Poison is a bad thing. It comes in many forms.. food poison rat poison medicane poison;. ways to avoid poison is not pissing people off. they could poison you and kill you. that would suck!
Angel
Susie always felt like he had poisoned her heart, he had ruined her. Everything she ever was was flipped upside down by this unexplainable relationship. She was no longer that happy, smiling girl. She was no longer content sitting at home on Sunday nights painting, she felt like a loner if she wasn’t invited to the biggest parties. Even then; though, she felt so alone in a crowd of people.
Emily Gerkin
alcohol on a saturday night being 16 and jumping the fences. the serpent rolls its tongue and sips blood from your neck only to leave your carcus dead. slithering away and leading you to the tunnel of light, getting closer with each bite.
cory
I feel like my I’m living is like drinking poison that is slowly, but surely killing me. This whole lifestyle is poison for everyone. I live in an area where the air I breathe is poison. There’s not much going on except consuming poison in some form or fashion.
Brandon
The poison dripped from the gleaming blade, falling from his hand as it clattered onto the floor. He, falling to his knees as he placed his hands over his eyes, crying loudly as he held her lifeless body against his chest. Her eyes rolled back into her head, skin beginning to turn cold as ice. Her hair flowing softly in the breeze. He began to weep openly, pressing his forehead to her own as clenched his hands tight, forever holding her close as the morning sun rose. Turning them both into ash
Drago Galewind
The trickling poison courses down the throat, the throat that had remained sand dry. A dooming relief.
Jenisha
it’s something that makes you feel sick. no matter if it’s something material like snake poison, poisonous gas or a word, a feeling that hurts you so much. i don’t like this word. makes me feel uncomfortable when i yhink of its meanings.
Bakinka
death is what the bear in the woods can see through binoculars and uniboobs. but when i see the bear die with certainty it does not be happiness.
My poison is collecting everything. I collect dragons, fairies, everything. I cant ever stop and if I dont learn to control it I might get myself killed by my poison from my own stuff.
poison is the worst way to die. when you get poisoned, you die little by little and it doesn’t matter if you have anyone with you or not. you just die. well, whatever, i’m gonna try drinking poison of of these days
Lhie
Sarah look at her hand as the red seeped, the berry still crushed as she un-clunched her hand. The red juice stained her hand and looked like blood, the poison from the berry soaking into her hand, through her skin, into her veins, merging with her bloodstream. She looked up into Mark’s eyes and her fright was evident in their wideness and the tears that dripped out of the corners.
Regan
The poison of love and liberty lies in its power; in its addiction; obsession. Self control loses all rounds against the poison. Humanity is no more. Or is always. Invincible.
FaridaEzzat
I drank the wine, and then i sat, waiting for what I knew would happen next. I slowly felt my body die. I drank that poison and It’s too late to wonder why. I’m…
Delaney
Poison can be the sweetest tasting liquid, always tempting, usually the fatal mistake of the unaware. Don’t slip and take a sip.
deadly, amazing. Can kill yet make someone’s day come true. Fatal. Obciously awsome in ways. POISION+CHIEMICHAL X= CREEPY MAN IN BASEMENT MAKING GIRLS! think about it.
Heideki
poison is something that kills
it kills slowly and surely. it’s what has been classically used for suicide, and for murder. it often appears in romantic tragedies. it seems that the ones we love are often our greatest poison as well. anesthetics are often a type of poison or vice a versa. snakes use poison and so do lovers.
michael
The poison was fast acting and painful, but slow to kill. Fire shot through my belly. Spasms wracked my limbs. My muscles clenched as they began to seize up, an unfortunate side effect from my perspective. It took every ounce of focus, every bit of will power that yet remained for me to make my hand pick up the gun that was lying beside me. I wanted, more than anything, to turn it toward my assailant, but I knew that wasn’t possible. The only thing I could do is turn the muzzle toward my head and squeeze the trigger to end my suffering before the agony became too great.
Doug McIntire
Your poison infects me. It changes my whole chemical compostion and makes me welcome every little change it makes in my system. I want to drink more of you every day.
She handed him a drink with a smile playing across her lips. “Drink up” she said as she raised her glass. He eyed the woman but had no hard and fast reason not to trust her. Little did he know, it was laced with poison.
Brianna Suffety
If I die tomorrw it would be a shame. What if i were poisoned in three days. What if I were stabbed by my lover how tragic would that be. I would hate o live in fear so i just trust that everything will be okay. I wish that you knew the peace I feel through my faith. I just love the way I can go around knowing that I could die anytime and still keep living. So many people never eve get the opportunities that I do. It is crazy how life is like that.
Katie
Lust. The ever-flowing poison that courses through our veins. We know we shouldn’t. We know we can’t handle it. But we let it flow and eb like a river. Excited at it’s taste. Tantalized by it’s smell. Ah, the poison of lust. The poison that makes slaves of us all. But my god how we love it. How we’d be so unhappy without it.
How could you poison me
I wait all summer promising i won’t drink
but your face forces it down my throat
Sweet as it descends into my heart
and i smile
you poisoned me
now i am a hopeless love sick poisoned mess
thanks alot pal
i love you too
The poison is inside of us all. We all live with the poison. The only way to rid of this poison is to rid of it mentally. It isn’t a necessity, we all just choose to live with it. We just need to be happy. Happiness is the remedy for the poison. Choose to life without the poison.
Charlie Giraud
Poison kills people. Poison apples, poison in viles. Who was the person who discovered poison, or even came up with poisonous substances? They really should be sent to hell. He’s murdered millions of people.
Ashley
green evil witches brew this. feed it to little beautiful girls who they are jealous of. causes death and dying and suffering. used because of hate and misunderstanding.
charlotte
last night, i drank poison again.
i didn’t think it’d hurt.
it was just one more sip.
but with that sip came reality,
words pouring out of my mouth.
i admitted everything,
but i said nothing,
at least i thought that.
i awoke to a note,
from you, scribbled in pen.
you said that it’s over.
that damn poison.
Poison can kill you. I just read a nook where a lady killed a dog by poisoning him which was actually really creepy. But poison can be really handy as well if you need to kill weeds or something. Also it makes me think of “Arsenic and Old Lace”.
Cubby
There are so many things that can be poison for our souls. Pride, ego, an apple from the movie Snow White. I think only negative things when I see the word poison, but I guess if you were going to kill somebody who deserved it, it would be a positive thing.
Brittany
Snow White was poisoned by the queen who was in disguise as an ugly hag. THen theprince comes and kisses her, breaking the spell
Ashley
ivy. something that spreads. something to ward off pests. Poison is a cause of death. It is a man-made substance, and it’s found in nature, made by God. If God didn’t want anything to die out of vein he wouldn’t have made anything poisonous.
RR
poison is my name
i spread through you
never stopping
infecting every inch
every pore
my name is love
my love is poison
why must you kill me?
each part of me
your love is poison
Ella Seare
ill poison your mother with an evil potion i got from a drawf out side of the leaky caldron and theres nothing you can do about it because you will dare not speak my name or of any terror that will insue from your mothers timely death! I will eat your heart in a hogs stew with my minions! u will cower in terror at my mighty might! i am voldemort
lindsey
No, it isn’t poisen that kills us. It’s the lack of knowledge. It’s the “No, this isn’t poisen. It’s harmless.” or the “It won’t hurt me. It’ll help me.” and especially the “What, like it’s poisenous?” Yes, it is. And yes it will hurt. But we don’t like to see that. We like to go on about our merry way. Oblivious to the poisen coursing through our veins.
green, icky, burning down your throat. Makes me think of fairy tales and Shakespeare. From evil witches to the most well known protagonist, it’s a well known fate in the literary world.
Rebecca SD
kills people. reminds me of potions in harry potter, the evil queen put it in snow whites apple. easily disguised people are paranoid of it…used servants to test for it in medieval times
Madison
when i think of poison i think of the Rainforest and poisonous dart frogs and snakes hissing, of viles filled with green and black colored liquids.
Jillian
She drank the poisen. She didn’t know why, of course. Mostly because she wanted to not feel this way. These feelings that crept up on her like a lion from time to time shook her world far too much. They needed to leave. The poisen would make them disappear. She hoped. The lions needed to be driven back to the pride.
Poison is a bad thing. It comes in many forms.. food poison rat poison medicane poison;. ways to avoid poison is not pissing people off. they could poison you and kill you. that would suck!
Susie always felt like he had poisoned her heart, he had ruined her. Everything she ever was was flipped upside down by this unexplainable relationship. She was no longer that happy, smiling girl. She was no longer content sitting at home on Sunday nights painting, she felt like a loner if she wasn’t invited to the biggest parties. Even then; though, she felt so alone in a crowd of people.
alcohol on a saturday night being 16 and jumping the fences. the serpent rolls its tongue and sips blood from your neck only to leave your carcus dead. slithering away and leading you to the tunnel of light, getting closer with each bite.
I feel like my I’m living is like drinking poison that is slowly, but surely killing me. This whole lifestyle is poison for everyone. I live in an area where the air I breathe is poison. There’s not much going on except consuming poison in some form or fashion.
The poison dripped from the gleaming blade, falling from his hand as it clattered onto the floor. He, falling to his knees as he placed his hands over his eyes, crying loudly as he held her lifeless body against his chest. Her eyes rolled back into her head, skin beginning to turn cold as ice. Her hair flowing softly in the breeze. He began to weep openly, pressing his forehead to her own as clenched his hands tight, forever holding her close as the morning sun rose. Turning them both into ash
The trickling poison courses down the throat, the throat that had remained sand dry. A dooming relief.
it’s something that makes you feel sick. no matter if it’s something material like snake poison, poisonous gas or a word, a feeling that hurts you so much. i don’t like this word. makes me feel uncomfortable when i yhink of its meanings.
death is what the bear in the woods can see through binoculars and uniboobs. but when i see the bear die with certainty it does not be happiness.
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My poison is collecting everything. I collect dragons, fairies, everything. I cant ever stop and if I dont learn to control it I might get myself killed by my poison from my own stuff.
poison is the worst way to die. when you get poisoned, you die little by little and it doesn’t matter if you have anyone with you or not. you just die. well, whatever, i’m gonna try drinking poison of of these days
Sarah look at her hand as the red seeped, the berry still crushed as she un-clunched her hand. The red juice stained her hand and looked like blood, the poison from the berry soaking into her hand, through her skin, into her veins, merging with her bloodstream. She looked up into Mark’s eyes and her fright was evident in their wideness and the tears that dripped out of the corners.
The poison of love and liberty lies in its power; in its addiction; obsession. Self control loses all rounds against the poison. Humanity is no more. Or is always. Invincible.
I drank the wine, and then i sat, waiting for what I knew would happen next. I slowly felt my body die. I drank that poison and It’s too late to wonder why. I’m…
Poison can be the sweetest tasting liquid, always tempting, usually the fatal mistake of the unaware. Don’t slip and take a sip.
deadly, amazing. Can kill yet make someone’s day come true. Fatal. Obciously awsome in ways. POISION+CHIEMICHAL X= CREEPY MAN IN BASEMENT MAKING GIRLS! think about it.
poison is something that kills
it kills slowly and surely. it’s what has been classically used for suicide, and for murder. it often appears in romantic tragedies. it seems that the ones we love are often our greatest poison as well. anesthetics are often a type of poison or vice a versa. snakes use poison and so do lovers.
The poison was fast acting and painful, but slow to kill. Fire shot through my belly. Spasms wracked my limbs. My muscles clenched as they began to seize up, an unfortunate side effect from my perspective. It took every ounce of focus, every bit of will power that yet remained for me to make my hand pick up the gun that was lying beside me. I wanted, more than anything, to turn it toward my assailant, but I knew that wasn’t possible. The only thing I could do is turn the muzzle toward my head and squeeze the trigger to end my suffering before the agony became too great.
Your poison infects me. It changes my whole chemical compostion and makes me welcome every little change it makes in my system. I want to drink more of you every day.
She handed him a drink with a smile playing across her lips. “Drink up” she said as she raised her glass. He eyed the woman but had no hard and fast reason not to trust her. Little did he know, it was laced with poison.
If I die tomorrw it would be a shame. What if i were poisoned in three days. What if I were stabbed by my lover how tragic would that be. I would hate o live in fear so i just trust that everything will be okay. I wish that you knew the peace I feel through my faith. I just love the way I can go around knowing that I could die anytime and still keep living. So many people never eve get the opportunities that I do. It is crazy how life is like that.
Lust. The ever-flowing poison that courses through our veins. We know we shouldn’t. We know we can’t handle it. But we let it flow and eb like a river. Excited at it’s taste. Tantalized by it’s smell. Ah, the poison of lust. The poison that makes slaves of us all. But my god how we love it. How we’d be so unhappy without it.
How could you poison me
I wait all summer promising i won’t drink
but your face forces it down my throat
Sweet as it descends into my heart
and i smile
you poisoned me
now i am a hopeless love sick poisoned mess
thanks alot pal
i love you too
The poison is inside of us all. We all live with the poison. The only way to rid of this poison is to rid of it mentally. It isn’t a necessity, we all just choose to live with it. We just need to be happy. Happiness is the remedy for the poison. Choose to life without the poison.
Poison kills people. Poison apples, poison in viles. Who was the person who discovered poison, or even came up with poisonous substances? They really should be sent to hell. He’s murdered millions of people.
green evil witches brew this. feed it to little beautiful girls who they are jealous of. causes death and dying and suffering. used because of hate and misunderstanding.
last night, i drank poison again.
i didn’t think it’d hurt.
it was just one more sip.
but with that sip came reality,
words pouring out of my mouth.
i admitted everything,
but i said nothing,
at least i thought that.
i awoke to a note,
from you, scribbled in pen.
you said that it’s over.
that damn poison.
Poison can kill you. I just read a nook where a lady killed a dog by poisoning him which was actually really creepy. But poison can be really handy as well if you need to kill weeds or something. Also it makes me think of “Arsenic and Old Lace”.
There are so many things that can be poison for our souls. Pride, ego, an apple from the movie Snow White. I think only negative things when I see the word poison, but I guess if you were going to kill somebody who deserved it, it would be a positive thing.
Snow White was poisoned by the queen who was in disguise as an ugly hag. THen theprince comes and kisses her, breaking the spell
ivy. something that spreads. something to ward off pests. Poison is a cause of death. It is a man-made substance, and it’s found in nature, made by God. If God didn’t want anything to die out of vein he wouldn’t have made anything poisonous.
poison is my name
i spread through you
never stopping
infecting every inch
every pore
my name is love
my love is poison
why must you kill me?
each part of me
your love is poison
ill poison your mother with an evil potion i got from a drawf out side of the leaky caldron and theres nothing you can do about it because you will dare not speak my name or of any terror that will insue from your mothers timely death! I will eat your heart in a hogs stew with my minions! u will cower in terror at my mighty might! i am voldemort
No, it isn’t poisen that kills us. It’s the lack of knowledge. It’s the “No, this isn’t poisen. It’s harmless.” or the “It won’t hurt me. It’ll help me.” and especially the “What, like it’s poisenous?” Yes, it is. And yes it will hurt. But we don’t like to see that. We like to go on about our merry way. Oblivious to the poisen coursing through our veins.
Off my tung it drips. Seeping in through your ears, straight to your heart where it hits you hard. We live, we love, we lie.
hurt. green. sizzling.
green, icky, burning down your throat. Makes me think of fairy tales and Shakespeare. From evil witches to the most well known protagonist, it’s a well known fate in the literary world.
kills people. reminds me of potions in harry potter, the evil queen put it in snow whites apple. easily disguised people are paranoid of it…used servants to test for it in medieval times
when i think of poison i think of the Rainforest and poisonous dart frogs and snakes hissing, of viles filled with green and black colored liquids.
She drank the poisen. She didn’t know why, of course. Mostly because she wanted to not feel this way. These feelings that crept up on her like a lion from time to time shook her world far too much. They needed to leave. The poisen would make them disappear. She hoped. The lions needed to be driven back to the pride.