poison is a hard word for me, because i always seem to spell it wrong. i can never remember if the i or the o go before or after each other. i usually stay away from it, and just rephrase the sentence so that i don’t have to go through trying to remember to spell it correctly. it also reminds me of romeo and juliet…by the way.
Hatred. Hatred was my poison. It filled me up, reaching every limb, until it consumed me. My thoughts, my actions, they were all an act of this poison that filled me. I couldn’t stop it. Eventually it became all I am. I hated everything. I found no happiness. The only thing I took comfort in, was hatred.
can be terrible, something that ruins your another’s life or being or self. but it can also be a more humane way of taking the life of someone/something that is near death or deserves it. ultimately, et tu brute?
evanescence. lithium. music can really be a poison for the state of mind. nails, trent reznor, marilyn manson, they only enhance dark feelings and perceptions. yet, in the way of music, are perhaps positive in some sort of aspect – its there when one is searching for understanding, a place to belong, a way out, or simply release, or to vent. even if its themes are brooding, of death, suffering, and alienation. but perhaps the giddy, happy, enlightened music is equally as poisoning…. creating a ledge which one will inevitably tumble down. but then there’s always balance there in the middle – the last chord(s) of a beethoven symphony….
mürk on paha ja mürgiks võib olla alkohol, inimesed, mõtted, teod ja midagi veel. mürk on tervise ja tervislikkuse vastanud. mitmeid mürke saame ära hoida – näiteks mitte oma kehasse valada alkoholi või muid mürke ning lõpuks teeme oma valikud ise!
is dangerous. it reminds me of romeo and juliet. And fish, because of the french word that resembles it or maybe even is the same word, i dont really know. There are various poisons that can be found pretty much everywhere, in the house, in nature, in the air and whatever.
something you drink in order to be killed. Mice eat mouse poison and die as well as any other animal that might ingest it. I think of romeo and juliet and the vile of poison that they drank in order to be in love for eternity in the after life. There are also many poisonous flowers.
I remember that one. Sitting in the back of the glass. Her hair down to just the point where the beloved’s hair should go. I ran cross-country which was good enough to get me on the radar. Later ones would say she looked like a bug. There was pepperoni pizza suggestions that she assured were vegetarian. There were the claims of homosexuality. She would later die in a trap of her own creation.
dripped from her lips. i never should have believed anything she said, all of it was lies. those blood red, seductuive lips, how could i resist?? especially when accompanied by those sexy, smoky eyes.
the poison in your hand makes me feel kinda lusty… in a way wanting to try it but still feeling a little scared of what it really brings. after all… only you know what is in that cup and i’m just under your spell right now hoping for the best and thinking if I can trust
It was poisoned, and Elia knew it. She sat at the table with her father and Rio, and she knew what he had done. She kept her eyes on the wine that sat in front of her lover, silently willing him not to drink it. Ezio’s eyes were on her, narrowed slightly, daring her to say a word. Elia glanced up at her father, her eyes wide, begging him silently to spare his life.
You stared into those thin lips and croaked out your life. It was a simple story with no great climax, but it was riddled with shame and regret, and those eyes of yours faltered further with all the truths you revealed. But I was not captured by the hurt on your face, but the shake in your hands. They trembled with disgust as though you knew you weren’t all that great, and they cradled your head for a sense of comfort. I looked at you, and I saw poison. You were wretched and damned, but with the strength of a God you fought with all the might you had. Then I heard you speak those few little lines that were murder; “death must be beautiful. To be captured by the soft ground with the wind above, and to listen to the silence. With nothing and nothing running. To have no reason, to have no purpose. With no tomorrow, no end, no beginning.”
And at moment that I knew that the poison in front of me was enough. I knew I wanted to save you.
Is something that makes you sick. It can be a person place or thing. Relationships can be poisonous. Like eating too much candy. It makes you ill and you wonder why it ever tasted so sweet in the first place. It’s poisonous.
poison is very bad. It can hurt you. There are many types of poisin. Food poison, poison ivy are just a few of these types. poison can make you sick. it can make you itch your skin or possibly throw up. Very bad casses of poison can lead to death. Poison has played a big part in fairytales. The evil witch in snow white treid to poison snow white woth a poison apple. Many other fairy tales have similar cases also.
oozes through my veins slowly up my neck, around by head and burns the back of my brain like ice. i just close my eyes and wish it would go away, now that you’re gone it should be wearing off by now.
Poison is their way of life, because they walk in the lie, they know no food but poison, they know no life but death. As poison is to food, so is death to life
Poison is the word I think of when it comes to apples
like in snow white
but i think the world is filled of many different posions
many different apples
many different people
all trying to poison eachother
trying to get ahead
trying to not recognize the faith they have in humanity
by destroying it
poison is the beauty of evil wrapped with a bow.
Funny that the word today is poison. My mind is feeling poisoned by my office. Tired of being taken for granted, tired of not being respected. Need to get this poison out of my system to focus on what’s important, my family, my beach time. Feeling better already. Breathing, breathing. Focused and coming back into the moment. Thanks OneWord!
Poison. Hah. What is there to say about poison? I could write anything. Most of it will be dark, depressing, what-is-wrong-with-the-world hijinks. Poison kills and that is all I have to say right now.
poison is what the bad guys usually use to kill people in movies… just sayin!!! haha, but really poison is pretty intense stuff… so im told! and it should really only be used on rats :P
the poison seeped through my veins, drawing me closer to death. i don’t know what this poison is, or how it got to be inside me, but it’s here. no doubt. I don’t know whether to fight it or accept it. I don’t know who to say goodbye to. I don’t know who to call to for help. I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know anything about this world. Anything about this life, but somehow I’m going through it. Somehow this poison that everyone has is keeping me alive while also killing me. Who knows when my time will come? Who knows when anyone’s time will come? Not I. This poison…..I think it’s called life.
This is what you are, what I crave, what i can be. I hate you, i want you, I fear you, Why are you? What can i do with you, hide you away? Put you on a shelf, dispose of you. Maybe you have a purpose. Maybe you will kill me. Maybe you will save me. Why am i obsessed with you. i am not like the rest. I am yours, you are mine. i hate you, I love you ! Come to me ! Stay away from me! Lamai, what can I do?
Dripping down my throat, the cough medicine choked me. The irony was not lost on my mother. Are you sure this will help? the doctor was reassuring. He just doesn’t like the taste. But he’ll like the results– a good night sleep and less coughing.
So I got poisoned once, it was my ursaring. He got this guts ability activated so his attack power was increased by like 1.5. it was pretty cool. so I continued to sweep the elite fours team. all thanks to that toxic orb.
poison poison poison
we all have a poison
and none more toxic than the next
wether you know it or not
the person beside you
knows what yours is
and you can run
and you can hide
but they will find
out our poison
so best you figure it out first
Can a person be poison? There are people who seem to poison every person and every activity around them. How do you come up with an antidote? I don’t think you can avoid the poison, not if the person is a prominent person in your life. But how to keep from being poisoned?
Packing is like poison to me. It’s getting me more and more unhappy as I progress. I should be happy. But I just can’t. I’m leaving everything I know. And I’m just scared. I know it’ll be amazing, but I’m scared. I’m going 2000 miles away from everything I know and love. And it’s just a shock.
i was poisoned by a rat once. it was not fun. i choked and coughed up blood. then i died. that’s why i’m extra terrified of rats. they are so extra narsty. yes, yes. this is true.
Bitterness is like poison. Jealousy is like poison. Living life carrying these feelings around, you act as if you hope that the people that you believe have given you reasons to feel such are the ones that get harmed, but no. With bitterness, that poison is all for yourself.
The poison floated through my veins, leaving me feeling giddy, a little dizzy, and fearless all at once. It was a strange sensation, this stuff. I wasn’t sure I disliked it. I could imagine why other people might, though.
poison is a hard word for me, because i always seem to spell it wrong. i can never remember if the i or the o go before or after each other. i usually stay away from it, and just rephrase the sentence so that i don’t have to go through trying to remember to spell it correctly. it also reminds me of romeo and juliet…by the way.
Hatred. Hatred was my poison. It filled me up, reaching every limb, until it consumed me. My thoughts, my actions, they were all an act of this poison that filled me. I couldn’t stop it. Eventually it became all I am. I hated everything. I found no happiness. The only thing I took comfort in, was hatred.
can be terrible, something that ruins your another’s life or being or self. but it can also be a more humane way of taking the life of someone/something that is near death or deserves it. ultimately, et tu brute?
evanescence. lithium. music can really be a poison for the state of mind. nails, trent reznor, marilyn manson, they only enhance dark feelings and perceptions. yet, in the way of music, are perhaps positive in some sort of aspect – its there when one is searching for understanding, a place to belong, a way out, or simply release, or to vent. even if its themes are brooding, of death, suffering, and alienation. but perhaps the giddy, happy, enlightened music is equally as poisoning…. creating a ledge which one will inevitably tumble down. but then there’s always balance there in the middle – the last chord(s) of a beethoven symphony….
Poison she was, a beguiling beautious toadstool on the woodland of humanity. I loved her for a while.
mürk on paha ja mürgiks võib olla alkohol, inimesed, mõtted, teod ja midagi veel. mürk on tervise ja tervislikkuse vastanud. mitmeid mürke saame ära hoida – näiteks mitte oma kehasse valada alkoholi või muid mürke ning lõpuks teeme oma valikud ise!
is dangerous. it reminds me of romeo and juliet. And fish, because of the french word that resembles it or maybe even is the same word, i dont really know. There are various poisons that can be found pretty much everywhere, in the house, in nature, in the air and whatever.
something you drink in order to be killed. Mice eat mouse poison and die as well as any other animal that might ingest it. I think of romeo and juliet and the vile of poison that they drank in order to be in love for eternity in the after life. There are also many poisonous flowers.
I remember that one. Sitting in the back of the glass. Her hair down to just the point where the beloved’s hair should go. I ran cross-country which was good enough to get me on the radar. Later ones would say she looked like a bug. There was pepperoni pizza suggestions that she assured were vegetarian. There were the claims of homosexuality. She would later die in a trap of her own creation.
dripped from her lips. i never should have believed anything she said, all of it was lies. those blood red, seductuive lips, how could i resist?? especially when accompanied by those sexy, smoky eyes.
the poison in your hand makes me feel kinda lusty… in a way wanting to try it but still feeling a little scared of what it really brings. after all… only you know what is in that cup and i’m just under your spell right now hoping for the best and thinking if I can trust
It was poisoned, and Elia knew it. She sat at the table with her father and Rio, and she knew what he had done. She kept her eyes on the wine that sat in front of her lover, silently willing him not to drink it. Ezio’s eyes were on her, narrowed slightly, daring her to say a word. Elia glanced up at her father, her eyes wide, begging him silently to spare his life.
You stared into those thin lips and croaked out your life. It was a simple story with no great climax, but it was riddled with shame and regret, and those eyes of yours faltered further with all the truths you revealed. But I was not captured by the hurt on your face, but the shake in your hands. They trembled with disgust as though you knew you weren’t all that great, and they cradled your head for a sense of comfort. I looked at you, and I saw poison. You were wretched and damned, but with the strength of a God you fought with all the might you had. Then I heard you speak those few little lines that were murder; “death must be beautiful. To be captured by the soft ground with the wind above, and to listen to the silence. With nothing and nothing running. To have no reason, to have no purpose. With no tomorrow, no end, no beginning.”
And at moment that I knew that the poison in front of me was enough. I knew I wanted to save you.
I eat it, and then i’ll be dead, but it make me feel righit, it’s a liquid green, it smell like my favorite food
Is something that makes you sick. It can be a person place or thing. Relationships can be poisonous. Like eating too much candy. It makes you ill and you wonder why it ever tasted so sweet in the first place. It’s poisonous.
Takes lives, infects, and affects people drastically. Leaves. Animals. Venom. Danger. People. Intentions. Contagious.
poison poison
how much can i drink
without starting to shrink
the perfect and pure
without even a cure
Die. Die.
“No way.”
“Holy shit dude. I wasn’t fucking kidding!”
“So, I’m dying? REALLY??”
“I’m afraid so, bor.”
“Then I’m going out with a nut-shot.”
poison is very bad. It can hurt you. There are many types of poisin. Food poison, poison ivy are just a few of these types. poison can make you sick. it can make you itch your skin or possibly throw up. Very bad casses of poison can lead to death. Poison has played a big part in fairytales. The evil witch in snow white treid to poison snow white woth a poison apple. Many other fairy tales have similar cases also.
oozes through my veins slowly up my neck, around by head and burns the back of my brain like ice. i just close my eyes and wish it would go away, now that you’re gone it should be wearing off by now.
Poison is their way of life, because they walk in the lie, they know no food but poison, they know no life but death. As poison is to food, so is death to life
Poison is the word I think of when it comes to apples
like in snow white
but i think the world is filled of many different posions
many different apples
many different people
all trying to poison eachother
trying to get ahead
trying to not recognize the faith they have in humanity
by destroying it
poison is the beauty of evil wrapped with a bow.
Funny that the word today is poison. My mind is feeling poisoned by my office. Tired of being taken for granted, tired of not being respected. Need to get this poison out of my system to focus on what’s important, my family, my beach time. Feeling better already. Breathing, breathing. Focused and coming back into the moment. Thanks OneWord!
Poison. Hah. What is there to say about poison? I could write anything. Most of it will be dark, depressing, what-is-wrong-with-the-world hijinks. Poison kills and that is all I have to say right now.
poison is what the bad guys usually use to kill people in movies… just sayin!!! haha, but really poison is pretty intense stuff… so im told! and it should really only be used on rats :P
the poison seeped through my veins, drawing me closer to death. i don’t know what this poison is, or how it got to be inside me, but it’s here. no doubt. I don’t know whether to fight it or accept it. I don’t know who to say goodbye to. I don’t know who to call to for help. I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know anything about this world. Anything about this life, but somehow I’m going through it. Somehow this poison that everyone has is keeping me alive while also killing me. Who knows when my time will come? Who knows when anyone’s time will come? Not I. This poison…..I think it’s called life.
This is what you are, what I crave, what i can be. I hate you, i want you, I fear you, Why are you? What can i do with you, hide you away? Put you on a shelf, dispose of you. Maybe you have a purpose. Maybe you will kill me. Maybe you will save me. Why am i obsessed with you. i am not like the rest. I am yours, you are mine. i hate you, I love you ! Come to me ! Stay away from me! Lamai, what can I do?
love, peace, follow, go
Dripping down my throat, the cough medicine choked me. The irony was not lost on my mother. Are you sure this will help? the doctor was reassuring. He just doesn’t like the taste. But he’ll like the results– a good night sleep and less coughing.
wait…..wasn’t this yesterday’s word? Oh….I see…the website got poisoned and now we’re forever stuck on this dastardly word. mon dieu……..
So I got poisoned once, it was my ursaring. He got this guts ability activated so his attack power was increased by like 1.5. it was pretty cool. so I continued to sweep the elite fours team. all thanks to that toxic orb.
Poisen is something that can be very dangerous.
When I think of a poison I think or something liquid that you would take by accident and die from it
poison poison poison
we all have a poison
and none more toxic than the next
wether you know it or not
the person beside you
knows what yours is
and you can run
and you can hide
but they will find
out our poison
so best you figure it out first
Can a person be poison? There are people who seem to poison every person and every activity around them. How do you come up with an antidote? I don’t think you can avoid the poison, not if the person is a prominent person in your life. But how to keep from being poisoned?
Packing is like poison to me. It’s getting me more and more unhappy as I progress. I should be happy. But I just can’t. I’m leaving everything I know. And I’m just scared. I know it’ll be amazing, but I’m scared. I’m going 2000 miles away from everything I know and love. And it’s just a shock.
i was poisoned by a rat once. it was not fun. i choked and coughed up blood. then i died. that’s why i’m extra terrified of rats. they are so extra narsty. yes, yes. this is true.
The poison slowly crept throughout his body and he knew he only had minutes–maybe only moments to live. “Khadya,” he croaked, “come…closer.”
The stunning woman inched her head closer, her eyes full of grief but a sad little smile on her face nonetheless. “Do you remember the oasis?”
Bitterness is like poison. Jealousy is like poison. Living life carrying these feelings around, you act as if you hope that the people that you believe have given you reasons to feel such are the ones that get harmed, but no. With bitterness, that poison is all for yourself.
The poison floated through my veins, leaving me feeling giddy, a little dizzy, and fearless all at once. It was a strange sensation, this stuff. I wasn’t sure I disliked it. I could imagine why other people might, though.