Poison. So very deadly. Ironic that I didn’t think of how toxic it is to the human body until it was inside me. It felt like a liquid parasite, burning through my core. Running through my bloodstream. It was an intense sensation and none to pleasant. “Oh god”. I clutched my stomach and dropped to my knees, looking around for a familiar face in the sea of nothingness that would help me.
He was a poison. It had only been since he had entered her life that it had gone downhill. He was a poison, a tumor she needed to excise. She’d been failing in school, acting out, disappointing everybody. It had to be his fault. If she could stay away from him, her life would be fine. It was him, not her.
she drank the poison and it filled her up, she was so thirsty and she felt bloated with it now, indulging herself, the pure pleasure and sickness at the same time, the bloated with her satisfaction but it made her sick, but still so thirsty, the vicious cycle, a deep deep breath and she decided she could take another sip but it was like molasses, like honey, so thick, and her throat, could it take it?
Every time I spoke her name, poison filled my mouth. The wisps of blood red smoke could almost be seen, flowing past my lips and into the air surrounding me. But this poison was sweet, you see. Not any person, not even myself, was able to identify the toxin, and I continued this way until I was infected all the way to the marrow of my bones. It was a beautifully destructive process.
life is like poisen. it seems attractive and harmless at first but you only understand the pain from it once you involve yourself with it. the more and more you invest emotionally, the deeper and deeper you dive into the depths of the horror and miserable fate of life.
life is death.
poisen is death.
thus they are the same….right??
dont trust anyone because they may just be a part of the poisen that life has to offer…have you learned yet?
every time i think about what should have been, the essence which once was love, turns to poison, seeping from head to toe, killing life and hurting so, no longer can I stand to stand, and to the ground I go
It can kill you or hurt you, but it doesn’t necessarily have to be drunken… your life could be poisoned by your friends or family, bad energy, bad feelings.. horrible moments.. But what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.. when you overcome the poison once, you won’t have to do so again.
Poison. We have one body for this lifetime and the only true enemy it has is poison. In the form of environmental pollutants, refined foods, negative, pent up emotions, stress… These arall poisons to our body.
It’s interesting that we are aware of these poisons yet we continue exposing our bodies to them.
Personally I am well aware of some ot eh poisins I imbibe in the form of alcohol, refined sugars and occasional smoke.
Emotionally, I have taken conscious effort towards illuminating and eliminating any poison that emerges in the form of talking, crying/emoting, writing, running or whatever moves me. I do think that keeping shit in, whether good or bad, is poisonious to the body, mind and spirit. W are meant to flow. Like in nature. Shit dies all the time, but ecosystems tend to survive – that is until they become imbalances with for instance toil much of one thing.
the bottle of poison sat on the table in front of him. He wondered if he really had the guts to do it. Should he?
He doubted. He reached out and grabbed it, and then released his hand again. Did
The world is full of poison. Whether it be from society or from the soul, we are surrounded by poison and we have yet to find a cure. Do we even want a cure? We seem to crave our poison just as much as some of us try to reach out to others in aid of a cure. Why?
So give me all your poison and give me all your pills and give me all your hopeless hearts and make me ill. You’re running after something that you’ll never kill, if this is what you want than fire at will. -Thank You For the Venom by My Chemical Romance. Look them up!!
I watched carefully as she raised the glass to her lips. Just one more moment and i’d never have to deal with her again. My sister was more poisonous than any snake around these parts. But, the suprise in her cup was a more lethel poison. And I would be happy to be rid of her.
poison kills people. evil people use it all the time. they hide it in drinks or food. they make bad guys eat it to try to kill them/ but somehow the good guy always finds a way to get around it and live. it also reminds me of the band billy boy poison. i dont listen to them,except one song, but still, it has poison in the title. poison is a bad thing.
Poison is very bad. Don’t ever take it or give it. Just let it be because then we’ll all be happy. Then we can dance and sing without any poison. This isn’t Snow White!
“The hero says ‘Thank you for the venom!’ and turns his back on the girl and never comes around again.”
“Kane…”
“Yeh?”
“You tell the worst stories.”
“And you vampires are so picky…”
Every word we said was poison. We didn’t poison each other though, by that point we were immune. We were just poisoning the air. People around us could tell what was happening and tried to stay away, but when the end finally came, well, at least the air was clear.
I sat in this small room. Looking for something to distract me, but all these thoughts ran through my head. Poison to my mind. Eating me away from the inside. The death of someone so close. The death of the one I loved. The one I was suppose to marry.
drink it. inhale it. inject it. consume it. let your body feel light. walk on clouds. sleep in the warm and comforting arms of your mother. let the sensual tickle engulf your being. feel. good.
well this is a funny thing i run from it and i run to it poisint me slape me silly and do with me what you would like. im talking to the gods not the devils …wait no no wait i have to walk thrut the gate whiule it is there it will not wait for me it will not even close it will dissapear it will face me as a mirror that is my past and i hope it will not last
a poisonous idea
a thought made of fear
an extraterrestiral malcontent
feared from far to near
makers of a world
as if it were a quilt
a sharp edge rips through
the mind is on a new tilt
Poison my blood with just one kiss, and don’t even care about our lives. We’ll eternally live together in the world we’ll create for ourselves. Beautiful, unique.
The poison gripped the man with a strong hand, squeezing out all life. He choked, attempting to cough and clear his throat of the liquid death. The woman seemed to give him a look of pity as he gazed up at her, as if to ask ‘Why?’
Sickle celled and full of decomposition.
A round about way to go.
Sickened by the sight of it and empty of regret.
Deadlier than the natural side of passion.
Reclining in agony.
Running without shoes on.
poison can kill yo snakes have poison, some snakes can kill you with their poison and others don’t do anything. daddy long legs have really poisonous venom but they are too small to bite anyone, only their prey. Sting rays also have poison but that is often removed.
When I see this word I think of a story I once heard when I was a kid where a snake has poisoned a lake and a man dying of thirst comes along and tries to drink the water but his faithful dog has seen the snake and kicks the water cup away. The dog knocks over the cup every time the man tries to drink until the man kills the dog out of frustration, but then sees the snake and knows he killed his savior.
If you think you’re going to love me, get ready. It’s poison. It really is. I infect you with my over bearing ideas and thoughts. I won’t let you go until you die. There isn’t an antidote and you will never be the same if you get out alive.
terrible people all over surrounding me in my brain i can’t handle it i want it out i want them out of my brain they are not good for me why am i ingesting them? i have to spit them out i have to get them out of my body. detox.
I saw you put that poison in her glass. Why don’t you just get a divorce? What makes you think you won’t get caught? What are you doing? Get your hands off me!! . . . .
Poison.
That’s what they are.
And how can you trust poison?
How do you know which ones are the liars?
You don’t.
So you wait.
Unsure if you took the poison or the antidote.
Its makes me think of the band, ya know that one that does every rose :P I like that one even though most people say it sucks because its slow and kinda sadish, omg this weekend we listened to some awesome music with my friends dad, he is from germany so he had some new cool stuff ^^ was amazingly awesome, even one dude that sounded just like eminem but it was a diff linguage Id love to go to germany…. im sure its pretty there…. whats the point in this thing? XD
Humans always get to set the agenda–labeling what is and what is not poison. Perhaps if other living things had a chance, we’d be poison.
Poison. So very deadly. Ironic that I didn’t think of how toxic it is to the human body until it was inside me. It felt like a liquid parasite, burning through my core. Running through my bloodstream. It was an intense sensation and none to pleasant. “Oh god”. I clutched my stomach and dropped to my knees, looking around for a familiar face in the sea of nothingness that would help me.
He was a poison. It had only been since he had entered her life that it had gone downhill. He was a poison, a tumor she needed to excise. She’d been failing in school, acting out, disappointing everybody. It had to be his fault. If she could stay away from him, her life would be fine. It was him, not her.
she drank the poison and it filled her up, she was so thirsty and she felt bloated with it now, indulging herself, the pure pleasure and sickness at the same time, the bloated with her satisfaction but it made her sick, but still so thirsty, the vicious cycle, a deep deep breath and she decided she could take another sip but it was like molasses, like honey, so thick, and her throat, could it take it?
Every time I spoke her name, poison filled my mouth. The wisps of blood red smoke could almost be seen, flowing past my lips and into the air surrounding me. But this poison was sweet, you see. Not any person, not even myself, was able to identify the toxin, and I continued this way until I was infected all the way to the marrow of my bones. It was a beautifully destructive process.
life is like poisen. it seems attractive and harmless at first but you only understand the pain from it once you involve yourself with it. the more and more you invest emotionally, the deeper and deeper you dive into the depths of the horror and miserable fate of life.
life is death.
poisen is death.
thus they are the same….right??
dont trust anyone because they may just be a part of the poisen that life has to offer…have you learned yet?
Drink the poison lightly, cause there are deeper and darker things than you.
every time i think about what should have been, the essence which once was love, turns to poison, seeping from head to toe, killing life and hurting so, no longer can I stand to stand, and to the ground I go
It can kill you or hurt you, but it doesn’t necessarily have to be drunken… your life could be poisoned by your friends or family, bad energy, bad feelings.. horrible moments.. But what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.. when you overcome the poison once, you won’t have to do so again.
Poison. We have one body for this lifetime and the only true enemy it has is poison. In the form of environmental pollutants, refined foods, negative, pent up emotions, stress… These arall poisons to our body.
It’s interesting that we are aware of these poisons yet we continue exposing our bodies to them.
Personally I am well aware of some ot eh poisins I imbibe in the form of alcohol, refined sugars and occasional smoke.
Emotionally, I have taken conscious effort towards illuminating and eliminating any poison that emerges in the form of talking, crying/emoting, writing, running or whatever moves me. I do think that keeping shit in, whether good or bad, is poisonious to the body, mind and spirit. W are meant to flow. Like in nature. Shit dies all the time, but ecosystems tend to survive – that is until they become imbalances with for instance toil much of one thing.
deadly poison they try to force down my throat. say I need it, but I don’t.
the bottle of poison sat on the table in front of him. He wondered if he really had the guts to do it. Should he?
He doubted. He reached out and grabbed it, and then released his hand again. Did
its everywhere-and you never realize your eating it, or reading it or hearing or buying it until its too late
The band, snow white.
The venom ran down the surface of the floor slowly absorbing into every inch of the sickeningly blue carpet while I nonchalantly stared.
The world is full of poison. Whether it be from society or from the soul, we are surrounded by poison and we have yet to find a cure. Do we even want a cure? We seem to crave our poison just as much as some of us try to reach out to others in aid of a cure. Why?
So give me all your poison and give me all your pills and give me all your hopeless hearts and make me ill. You’re running after something that you’ll never kill, if this is what you want than fire at will. -Thank You For the Venom by My Chemical Romance. Look them up!!
I watched carefully as she raised the glass to her lips. Just one more moment and i’d never have to deal with her again. My sister was more poisonous than any snake around these parts. But, the suprise in her cup was a more lethel poison. And I would be happy to be rid of her.
poison kills people. evil people use it all the time. they hide it in drinks or food. they make bad guys eat it to try to kill them/ but somehow the good guy always finds a way to get around it and live. it also reminds me of the band billy boy poison. i dont listen to them,except one song, but still, it has poison in the title. poison is a bad thing.
Poison is very bad. Don’t ever take it or give it. Just let it be because then we’ll all be happy. Then we can dance and sing without any poison. This isn’t Snow White!
“The hero says ‘Thank you for the venom!’ and turns his back on the girl and never comes around again.”
“Kane…”
“Yeh?”
“You tell the worst stories.”
“And you vampires are so picky…”
Every word we said was poison. We didn’t poison each other though, by that point we were immune. We were just poisoning the air. People around us could tell what was happening and tried to stay away, but when the end finally came, well, at least the air was clear.
I sat in this small room. Looking for something to distract me, but all these thoughts ran through my head. Poison to my mind. Eating me away from the inside. The death of someone so close. The death of the one I loved. The one I was suppose to marry.
drink it. inhale it. inject it. consume it. let your body feel light. walk on clouds. sleep in the warm and comforting arms of your mother. let the sensual tickle engulf your being. feel. good.
well this is a funny thing i run from it and i run to it poisint me slape me silly and do with me what you would like. im talking to the gods not the devils …wait no no wait i have to walk thrut the gate whiule it is there it will not wait for me it will not even close it will dissapear it will face me as a mirror that is my past and i hope it will not last
crazy die oh god this is weird i don’t want to die. red ink. purple death.
the poison is us
the world can’t breath
we are decrepid
our hearts
they race
from the poison that has
always
run through our veins
a poisonous idea
a thought made of fear
an extraterrestiral malcontent
feared from far to near
makers of a world
as if it were a quilt
a sharp edge rips through
the mind is on a new tilt
poison is ugly, if it were a person it would be one of those fat repulsive guys that everyone would mistake easily for a pervert or something
Poison my blood with just one kiss, and don’t even care about our lives. We’ll eternally live together in the world we’ll create for ourselves. Beautiful, unique.
The poison gripped the man with a strong hand, squeezing out all life. He choked, attempting to cough and clear his throat of the liquid death. The woman seemed to give him a look of pity as he gazed up at her, as if to ask ‘Why?’
Sickle celled and full of decomposition.
A round about way to go.
Sickened by the sight of it and empty of regret.
Deadlier than the natural side of passion.
Reclining in agony.
Running without shoes on.
poison can kill yo snakes have poison, some snakes can kill you with their poison and others don’t do anything. daddy long legs have really poisonous venom but they are too small to bite anyone, only their prey. Sting rays also have poison but that is often removed.
When I see this word I think of a story I once heard when I was a kid where a snake has poisoned a lake and a man dying of thirst comes along and tries to drink the water but his faithful dog has seen the snake and kicks the water cup away. The dog knocks over the cup every time the man tries to drink until the man kills the dog out of frustration, but then sees the snake and knows he killed his savior.
I have never tried poison. Thank god or I would be dead. Or unconscious. Neither would be good. Yeah.
If you think you’re going to love me, get ready. It’s poison. It really is. I infect you with my over bearing ideas and thoughts. I won’t let you go until you die. There isn’t an antidote and you will never be the same if you get out alive.
terrible people all over surrounding me in my brain i can’t handle it i want it out i want them out of my brain they are not good for me why am i ingesting them? i have to spit them out i have to get them out of my body. detox.
I saw you put that poison in her glass. Why don’t you just get a divorce? What makes you think you won’t get caught? What are you doing? Get your hands off me!! . . . .
Poison.
That’s what they are.
And how can you trust poison?
How do you know which ones are the liars?
You don’t.
So you wait.
Unsure if you took the poison or the antidote.
Its makes me think of the band, ya know that one that does every rose :P I like that one even though most people say it sucks because its slow and kinda sadish, omg this weekend we listened to some awesome music with my friends dad, he is from germany so he had some new cool stuff ^^ was amazingly awesome, even one dude that sounded just like eminem but it was a diff linguage Id love to go to germany…. im sure its pretty there…. whats the point in this thing? XD