Every thought is poison. You’re not good enough. You will fail at this. Everyone thinks you’re weak now. Poison that eats at my muscles and weakens me further whether they are true or not.
There was poison in his food, he was sure of it. Always, he had this feeling with him: this paranoia. No one was safe from his suspicions, not even himself. He co
Poison. I never really thought about poison. I guess when you live a life like ours, you don’t think about that kind of stuff. You just think about getting to work on time, or school, or practice. Or how the bus driver was so rude or something like that. And that’s the extent of it, of our problems in this day and age. Never deadly, never poison–not even close.
You transformed into poison to me… you we’re good and now you’re incredibly bad for my health, mind and heart. Still, I love you. The question is, do you still love me the way you used to? and that I loved so much?
It’s devastating at times, it’s negative. People use this to hurt people they don’t like. Love can be described as this at times, because some people feel like their hearts are being poisoned if things don’t work out the way one initially planned. Poison can be anything, it can be something one is allergic to. A certain object may be poison to one person but not to the other. :)
The sweet, sickly smell rose up from the glass, invisible. It seemed not even to be there, which, you would think, would make it harmless. But as she watched the last few drops fall out of the vial she knew that when his lips touched it, he could never, ever come back.
Poison could be a death trap or a dream. People find problems and escape theory problems with it. Sometimes is undectectable and sometimes is written all over your face.
I already got this word so it’s actually kind of annoying but alright. Poison makes me think of fish, I know I already said this but it is true. Whatever, Poison also reminds me of one episode of Glee where they sang that song, I did not enjoy it but oh well. Poison, poison, I’m saying it out loud as it it were the oi sound in french, PUASON!
Most of the advice I take from people comes into my system with such toxicity that I must then go back and purge myself of it and re-attack the dilemma and my artistic hunger with the same fervor. However, more times than not, it is draining and the path backwards and forwards is blinding and kept from me. There are two men that I am afraid of being and because of that fear I am stuck in between them. The advice I am given artistically must be drawn out of my system and supplemented with the lessons I am able to take away from that failure. It is tiring. It is consuming. And beyond all it is confusing. What a word. How toxic this is and feels. I’m done with giving in to this word’s power.
I think poison is a very funny word because if said wrong in french it can mean fish, and fish technically now have mercury so it is not good to eat them because you are poisoning your body, therefore poison said wrong in french meaning fish is also poison in english because when you eat it it’s poison for your body and that’s why you should never eat fish! They also have feelings.
Poision is one of the worst things in the world. When I think of posison I think of people, because people are poison. Friends mostly, a girl I know in my case. It’s someone you can’t escape no matter how much they hurt and kill you, you go back because they leak into you and eventually you can’t live without that inside of you. Until you escape. Once poison is in you, can you ever really rid it though? You take it with you everywhere you go once it’s infected you.
Your love is my poison, it’s all I need to move on, the survive. But then again it’s deadly. I am not immune to a broken heart and your love can result in that. So if you choose to stop loving me one dreadful day, I might as well die.
I had a few beers. She had a few beers with me. I had no idea at the time what her situation was. It all seemed harmless, routine. When she didn’t return from the bathroom, I thought it was funny at first. It wasn’t until I opened the door that I discovered it was no joke.
He was ill. But it wasn’t in the usual sense. His mind was poisoned with insecurities. What had started as small doses, slowly, over years, turned into a fatal ingestion of lies. And soon, he had forgotten how to tell the truth. Compulsive poison. Lies.
Poison can come in many different forms. It can be a feeling that poisons your mind or a substance that poisons your body. Anything can be poison to you, love, a food your allergic to, being alone, anything.
Causes death and willnkill lots of people, there are many different kinds of poisons. Also, in lady gagas music video she killed someone by poison. Poison scares me because you can’t smell or taste it sometimes.
band songs dying zombies ivy oak sumac itchy plants nuts what the fuck poison every rose has it’s torn bret michales sucks dick rock of love i think is whatit’s called? yes? yeah thatsounds rght. damn that guy doens’t age well who would do tht to themselves? his dick…..old
gross not coool
seriously
typoes
No accounting for the greater distaste I had acquired. Coming down from the mountain, picking up relevant flowers, grinding stone and bones. All in a day’s work. Now we would see whose taste could be tempted.
poison gas? that can kill you. yikes, that would be a terrible way to die. dying..im afraid of dying. that wouldnt be fun.
what happens after you die? you cant just lay in the ground lifeless? but is there a heaven? iis there a hell? hell would be hott..i wouldnt wanna go there. heaven might have seasons i like seasons, except winter.
Poison is dangerous. It can be scary. I always think of a skull and crossbones on a translucent jug. Poison can also be something not physical, but a person or a feeling. Some may think love is poison. “Pick your poison.” Alcohol could even be a poison. It’s whatever you feel.
SNAKE
IT CAN BITE YOU
ADAM AND EVE
PURSES
MY NEPHEW LOVES SNAKES
MY BOYFRIEND HATES SNAKES AND SO DOES MY AUNT
I DONT LIKE SNAKES BECAUSE THEY REMIND ME OF THE DEVIL AND IT REMINDS ME OF DEATH.
I LIKE THE SLURRING SOUND THEY MAKE THOUGH AND I FIND THE SKIN AMUSING!
The strange lady to her right laughed as she put the bottle to her lips. It wasn’t until a second later that she figured out why. Sure, the lady had seemed alright when she let her in, and she was awfully thirsty. Too bad the water in the bottle was actually poison.
death in a defeatist allegory a puzzling conviction of misanthropic liquid poised to destroy and fill the void which recreates and decides the destitution of mankind.
The vapours in the air smelled sweet. Intoxicatingly so. And as I meandered along, inhaling the beauty of the scent, I suddenly recognised its almond-ish undertone.
deadly. Poison doesn’t have to be a substance. It can be a human being impacting your life in one of the most negative ways possible. The best way to get rid of poison is to take it out. Get the right medicine and you’ll be okay. Don’t let it choke your bloodstream and kill you. Then you’d never know you’re full potential. Don’t allow poison into your life.
death and snow white and the seven dwarves a liquid poison apples tragedy shakespeare and sadness evil and dying slowly I never hope someone poisons me.
Poison.
There are alot of things that are poisonous. Secrets, truth tellings. Lies. The world is webbed with poison. It seeps through your very veins, your very mind. It’s all psychological, isn’t it? heh. I dont know. ee. the time is about to run out!!!! Oh geezzzz.
I was poisoned. The way he looked at me, gave me butterflies. My heart fealt as if it would pound out of my chest. But he says it’s ok, that it is love. I always heard love was poisoned. That it was the game that brings pleasure.
He didn’t love her anymore and his thoughts told him this was the only way. Painless, no scent and a quick death. The best death for his truly beloved. Love is a messed up thing isn’t it?
“Your words are poison.” Those words were far more powerful than what I felt inside. In spite of everything, the snake was partially right; I had never felt so powerless, so alone. I finally let myself break down, tears escaping my eyes.
is bad for your health can cause death if ingetsted call poision control
if someone is annoying this may be an effective way to remove the annoyingness
ive never had any personally but its a choice and i stick with it
you cant spell poision without a backwards no
I knew I had to drink it. I didn’t want to; it smelled awful. But it was the only way to save him.
I put the cup to my lips and took a sip. I shuddered at the taste. Nothing I had ever tasted had been that bad. Seconds later, I crumpled to the floor. Dead.
The sun was like poison. A hot, liquid poison burning my skin. Shielding my eyes with my hand, I turned, looking for any sign of shade. Anything to get out of the heat.
Every thought is poison. You’re not good enough. You will fail at this. Everyone thinks you’re weak now. Poison that eats at my muscles and weakens me further whether they are true or not.
There was poison in his food, he was sure of it. Always, he had this feeling with him: this paranoia. No one was safe from his suspicions, not even himself. He co
Poison. I never really thought about poison. I guess when you live a life like ours, you don’t think about that kind of stuff. You just think about getting to work on time, or school, or practice. Or how the bus driver was so rude or something like that. And that’s the extent of it, of our problems in this day and age. Never deadly, never poison–not even close.
You transformed into poison to me… you we’re good and now you’re incredibly bad for my health, mind and heart. Still, I love you. The question is, do you still love me the way you used to? and that I loved so much?
What is poisonous to me? i’m not sure, but i feel kind of poisoned here in the place i was born and grew up. i wonder if anyone feels that way too.
It’s devastating at times, it’s negative. People use this to hurt people they don’t like. Love can be described as this at times, because some people feel like their hearts are being poisoned if things don’t work out the way one initially planned. Poison can be anything, it can be something one is allergic to. A certain object may be poison to one person but not to the other. :)
The sweet, sickly smell rose up from the glass, invisible. It seemed not even to be there, which, you would think, would make it harmless. But as she watched the last few drops fall out of the vial she knew that when his lips touched it, he could never, ever come back.
What is this? It’s the antidote for the poison you just drank. Oh.. *drinks*
Wait. What’s this? It’s the antidote for the poison you just drank. Oh…
Thank you Brian Limmond.
Poison could be a death trap or a dream. People find problems and escape theory problems with it. Sometimes is undectectable and sometimes is written all over your face.
I already got this word so it’s actually kind of annoying but alright. Poison makes me think of fish, I know I already said this but it is true. Whatever, Poison also reminds me of one episode of Glee where they sang that song, I did not enjoy it but oh well. Poison, poison, I’m saying it out loud as it it were the oi sound in french, PUASON!
Most of the advice I take from people comes into my system with such toxicity that I must then go back and purge myself of it and re-attack the dilemma and my artistic hunger with the same fervor. However, more times than not, it is draining and the path backwards and forwards is blinding and kept from me. There are two men that I am afraid of being and because of that fear I am stuck in between them. The advice I am given artistically must be drawn out of my system and supplemented with the lessons I am able to take away from that failure. It is tiring. It is consuming. And beyond all it is confusing. What a word. How toxic this is and feels. I’m done with giving in to this word’s power.
I think poison is a very funny word because if said wrong in french it can mean fish, and fish technically now have mercury so it is not good to eat them because you are poisoning your body, therefore poison said wrong in french meaning fish is also poison in english because when you eat it it’s poison for your body and that’s why you should never eat fish! They also have feelings.
Poision is one of the worst things in the world. When I think of posison I think of people, because people are poison. Friends mostly, a girl I know in my case. It’s someone you can’t escape no matter how much they hurt and kill you, you go back because they leak into you and eventually you can’t live without that inside of you. Until you escape. Once poison is in you, can you ever really rid it though? You take it with you everywhere you go once it’s infected you.
poison control, poisonous, poison ivy, posion oak, love, kill, death, hell, flower, spiders.
Your love is my poison, it’s all I need to move on, the survive. But then again it’s deadly. I am not immune to a broken heart and your love can result in that. So if you choose to stop loving me one dreadful day, I might as well die.
I had a few beers. She had a few beers with me. I had no idea at the time what her situation was. It all seemed harmless, routine. When she didn’t return from the bathroom, I thought it was funny at first. It wasn’t until I opened the door that I discovered it was no joke.
He was ill. But it wasn’t in the usual sense. His mind was poisoned with insecurities. What had started as small doses, slowly, over years, turned into a fatal ingestion of lies. And soon, he had forgotten how to tell the truth. Compulsive poison. Lies.
the poisonous damaging withering spell bound me to a prison i only knew of in dreams deeply forgotten and tightly tucked in.
Poison can come in many different forms. It can be a feeling that poisons your mind or a substance that poisons your body. Anything can be poison to you, love, a food your allergic to, being alone, anything.
Causes death and willnkill lots of people, there are many different kinds of poisons. Also, in lady gagas music video she killed someone by poison. Poison scares me because you can’t smell or taste it sometimes.
band songs dying zombies ivy oak sumac itchy plants nuts what the fuck poison every rose has it’s torn bret michales sucks dick rock of love i think is whatit’s called? yes? yeah thatsounds rght. damn that guy doens’t age well who would do tht to themselves? his dick…..old
gross not coool
seriously
typoes
She succombed to the creeping sensation of the poison as it made its way through her system. What had become of her?
No accounting for the greater distaste I had acquired. Coming down from the mountain, picking up relevant flowers, grinding stone and bones. All in a day’s work. Now we would see whose taste could be tempted.
poison gas? that can kill you. yikes, that would be a terrible way to die. dying..im afraid of dying. that wouldnt be fun.
what happens after you die? you cant just lay in the ground lifeless? but is there a heaven? iis there a hell? hell would be hott..i wouldnt wanna go there. heaven might have seasons i like seasons, except winter.
Poison is dangerous. It can be scary. I always think of a skull and crossbones on a translucent jug. Poison can also be something not physical, but a person or a feeling. Some may think love is poison. “Pick your poison.” Alcohol could even be a poison. It’s whatever you feel.
SNAKE
IT CAN BITE YOU
ADAM AND EVE
PURSES
MY NEPHEW LOVES SNAKES
MY BOYFRIEND HATES SNAKES AND SO DOES MY AUNT
I DONT LIKE SNAKES BECAUSE THEY REMIND ME OF THE DEVIL AND IT REMINDS ME OF DEATH.
I LIKE THE SLURRING SOUND THEY MAKE THOUGH AND I FIND THE SKIN AMUSING!
The strange lady to her right laughed as she put the bottle to her lips. It wasn’t until a second later that she figured out why. Sure, the lady had seemed alright when she let her in, and she was awfully thirsty. Too bad the water in the bottle was actually poison.
death in a defeatist allegory a puzzling conviction of misanthropic liquid poised to destroy and fill the void which recreates and decides the destitution of mankind.
The vapours in the air smelled sweet. Intoxicatingly so. And as I meandered along, inhaling the beauty of the scent, I suddenly recognised its almond-ish undertone.
deadly. Poison doesn’t have to be a substance. It can be a human being impacting your life in one of the most negative ways possible. The best way to get rid of poison is to take it out. Get the right medicine and you’ll be okay. Don’t let it choke your bloodstream and kill you. Then you’d never know you’re full potential. Don’t allow poison into your life.
death and snow white and the seven dwarves a liquid poison apples tragedy shakespeare and sadness evil and dying slowly I never hope someone poisons me.
Poison.
There are alot of things that are poisonous. Secrets, truth tellings. Lies. The world is webbed with poison. It seeps through your very veins, your very mind. It’s all psychological, isn’t it? heh. I dont know. ee. the time is about to run out!!!! Oh geezzzz.
I was poisoned. The way he looked at me, gave me butterflies. My heart fealt as if it would pound out of my chest. But he says it’s ok, that it is love. I always heard love was poisoned. That it was the game that brings pleasure.
He didn’t love her anymore and his thoughts told him this was the only way. Painless, no scent and a quick death. The best death for his truly beloved. Love is a messed up thing isn’t it?
“Your words are poison.” Those words were far more powerful than what I felt inside. In spite of everything, the snake was partially right; I had never felt so powerless, so alone. I finally let myself break down, tears escaping my eyes.
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is bad for your health can cause death if ingetsted call poision control
if someone is annoying this may be an effective way to remove the annoyingness
ive never had any personally but its a choice and i stick with it
you cant spell poision without a backwards no
She sat down and thought to herself—should I? She had no choice. She drank it. The poison burned her throat.
I knew I had to drink it. I didn’t want to; it smelled awful. But it was the only way to save him.
I put the cup to my lips and took a sip. I shuddered at the taste. Nothing I had ever tasted had been that bad. Seconds later, I crumpled to the floor. Dead.
The sun was like poison. A hot, liquid poison burning my skin. Shielding my eyes with my hand, I turned, looking for any sign of shade. Anything to get out of the heat.