is on a vine
that follows me
lurking behing
sometimes hidden
but is what I desire
its the posion I crave
the love i cant get away from
will send me to my grave
ivy growson trees, and is part of the same christmas song, the holly and the ivy, It is also a womans name Iby tilsllet was famous for staring in corronation streert
She crawled along him as an ivy along a wall, clinging and wrapping him quickly and sinuously; little did he know this was the moment of his certain demise.
It is green. It grows on walls. It reminds me of the Ivy league schools on the east coast. It also makes me think of the old Batman movie where Poison Ivy was the evil villan. It makes me think of grass and nature in general.
I think of green. And then I think of green things. Like money, and the problems that come with it. I think trees and nature, and images of beauty fill my mind. The ocean comes next, though that doesn’t have much to do with ivy. Ivy.
Ivy twines up the drainspout, tearing off the siding as it makes it’s way up the wall. My father complains of this every time he’s over. I like it, it’s pretty.
My walking stick was perfect, and I planned on taking it home with me from the camping trip. I thought of all kinds of imaginary games that would be enriched by a walking/clobbering stick such as this. Unfortunately, I made the unfortunate mistake of sticking it in a bush of poison ivy while hiking, and my mother made me leave it at home.
Poison Ivy is like a wonderous green snake climbing up the side of my house, ready to curse whoever happens to brush against her. She is a better protector than that silly, expensive security device that malfunctions when the key is turned in the wrong direction.
The house was lined with intricate layers of green ivy. Even the windows would sometimes be blocked by the leaves, making seeing outside somewhat of a challenge. Attempting to look through it was a noble goal, however, the outside had been torn apart. Might as well enjoy the beauty of the nature that grew on the house rather than be forced to look at the nature destroyed outside of it.
She was sliding amongst the leaves, red hair twisting under her in an almost sweetly malicious manner. I stared into her electric green eyes and thought about how much I would regret this later, bending towards her parted, magnetic lips.
the ivy drapped down the houses outside staircase. the house was empty inside and broken windows gave a clue into the houses mysterious past. no one had lived there in thirty years
ivy: the dainty little flower had shown promise. it was not yet clear as to whether the flower would fulfill that assessment, but it had shown promise and that was all the doctors were looking for. after seven (seemingly infinite) years of fruitless search even the glimmer of hope was enough to light the lives of the doctors
ivy is the feeling you get when youre mad at someone, but not quite. its like a half feeling, like something is missing. you cant really place whats not there, but youre not furious, not mad, just annoied. but you have no reason to be annoyed at whatever your annoyed at. So you kindof hate yourself a bit as well for being annoyd with nno reason. thus ivy towards your self is more common.
roller coasters that are just a bit too low to the ground so that your head brushes unkempt grass and bushes on the way by are the scariest you’ll ever go on no matter how lame they are otherwise.
At the new house, the ivy wrapped around the siding like a long, twisted ladder, reaching to the shingles and the red bricks that squared off to one another to form the chimney, then back down the other side of the house around her bedroom window, so that when she opened her window in the morning, she could smell the beauty as the sun shined brightly on the orange orchids.
The first word that comes to mind is poison. The one and only time I got poison ivy I was pregnant with my 2nd child. I was clearing fence line with the father. I could do noting about it
green crawls through the fenses like a spider can be poisunour batman haha poison ivy awe she was my favourite i knew a girl named ivy but she didnt have red hair like uma thurman did in batman
Ivy. Her name. So short and sweet. But so perfect and intricate at the same time. She had whispered it to him and he’d felt the heat rush up his spine and into his cheeks, reddening them as she leaned close, her perfume gently teasing at his sense of smell.
Ivy was the name of the girl that had been dressed in red. It was her favorite color of all. Red shoes, red tights, red skirt, red blouse…possibly red underwear to match.
It was the color of her compliment. Ivy green growing outside her window to her red silhouette standing in the doorway.
It would be her complimentary beginning and ending. The green always shown brighter next to her red shoes in the grass, and her name always seemed more alive.
ivy…i dun exactly know what ivy is. i think it’s sum sorta leaf. oh&once i was watching this movie and the villain’s side kick was named ivy i think&she would kill people using flowers and leafs. i think ivy is poisonous.
Ivy league is all you get to find your way in the world of men. Drown poison, drown ivy, drown drown drown. Vine you way up my wall to the stars and then beyond. Leave just a few sane fruits so I can see you again.
reminds me a child who dances and shares her bendaroos woth the the other ballerinas, even if they are not so kind to her. she is abeauty and kind from the inside out. E
Poison and the color white? Ivy is green and it crawls up buildings and the like. It’s a different kind of poison – a choking poison – much like a boa constrictor. It chokes the building and crushes the people inside.
The castle walls were covered in it. Looking up, I saw them zigzag back and forth, cut corners and encase windows. My eyes wondered to the very top, where the last of the leaves reached, and saw her, my princess, lost behind the sea of the thick, ivy leaves.
crawling. creepy. crying. why. look atme. look up be happy. it’s just me and you .now. just us. you found me. you can always come back now. come back. crawl back. like ivy.
The ivy climbed slowly over his rotting corpse, the body giving birth to life and life returning to death once more. The cycle complete and perfect. All as it should be.
i hated this house. i never wanted to see it again. yet, here i was. happy christmas, eh? well, the lights were on, and there was laughter in the windows, but i bet it was at my cousin who could never really say his ‘r’s right. that’s just the way my family was. that’s why i left. that’s why i never wanted to go back.
and as i’m ringing the doorbell the turkey’s hitting the wall. i can feel it.
poison ivy. no man (or woman) can resist her. i wish i had her beauty, her badassery, her everything. shes perfect and evil and beautiful and powerful. damn. i just gave myself a hard on.
Ivy’ll go to town and wear your robe with my satin and golden crown. Then when the sun is high I will go all around and say hey and to some hi? Hello to you and to those that you knew and now I know them too.
Ivy is like a rose that has no thorns and way too many leaves… That actually worked. Wow, it’s funny how sometimes things like that can happen. I don’t really know a whole lot, though I like to pretend I do. I guess it beats having to ask a bunch of questions you know you should already know. That’s my thought at least.
i once knew a girl named ivy. she may or may not have been a methamphetamine addict. i don’t really remember. my memory has been a little blurry ever since i got out of rehab.
Your gentle caress is like Ivy crawling up between my legs…wrapping, winding growing into me.
is on a vine
that follows me
lurking behing
sometimes hidden
but is what I desire
its the posion I crave
the love i cant get away from
will send me to my grave
ivy growson trees, and is part of the same christmas song, the holly and the ivy, It is also a womans name Iby tilsllet was famous for staring in corronation streert
She crawled along him as an ivy along a wall, clinging and wrapping him quickly and sinuously; little did he know this was the moment of his certain demise.
Poison ivy. From the altered lyrics of a Christmas song I don’t remember now…
It is green. It grows on walls. It reminds me of the Ivy league schools on the east coast. It also makes me think of the old Batman movie where Poison Ivy was the evil villan. It makes me think of grass and nature in general.
How poisonous life is? I wouldn’t know, but ivy might. Where is it when we need it most.
I think of green. And then I think of green things. Like money, and the problems that come with it. I think trees and nature, and images of beauty fill my mind. The ocean comes next, though that doesn’t have much to do with ivy. Ivy.
Creeping up brick walls slowly, like a cancer invading the body. Poisonous and lovely, ivy is a special plant.
Ivy twines up the drainspout, tearing off the siding as it makes it’s way up the wall. My father complains of this every time he’s over. I like it, it’s pretty.
My walking stick was perfect, and I planned on taking it home with me from the camping trip. I thought of all kinds of imaginary games that would be enriched by a walking/clobbering stick such as this. Unfortunately, I made the unfortunate mistake of sticking it in a bush of poison ivy while hiking, and my mother made me leave it at home.
Poison Ivy is like a wonderous green snake climbing up the side of my house, ready to curse whoever happens to brush against her. She is a better protector than that silly, expensive security device that malfunctions when the key is turned in the wrong direction.
The house was lined with intricate layers of green ivy. Even the windows would sometimes be blocked by the leaves, making seeing outside somewhat of a challenge. Attempting to look through it was a noble goal, however, the outside had been torn apart. Might as well enjoy the beauty of the nature that grew on the house rather than be forced to look at the nature destroyed outside of it.
She was sliding amongst the leaves, red hair twisting under her in an almost sweetly malicious manner. I stared into her electric green eyes and thought about how much I would regret this later, bending towards her parted, magnetic lips.
the ivy drapped down the houses outside staircase. the house was empty inside and broken windows gave a clue into the houses mysterious past. no one had lived there in thirty years
ivy: the dainty little flower had shown promise. it was not yet clear as to whether the flower would fulfill that assessment, but it had shown promise and that was all the doctors were looking for. after seven (seemingly infinite) years of fruitless search even the glimmer of hope was enough to light the lives of the doctors
ivy is the feeling you get when youre mad at someone, but not quite. its like a half feeling, like something is missing. you cant really place whats not there, but youre not furious, not mad, just annoied. but you have no reason to be annoyed at whatever your annoyed at. So you kindof hate yourself a bit as well for being annoyd with nno reason. thus ivy towards your self is more common.
Climbing, reaching toward the sun. Choking, strangling the tree supporting it’s life. Beauty and death.
roller coasters that are just a bit too low to the ground so that your head brushes unkempt grass and bushes on the way by are the scariest you’ll ever go on no matter how lame they are otherwise.
Soap mostly/
At the new house, the ivy wrapped around the siding like a long, twisted ladder, reaching to the shingles and the red bricks that squared off to one another to form the chimney, then back down the other side of the house around her bedroom window, so that when she opened her window in the morning, she could smell the beauty as the sun shined brightly on the orange orchids.
If orchids did grow on ivy.
The first word that comes to mind is poison. The one and only time I got poison ivy I was pregnant with my 2nd child. I was clearing fence line with the father. I could do noting about it
green crawls through the fenses like a spider can be poisunour batman haha poison ivy awe she was my favourite i knew a girl named ivy but she didnt have red hair like uma thurman did in batman
Ivy. Her name. So short and sweet. But so perfect and intricate at the same time. She had whispered it to him and he’d felt the heat rush up his spine and into his cheeks, reddening them as she leaned close, her perfume gently teasing at his sense of smell.
Ivy was the name of the girl that had been dressed in red. It was her favorite color of all. Red shoes, red tights, red skirt, red blouse…possibly red underwear to match.
It was the color of her compliment. Ivy green growing outside her window to her red silhouette standing in the doorway.
It would be her complimentary beginning and ending. The green always shown brighter next to her red shoes in the grass, and her name always seemed more alive.
ivy…i dun exactly know what ivy is. i think it’s sum sorta leaf. oh&once i was watching this movie and the villain’s side kick was named ivy i think&she would kill people using flowers and leafs. i think ivy is poisonous.
Ivy league is all you get to find your way in the world of men. Drown poison, drown ivy, drown drown drown. Vine you way up my wall to the stars and then beyond. Leave just a few sane fruits so I can see you again.
reminds me a child who dances and shares her bendaroos woth the the other ballerinas, even if they are not so kind to her. she is abeauty and kind from the inside out. E
Poison and the color white? Ivy is green and it crawls up buildings and the like. It’s a different kind of poison – a choking poison – much like a boa constrictor. It chokes the building and crushes the people inside.
The Ivy was a creature intertwining with the wind. Its verdant naturality created a euphoria that mother nature could only fufill.
The castle walls were covered in it. Looking up, I saw them zigzag back and forth, cut corners and encase windows. My eyes wondered to the very top, where the last of the leaves reached, and saw her, my princess, lost behind the sea of the thick, ivy leaves.
crawling. creepy. crying. why. look atme. look up be happy. it’s just me and you .now. just us. you found me. you can always come back now. come back. crawl back. like ivy.
The ivy climbed slowly over his rotting corpse, the body giving birth to life and life returning to death once more. The cycle complete and perfect. All as it should be.
the ivy tangled its way up the side of the house.
i hated this house. i never wanted to see it again. yet, here i was. happy christmas, eh? well, the lights were on, and there was laughter in the windows, but i bet it was at my cousin who could never really say his ‘r’s right. that’s just the way my family was. that’s why i left. that’s why i never wanted to go back.
and as i’m ringing the doorbell the turkey’s hitting the wall. i can feel it.
poison ivy. no man (or woman) can resist her. i wish i had her beauty, her badassery, her everything. shes perfect and evil and beautiful and powerful. damn. i just gave myself a hard on.
Ivy’ll go to town and wear your robe with my satin and golden crown. Then when the sun is high I will go all around and say hey and to some hi? Hello to you and to those that you knew and now I know them too.
plant.poisonous. grows along walls, commonly shows age and historical importance on a building. the owners of walls with ivy are usually snobs
Ivy…Hmm Uma Thurman in Batman… Poison Ivy…
Ivy is like a rose that has no thorns and way too many leaves… That actually worked. Wow, it’s funny how sometimes things like that can happen. I don’t really know a whole lot, though I like to pretend I do. I guess it beats having to ask a bunch of questions you know you should already know. That’s my thought at least.
i once knew a girl named ivy. she may or may not have been a methamphetamine addict. i don’t really remember. my memory has been a little blurry ever since i got out of rehab.