My lips, so delicate and fragile. They touched his lips. The poison burned but I loved it. I loved this sin. This death that I put on myself felt so good. I’m his forever wrapped in the poison of love that forever entangle my burning heart.
The darts were poison. They were 8 inches long and basically qualified as arrows. They allowed the weapon masters who wielded them to relish in the fact that even if they died in battle they would kill all they wounded.
The snake came up behind me, sunk it’s teeth into my flesh, and injected his poison into my bloodstream. I could feel the effects slowly taking over me, consuming my body as a whole. I gasped for air, and reached out to anything I could get a hold of.
And the poison set in. As always, everything seemed fine for a while until until it became apparent that two broken people don’t always fix each other, but end up breaking each other more.
And the poison set in. As always, everything seemed fine for a while until we realized that two broken people don’t always fix each other, but end up breaking each other more.
Burning in my chest, like poison filling my veins, running through my body like a snake, that will set its teeth into my heart. It goes so fast and then I’m down, and I didn’t even know until it was too late for my heart.
Poison-tongued. This sort of thing reminds me of Beatrice from “Much Ado About Nothing”. Maybe I’m thinking of sharp-tongued but I can’t help but remember her character. I remember when I watched the movie, Benedick and her were so cheesy after they realized that one or the other loved each other.
snakes slithering around there homes, when someone comes along, they feel scared threatened, they’re innocent, but they are being attacked so they bite. There poison spreads through you. death. drugs, another poison, death. TV, mind poison, death.
poison is what ruins your life. poison are the little things that creep in and ruin what you have worked so hard for. yes poison is plural. it mulitplys. it is ruthless. it is the cracks in hard work .
Her lips touched the glass in the dark room. Her eyelids fluttered pushing the final tears away from them. Oh mercy on the poor soul. If only she knew her love would come once again. But now.. Now it’s too late. The poison rolled into her mouth and down her throat. Poor thing…
The poison in my soul spread like rain descending a downspout.
From top to bottom. From the center outwards.
There’s no blaming anyone for this, but you.
“Just like poison in my veins. I know that I’m speaking, but I’m not sure what I’m saying.” -Jealousy by Darren Criss. It’s completely true and I think everyone can relate to it. It was the first thing that popped into my head when I read the word poison. ..Not to mention, this book we’re reading in my pottery class. Which is really sad. It’s called Change me Into Zeus’ Daughter.
Yesterday evening I was watching this delightful show called “Guinea Pig”. Anyway, this guy tests the strength of his body in many different ways. A couple involving poison. Poison ivy test, UN-poisoned Egyptian cobra, ants, etc.
I thought I was clever, avoiding a shower and just wiping off using a rag and the water faucet. But when I felt the sting on my foot, as the poison entered my blood stream, I knew my mistake. Fire ants swarmed over my foot, and as I scrambled to get them off they put more poison in my very sensitive-allergic-to-fire-ants foot.
I am Poison. Every time I kiss her sweet lips the poison of me rubs off on her. I love her. But she doesn’t love me. I wish my poison wouldn’t rub off on her.
harmful to people and dangeous to all species it is also a source of antidote to itself. if a sanake poisons someone the antidote is actually made of the poison.
i dont know what to write about poison- its a very dangerous word that can be taken into so many different directions of different meanings all leading up to one thing- a shitty time- what i dont understand is how people think they can get away with using poison regardless of the intent or outcome- there arent to many poisons that exist that arent traceable- the best weapon one can use to commit a murder is an ice cycle.
poison so many people are simply poison, i recently got rid of osmeone who poisoned my life…..and you know what i relaised? poison can only be sucked out and you should never posion….as for the actualy poison we have that every day drugs alcohol we poison ourseleves daily but somehow thats normal these days….unless of course it kills you.
The poison was killing the girl. Her mother cried, but her father grinned in satisfaction. His plan had been a success. The only thing that was off was the reaction of his wife. What would he do to her?
When I did finally open my eyes the sight of her became like poison in my heart. The sounds that once inundated every facet of my imagination were suffocated by the fierce truth of reality. Just as soon as I felt the illusion of death take my soul, I was freed by the miracle of life…soaring through the serenity of my own being, seeking new and great adventures.
I like poison, i think is in every word somebody said, sometimes is not as awaful as we think, sometimes we can bare it better, and definetly sometimes it killed us.
There’s poison in the apple. I see it. It’s dripping everywhere and I can see the burn holes it’s making in my table top. Pathetic. And the only reason why I have it in the first place is because I felt bad for that lady.
Reminds me of Poison Ivy from those comic book series. I don’t even know which one it is. I just remember she’s a super-villan. That’s great haha… Also a couple years ago I got poison oak… not fun :/
the poison she took from her own closet was what stunned us all. how could she have kept it, like a timeless treasure, hidden within all her pride possessions the only thing true to her.
your words you say that come from a place of caring and love? yeah they sting my eyes like poison, making tears fall from my eyes. your poison kills me inside and i die just a little bit. i feel like snow white, i was gullible enough to think you were a kind person and took a bite out of your poisonous apple only to ruin me.
what romeo drank for juliet, what runs in the blood of sick people in Haiti and in CT, what sounds like fish in french, what ends and begins wars, poison is a powerful tool from many centuries ago
My lips, so delicate and fragile. They touched his lips. The poison burned but I loved it. I loved this sin. This death that I put on myself felt so good. I’m his forever wrapped in the poison of love that forever entangle my burning heart.
The darts were poison. They were 8 inches long and basically qualified as arrows. They allowed the weapon masters who wielded them to relish in the fact that even if they died in battle they would kill all they wounded.
The snake came up behind me, sunk it’s teeth into my flesh, and injected his poison into my bloodstream. I could feel the effects slowly taking over me, consuming my body as a whole. I gasped for air, and reached out to anything I could get a hold of.
poison appears in many different things. love, friendship, fast food, meat, television, radio, advertising, artwork, make-up. the poison of the mind.
death disease pain betrayal and deception drugs and fear venomous insects and snakes scorpions and blackness ink and bitter
fish person passion care doctor medicine hospital eat drink cruel cure sick liquid song mean secret
And the poison set in. As always, everything seemed fine for a while until until it became apparent that two broken people don’t always fix each other, but end up breaking each other more.
Evil
And the poison set in. As always, everything seemed fine for a while until we realized that two broken people don’t always fix each other, but end up breaking each other more.
Burning in my chest, like poison filling my veins, running through my body like a snake, that will set its teeth into my heart. It goes so fast and then I’m down, and I didn’t even know until it was too late for my heart.
Poison-tongued. This sort of thing reminds me of Beatrice from “Much Ado About Nothing”. Maybe I’m thinking of sharp-tongued but I can’t help but remember her character. I remember when I watched the movie, Benedick and her were so cheesy after they realized that one or the other loved each other.
snakes slithering around there homes, when someone comes along, they feel scared threatened, they’re innocent, but they are being attacked so they bite. There poison spreads through you. death. drugs, another poison, death. TV, mind poison, death.
poison is what ruins your life. poison are the little things that creep in and ruin what you have worked so hard for. yes poison is plural. it mulitplys. it is ruthless. it is the cracks in hard work .
Her lips touched the glass in the dark room. Her eyelids fluttered pushing the final tears away from them. Oh mercy on the poor soul. If only she knew her love would come once again. But now.. Now it’s too late. The poison rolled into her mouth and down her throat. Poor thing…
Poison is anything, tangible or intangible, that kills whatever it touches. It is purely evil, because its sole purpose is destruction.
In your veins, it slithers and slides. Faster as the blood pumps. Bump-bump. Bump-bump. What once was life is now owned by death.
The poison in my soul spread like rain descending a downspout.
From top to bottom. From the center outwards.
There’s no blaming anyone for this, but you.
“Just like poison in my veins. I know that I’m speaking, but I’m not sure what I’m saying.” -Jealousy by Darren Criss. It’s completely true and I think everyone can relate to it. It was the first thing that popped into my head when I read the word poison. ..Not to mention, this book we’re reading in my pottery class. Which is really sad. It’s called Change me Into Zeus’ Daughter.
Yesterday evening I was watching this delightful show called “Guinea Pig”. Anyway, this guy tests the strength of his body in many different ways. A couple involving poison. Poison ivy test, UN-poisoned Egyptian cobra, ants, etc.
I thought I was clever, avoiding a shower and just wiping off using a rag and the water faucet. But when I felt the sting on my foot, as the poison entered my blood stream, I knew my mistake. Fire ants swarmed over my foot, and as I scrambled to get them off they put more poison in my very sensitive-allergic-to-fire-ants foot.
I am Poison. Every time I kiss her sweet lips the poison of me rubs off on her. I love her. But she doesn’t love me. I wish my poison wouldn’t rub off on her.
harmful to people and dangeous to all species it is also a source of antidote to itself. if a sanake poisons someone the antidote is actually made of the poison.
i dont know what to write about poison- its a very dangerous word that can be taken into so many different directions of different meanings all leading up to one thing- a shitty time- what i dont understand is how people think they can get away with using poison regardless of the intent or outcome- there arent to many poisons that exist that arent traceable- the best weapon one can use to commit a murder is an ice cycle.
poison so many people are simply poison, i recently got rid of osmeone who poisoned my life…..and you know what i relaised? poison can only be sucked out and you should never posion….as for the actualy poison we have that every day drugs alcohol we poison ourseleves daily but somehow thats normal these days….unless of course it kills you.
The poison was killing the girl. Her mother cried, but her father grinned in satisfaction. His plan had been a success. The only thing that was off was the reaction of his wife. What would he do to her?
When I kissed her lips the poison evaporated on her sweet tender boy. I love the way I can change a person. I am poison.
When I did finally open my eyes the sight of her became like poison in my heart. The sounds that once inundated every facet of my imagination were suffocated by the fierce truth of reality. Just as soon as I felt the illusion of death take my soul, I was freed by the miracle of life…soaring through the serenity of my own being, seeking new and great adventures.
Lucrezia Borgia, in her way
Was really quite adept
Her suitors took the bitter cup
And permanently slept
I like poison, i think is in every word somebody said, sometimes is not as awaful as we think, sometimes we can bare it better, and definetly sometimes it killed us.
There’s poison in the apple. I see it. It’s dripping everywhere and I can see the burn holes it’s making in my table top. Pathetic. And the only reason why I have it in the first place is because I felt bad for that lady.
poison is the piston of the deficient engine that cant sell its own weight without a curse
Reminds me of Poison Ivy from those comic book series. I don’t even know which one it is. I just remember she’s a super-villan. That’s great haha… Also a couple years ago I got poison oak… not fun :/
I watched a show about a woman who poisoned all of her family with arsenic in the early 1900’s. Such a horrible way to go.
the poison she took from her own closet was what stunned us all. how could she have kept it, like a timeless treasure, hidden within all her pride possessions the only thing true to her.
Pas de vrigèr… locan
D’hier, ne blâmeysé
Sbire râte l’humeux
Poison is scary.
But even more, the kind of poison that kills the soul.
your words you say that come from a place of caring and love? yeah they sting my eyes like poison, making tears fall from my eyes. your poison kills me inside and i die just a little bit. i feel like snow white, i was gullible enough to think you were a kind person and took a bite out of your poisonous apple only to ruin me.
what romeo drank for juliet, what runs in the blood of sick people in Haiti and in CT, what sounds like fish in french, what ends and begins wars, poison is a powerful tool from many centuries ago
bad
evil
dangerous
ivy
blah blah
i don’t know anymore
your lips are poison,
or should i say, your words.
“i love you” is arsenic.
drown me in your lies, in your
windex. in your sin.
poisonous poisonous.
i am a fool.