was, the forbidden element of the language had once been a common occurrence fifty or so years back.
So when Alan Hoff said the taboo word and later disappeared, we all knew why.
By Belinda Roddie URL on 05.13.2013
your slimy lizard tongue finds its way into my ears. you’re all scales and feathers. sometimes I file down those nasty yellow claws of yours, normally I don’t and they leave scratches down my sides. I wonder how you mother would feel if she saw all those scabs on your arms? all you ever talk about is tying off.
By rosemary on 05.13.2013
OneWord is the sweetest taboo.
That’s why I OneWord with you.
By dufis on 05.13.2013
They say that I can’t say what I think. UNladylike. BUt who the hell are they? WHy can’t want to be free. Men are free. I want to be free. I want to be me with no restrictions. I want to be able to want to do things and express my wants. I
By Cat on 05.13.2013
By Fabien on 05.13.2013
There’s so many taboos, but they vary amongst race, age, and cultures. Taboo taboo; baboon. Why are we so uncomfortable with a word that rhymes with a red-bottom monkey? I think we need to turn our priorities around.
By Jonnea Herman URL on 05.13.2013
It is folly. It is taboo. The very mention of it brings chills down my spine. Please don’t do it. Please.
She just laughed at me, rolled her eyes, and walked away. I hope she doesn’t regret this. I know I already do.
By sandor URL on 05.13.2013
Tis taboo to think taboo if one desires to live a wide open life. But who can blame one who wishes not to be bent by the winds of human interactive interests that need to survive together on the only planet we all have. To learn to abide by taboo is to thrive
By P J Colando URL on 05.13.2013
Held above others, special
The only thing that makes you different is the idea you are different
I have no idea what I am doing
By Christy URL on 05.13.2013
Taboo. That game of vocabulary that helps you think around a word. I loved playing it as a teenager. I loved having it in my classroom as a teacher. It gets teenagers thinking.
By rachelzana URL on 05.13.2013
She was full of taboos. That’s why she didn’t enjoy life. There were so many things to do, so many people to meet. Yet, she was wrapped in a coccoon full of apparent morals that she didn’t care about, but also couldn’t get rid of.
By Narcissa on 05.13.2013
Too difficult to talk about.
Another thing that is socially unacceptable.
Better not say anything if you value your reputation.
One word can ruin you.
Once it is in place, it will never go away.
By Lia on 05.13.2013
God, I hate this game, I thought, as my younger brother took the liberty of reminding me that I had said a word that was ‘taboo’. “Can’t say that, Grace!” he bellowed, a wide grin stretching his face.
God, I hate this game.
By babs on 05.13.2013
These are the days when sunlight hits everything and bathes it in blue and green and yellow, and the daffodils bob. The boys are shouting and the girls are laughing. Hands are held on screened in porches, on hanging swings, on patios by grills as the burgers sizzle. The sunglasses come out to shade the windows to the soul and it is summer, so to do anything but love is taboo.
By cmsiena URL on 05.13.2013
shouldn’t say it, double o, boo secrecy private
By ruth URL on 05.13.2013
The warm breeze chilled her back as she ascended the stairs. A crippling fear seized her heart. This fear wasn’t because he was in love with her. She expected it. All the signs were there. The fear came because this morning, a sudden realization had hit her; she was in love with him too.
By Syntactic Rhapsody on 05.13.2013
do i argue about fatalism?
do i make an incest joke?
do i go on about the uneasiness of a large group of individuals with something, facilitating a taboo?
do i post an edgy comment about my now-not-so-taboo-anymore fetishes and hobbies?
do i talk about my true opinion of the middle east conflict or the arab spring?
lesson learned: my choices are nearly unlimited, my thinking patterns aren’t.
By berenique URL on 05.13.2013
The blade sliced a line of coldness into her skin, but she felt no pain. Instead, she felt the release of emotion that only came when she decided to mutilate herself.
It was a drug to her. Though a taboo and wrong in the eyes of others, she loved it.
By Celine Wu URL on 05.13.2013
the options are nearly unlimited, while our thinking patterns aren’t and while most of us perceive or have ceased to perceive the same things as acceptable or not, we’ve failed to be original. on here, as well as out there.
“This…it’s not right. We’re not supposed to do this.” Imara sputtered, her hands stilling on her shoulders.
She chuckled. “Why not? Because it’s TABOO,” she teased, rolling her eyes.
“Because it’s WRONG,” she gasped, her eyes falling closed as Jana nipped at her neck.
“And that’s what makes it fun,” she whispered against her skin before surging upwards to capture her lips once more.
By S.C. Lovelace URL on 05.13.2013
I heard once a story, hushed by all in the village about a ritual called “taboo”. No one dare explain it, but that was precisely the reason I was there.
By Alexis URL on 05.13.2013
Don’t say a word,
Hold your breath,
It will all be fine.
I can’t believe what’s happening right before mine eyes,
It all feels right.
It would make the best topic of poetry,
The sweetest sounds of music,
And the most wonderful speech,
But you and I will never speak a word of it again.
By Siege URL on 05.13.2013
To host the idea of it had caused him to nearly heave. How did one find himself so far gone and yet so unable to help himself. Others would scoff, but he…He just didn’t want to stop.
By Erica on 05.13.2013
I laughed too loudly in the empty house, stumbling over beer cans that clinked on the rotted floorboards. You turned into me, tried to quiet me with your body. I shut up as I tasted the metal on your tongue.
By Rachel URL on 05.13.2013
a division of Identity Crisis, Inc.