The first thing that popped into my head is Alice Cooper. That’s worrying isn’t it?! Bloody song will be in my head all day now…. sing it with me now. “your lips are venomous poison……”
hatred, white boned skeletons… old cracked paintings talking of old vengeance. Museums full of stories of the long hatred passed down through time. Starting from the pharaohs to paintings of Greek myths and all the way to gas masks from WWII… poison.
Sweet suicide… What poisons can bring you? How innocence is lost through oblivion.
Jorge Morais
eat slippers bright watery wet
Nez
Poison, the subject of many songs usually relating to a woman’s unnatural hold over a man, is available in many different forms. Over the counter poisons such as Draino, can be easily slipped into an unsuspecting victims drink to cause death. Other types of poison are more sophisticated and cause complete shutdown of the body’s funtions in often very violent ways. All in all, poison is a substance to be avoided rather figuratively or literally.
P.J. Pope
A venemous substance that induces death or sickness most commonly associated with snakes. Due to it’s detrimental affect on health it is also used to talk of the health of the soul and words can thus be poisonous. This neatly leads back to the snake and the Garden of Eden
Tom
August.
Hot.
Summer days without meaning.
Fear
Insecurities
Nightmares filled with nameless, faceless people.
I deserved it…
The physical and emotional pain.
The horrible questions and horrible answers in my mind.
I could stop it…
But I didn’t.
The thoughts flooded my mind,
Seeped through my viens.
Cold and deadly, like poison.
I hated it and cherished it.
How could I let this go
if it was all I’d ever known?
And so I spend these days thinking
wondering
scheming.
I want to live,
but this poison,
these thoughts I have,
these plans…
they want me to die.
People say
Fight it! You can do it!
But I can’t fight the truth.
Not anymore…
Melanie
Complaining and whining…your negative attitude is poison to my soul. I can’t keep you in my life while you try to bring me down to your dark pit. Climb out with me or let me go.
Poison hurts. Not as bad as when you do it to yourself, then it’s expected. It’s the poison that others do to you or give to you that hurts. Bad. Especially when it was someone you trusted, or even cared about. I still haven’t decided if I still care abut you yet…
He crept quietly into the room, his eyes green with hatred and envy. As he held the porcelain cup in his hands, it felt cold. Cold as his heart, cold as the bottle of arsenic he held in his other hand. “Oh what I would give for a bit of warmth!”
Justin
POISON IS THIS SOCIETY. TRENDS, CLICKS, FACTORIES, PUMPING OUT THEIR OWN BRAND OF POLLUTION. POISON IN OUR WATER, POISON IN OUR MEAT, POISON IN OUR SCHOOL SYSTEMS AND GOVERNMENT AND LIFESTYLE
MICHELE
i was ready for the poisonous atmosphere, I put up a shield and there was nothing they could do (in public ) except ignore us, all that ugliness I saw around me, the inane humour and entertainments, the pursued and bitter faces the defiantly folded arms, the permanently flared nostrils (and alcoholic flushes) I saw it all, an enchantment has dropped away, things that charmed me now appear grotesque, I had to go and see it clearly and be ready to dust my hands of those wasted years, it’s sad too
The poison fills my brain. It slowly spreads through the millions of connectors in my head killing everything in it’s path. I can’t stop it I don’t know what to do anymore. I can’t go on any further I must stop it before it’s too late. But I just don’t think I can. It’s like the antidote has eluded me throughout the twists and turns of life. I try to reach it but it’s hidden through out the numerous thoughts that pollute my mind. I don’t knOw what to do. I’m failing now my time has run out.
Monica
Poison to the body is disgusting food.
Poison to the mind is the media.
Poison to the soul is hatred.
KS
Snakes. People are called snakes if they’re backstabbers, i guess. It’s so stupid. one of those things that makes me want to get out of high school ASAP.
poison… medicine. need to be a doctor within a few years. looking forward to it, but not really
pharmacy… whats gonna happen with abbu? i hope salman’s successful.
KS
The drink was spiked with hemlock, although he knew it. Laughter rang around him, as he spoke another string of words – words that were to be his last – if only they knew it. But they didn’t. And neither did they think about it too much, for he was the odd one in the assortment. The one out of place.
He took a huge sip.
It was his poison, anyway. He chose it.
isabellesc
The minds of many in today’s society are poisoned by the social mechanisms that have become ingrained in our daily lives. We are only tools to be used by the democratic alliance that is merely another way of saying dictator, but with hidden motives.
The poisonous venom of the snake shot out at Billy. He shrieked, and immediately felt a sharp pain in his eye. He was doomed. He was going to die.
Abby
Once upon a time there was a young lad who lived happily on his own in a small town called “Camperville”. He lived there with his cat Betty who was known for making a ruckas around the neighborhood.
As he was spending one late afternoon searching for this miscreant throughout the town, he stumbled upon a vial of some sort that contained a greenish liquid.
SilverJay
it’ll seep into your skin without you knowing and you won’t hear it’s subtle whispers until it’s already taken over completely. You’ll try to squeeze out of it’s clutches but you’ll be too weak by then and all you’ll know is what they want you to.
it can kill. but also save a lot of lives. depends on the use. poison reminds me of snakes. i m scared of snakes. Poison also reminds me of poisoning rats at ..
soum
SO many are looking into such unhealthy poison in books they read it doesn’t help create imaginary friends nor does it help your karma. how unfortunate.
Izabella
Poision is dangerous. It is in every type f movie from animation to evil horrow stories that I dont like cause they are scary. Poision has no place in the world it only causes unneeded stress and kills people like romeo and juliet and its not ok
Haley
Poison can be literal or metaphorical. Arsenic is a literal poison – if you drink it, you will die. Greed is a metaphorical poison – it is killing the morality of society. Plants like ivy are poisonous. Personally, I think there is something beautiful about a poisonous plant – we have to respect them. Poisoning is a good way to kill someone because its hard to trace you. I have never been posioned.
Cora Harrison
poison, it stabs my heart, Like a pool of clear water, with black dye seeping through, killing all purities. and yet I crave your heart, its beautiful poison.
Kat
It isn’t what you’d expect; there are no warning labels with a skull and cross-bones, nor blatant, red wording exclaiming “POISON”!!! Poison is most prevalent in the words that slide from people’s cruel mouths and sideways looks that slither from their eyes…
Kendra
Poison pen letters, poison rings, poison darts, these are some of the ideas swimming in my head for my book. How should the murder be done? What kinds of poisons are there? Why is it not coming to me?
it drips. coming from a crack somewhere in the ceiling. the drops slide down the wall, falling on the rug, leaving a small brown puddle. the rat scampers out of its hole and over to the puddle. it drinks. it scampers back into its hole. and then no more.
I just can’t think of anything else. I have the same dream every night. And these days that I never even thought about, were supposed to be something else, yet I only think the same things over and over. God. Dear God.
Das Leben ist reines Gift
Du lachst-
mit jedem Moment gehts dir besser
dein Leben ist so schön.
Es gibt nur einen Grund.
Denn es reißt dich umso tiefer
Glück ist das Gift,
das uns in den Abgrund reißt,
wenn alles zerbricht
Anuri
bad
hurt
dangerous
substance
chemical
toxin
venom
brenda
death, murder, assassin, war, fights, argument,
Jackie
those poisonous smirks and that raised eyebrow killed me so wonderfully, I hated the coffee that you made and I loved the laughter of the rain, so amazingly still in movement that day was…
Ani
ah! This poison that snares my mind and enslaves me can provide me with a moment of clarity. When it intoxicates me and envenoms me whole, only then do I know exactly who I am and what I long for.
“don’t you see…no one made them drink the poison. “
The first thing that popped into my head is Alice Cooper. That’s worrying isn’t it?! Bloody song will be in my head all day now…. sing it with me now. “your lips are venomous poison……”
hatred, white boned skeletons… old cracked paintings talking of old vengeance. Museums full of stories of the long hatred passed down through time. Starting from the pharaohs to paintings of Greek myths and all the way to gas masks from WWII… poison.
Sweet suicide… What poisons can bring you? How innocence is lost through oblivion.
eat slippers bright watery wet
Poison, the subject of many songs usually relating to a woman’s unnatural hold over a man, is available in many different forms. Over the counter poisons such as Draino, can be easily slipped into an unsuspecting victims drink to cause death. Other types of poison are more sophisticated and cause complete shutdown of the body’s funtions in often very violent ways. All in all, poison is a substance to be avoided rather figuratively or literally.
A venemous substance that induces death or sickness most commonly associated with snakes. Due to it’s detrimental affect on health it is also used to talk of the health of the soul and words can thus be poisonous. This neatly leads back to the snake and the Garden of Eden
August.
Hot.
Summer days without meaning.
Fear
Insecurities
Nightmares filled with nameless, faceless people.
I deserved it…
The physical and emotional pain.
The horrible questions and horrible answers in my mind.
I could stop it…
But I didn’t.
The thoughts flooded my mind,
Seeped through my viens.
Cold and deadly, like poison.
I hated it and cherished it.
How could I let this go
if it was all I’d ever known?
And so I spend these days thinking
wondering
scheming.
I want to live,
but this poison,
these thoughts I have,
these plans…
they want me to die.
People say
Fight it! You can do it!
But I can’t fight the truth.
Not anymore…
Complaining and whining…your negative attitude is poison to my soul. I can’t keep you in my life while you try to bring me down to your dark pit. Climb out with me or let me go.
Poison hurts. Not as bad as when you do it to yourself, then it’s expected. It’s the poison that others do to you or give to you that hurts. Bad. Especially when it was someone you trusted, or even cared about. I still haven’t decided if I still care abut you yet…
I found my poison. It was there- on the street, waiting for someone like me. Hell, i’ve found it and used it, but god I hate it.
He crept quietly into the room, his eyes green with hatred and envy. As he held the porcelain cup in his hands, it felt cold. Cold as his heart, cold as the bottle of arsenic he held in his other hand. “Oh what I would give for a bit of warmth!”
POISON IS THIS SOCIETY. TRENDS, CLICKS, FACTORIES, PUMPING OUT THEIR OWN BRAND OF POLLUTION. POISON IN OUR WATER, POISON IN OUR MEAT, POISON IN OUR SCHOOL SYSTEMS AND GOVERNMENT AND LIFESTYLE
i was ready for the poisonous atmosphere, I put up a shield and there was nothing they could do (in public ) except ignore us, all that ugliness I saw around me, the inane humour and entertainments, the pursued and bitter faces the defiantly folded arms, the permanently flared nostrils (and alcoholic flushes) I saw it all, an enchantment has dropped away, things that charmed me now appear grotesque, I had to go and see it clearly and be ready to dust my hands of those wasted years, it’s sad too
snake
ink
bad
evil
macbeth
purple
black
deadly
scorpian
ill
soup
drink
song
he took the poisoned drink in both hands and drank deeply.
I can handle it all by myself. I am my own God.
“We all wear the twin masks of emotion.
Happy or sad, haunted or hunted,
You choose the mask, you choose the risk.
You choose your own poison.”
[last words of Plethe the Pirate. CY 3902.]
The poison fills my brain. It slowly spreads through the millions of connectors in my head killing everything in it’s path. I can’t stop it I don’t know what to do anymore. I can’t go on any further I must stop it before it’s too late. But I just don’t think I can. It’s like the antidote has eluded me throughout the twists and turns of life. I try to reach it but it’s hidden through out the numerous thoughts that pollute my mind. I don’t knOw what to do. I’m failing now my time has run out.
Poison to the body is disgusting food.
Poison to the mind is the media.
Poison to the soul is hatred.
Snakes. People are called snakes if they’re backstabbers, i guess. It’s so stupid. one of those things that makes me want to get out of high school ASAP.
poison… medicine. need to be a doctor within a few years. looking forward to it, but not really
pharmacy… whats gonna happen with abbu? i hope salman’s successful.
The drink was spiked with hemlock, although he knew it. Laughter rang around him, as he spoke another string of words – words that were to be his last – if only they knew it. But they didn’t. And neither did they think about it too much, for he was the odd one in the assortment. The one out of place.
He took a huge sip.
It was his poison, anyway. He chose it.
The minds of many in today’s society are poisoned by the social mechanisms that have become ingrained in our daily lives. We are only tools to be used by the democratic alliance that is merely another way of saying dictator, but with hidden motives.
The poisonous venom of the snake shot out at Billy. He shrieked, and immediately felt a sharp pain in his eye. He was doomed. He was going to die.
Once upon a time there was a young lad who lived happily on his own in a small town called “Camperville”. He lived there with his cat Betty who was known for making a ruckas around the neighborhood.
As he was spending one late afternoon searching for this miscreant throughout the town, he stumbled upon a vial of some sort that contained a greenish liquid.
it’ll seep into your skin without you knowing and you won’t hear it’s subtle whispers until it’s already taken over completely. You’ll try to squeeze out of it’s clutches but you’ll be too weak by then and all you’ll know is what they want you to.
it can kill. but also save a lot of lives. depends on the use. poison reminds me of snakes. i m scared of snakes. Poison also reminds me of poisoning rats at ..
SO many are looking into such unhealthy poison in books they read it doesn’t help create imaginary friends nor does it help your karma. how unfortunate.
Poision is dangerous. It is in every type f movie from animation to evil horrow stories that I dont like cause they are scary. Poision has no place in the world it only causes unneeded stress and kills people like romeo and juliet and its not ok
Poison can be literal or metaphorical. Arsenic is a literal poison – if you drink it, you will die. Greed is a metaphorical poison – it is killing the morality of society. Plants like ivy are poisonous. Personally, I think there is something beautiful about a poisonous plant – we have to respect them. Poisoning is a good way to kill someone because its hard to trace you. I have never been posioned.
poison, it stabs my heart, Like a pool of clear water, with black dye seeping through, killing all purities. and yet I crave your heart, its beautiful poison.
It isn’t what you’d expect; there are no warning labels with a skull and cross-bones, nor blatant, red wording exclaiming “POISON”!!! Poison is most prevalent in the words that slide from people’s cruel mouths and sideways looks that slither from their eyes…
Poison pen letters, poison rings, poison darts, these are some of the ideas swimming in my head for my book. How should the murder be done? What kinds of poisons are there? Why is it not coming to me?
it drips. coming from a crack somewhere in the ceiling. the drops slide down the wall, falling on the rug, leaving a small brown puddle. the rat scampers out of its hole and over to the puddle. it drinks. it scampers back into its hole. and then no more.
I just can’t think of anything else. I have the same dream every night. And these days that I never even thought about, were supposed to be something else, yet I only think the same things over and over. God. Dear God.
Das Leben ist reines Gift
Du lachst-
mit jedem Moment gehts dir besser
dein Leben ist so schön.
Es gibt nur einen Grund.
Denn es reißt dich umso tiefer
Glück ist das Gift,
das uns in den Abgrund reißt,
wenn alles zerbricht
bad
hurt
dangerous
substance
chemical
toxin
venom
death, murder, assassin, war, fights, argument,
those poisonous smirks and that raised eyebrow killed me so wonderfully, I hated the coffee that you made and I loved the laughter of the rain, so amazingly still in movement that day was…
ah! This poison that snares my mind and enslaves me can provide me with a moment of clarity. When it intoxicates me and envenoms me whole, only then do I know exactly who I am and what I long for.