A purple haze sets in as I slowly realize the apple I had eaten was poisoned. Did my mother hate me so much that she decided to end my life in a modern day Snow White fashion? But how will my prince save me? Goodnight.
poison is something that’s there only if you let it be there. if you don’t than it’s only a substance that runs through your veins, a substance that just doesn’t fit in. but then it is sucked out of you. and your blood runs free…
I think Breakfast club, and vodka, and the Princess Bride. Iocane. Oderless, tasteless, disolves instantly in water, and is among one of the more deadly poisons known to man. I think Brett Michaels and his faggoty ass bandana. That dude sucks!
Dreaming about special evenings when rain poured down on everyone. I really thought that times had changed; perhaps I had changed since I really saw everything exactly the same, with despite. First of all, don’t ever let me be in the position to render something coherent.
poison ivy.that shit sucks.and its itchy.really itchy.and poison makes me think of snow white the evil witch with a poisonous apple.damn that bitch used to scare me.she actually still does. :( im a wuss.i wish i wasnt scared of fictional things.i feel like a little kid scared of monsters under their bed.
i know it was wrong but i couln’t help but wonder what might happen next. I loved him so so much. But he was in the way of my children, my family, and my career. I wish i didn’t have to, but as we ate at the restaurant that night, I slipped the poison into his wine. I smiled, flirted, teased him with as much desire as I had to allow him to live. Now he’s gone and I feel as if my heart has been ripped from my chest and thrown into a blender. It’s not fair that one could love him as much as I did and still kill him, but I did.
disney movies like snow white where she has a poison red apple. the evil vs good kind of stories. no one like them, but everyone is drawn to the excitement of good overcoming evil. Bad things are always faced by the good characters.
Poison seeps into your system the instant you get disappointed. It sneaks in from the cracks in your soul until one day you wake up and it has filled you. You have drowned in your own sad sense of self. The people who break you are the people who make you doubt yourself. You can feel the poison, don’t lie.
The thing about poison is that it’s used so many different ways. The most useful way is in my opinion, to kill villains in movies such as, “Misery”. Another good movie that used poison was “the nightmare before Christmas”. Sally uses deadly night shade to poison her guardian, and sneaks out.
Poisonous things are found in people’s daily lives. Cigarettes, alcohol, and even caffeine can be considered poisonous. Though some people like me would prefer to use them anyway.
The most poisonous animal (that I can think of off the top of my head) is the rattlesnake. There is a scene in a movie where a woman paints her nails with rattlesnake venom, scratch slaps a guys face, and nearly kills him. It puffed up like a third degree burn.
Anyway, this website told me to write about poison for sixty seconds, and they clearly lied because it has been almost five minutes. So that is my shpiel on poison. The end.
my middle name is ivy, growing up people referred to me as poison ivy.. it was sad. However, I love my middle name. it is unique. my mom wanted it to be my first name but my grandma didn’t like it so it is my middle name. my first name is elizabeth and they flow together quite nicely i think.
Slowly intoxicating, I stretch on my light pink tights and a wicker basket beyond the purple stripes is all I see. Nothing left of the little masquerade in the back yard but the little bees are mourning something’s passing. Little rat has gone away, poisoned bottle of wine.
sometimes jonathan calls me a poisonous flower. i’m not really sure why. flowers are pretty and i hate them. but i’m not poison. i just affect him. i’m not his poisonous flower anymore though. i guess that makes sense. after however long, poison does it’s job and then there is nothing left anymore.
Caring what other people think is a poison. It only ruins your day and kills your self confidence. It sucks. Other people may be assholes but that shouldn’t mean you should let it poison your mood.
we all contain our own poison.
our strengths are next to our weaknessess, and the sweetest honey, when
consumed beyond moderation
become poison that we use to kill ourselves.
all the worst poisons come from within.
those from without are exceptions only.
it hurts people. sometimes you drink it and sometimes you eat it. sometimes it is injected into your body or in your food. blah blah blah… snakes. rattlesnakes. plants. other anima
darkness as i left her, but it was spreading, and i was catching fire, and there was nothing i could do. the torment of my soul was commensurate with the torment of her body, but i had to leave.
i was catching fire.
Alice picked up the bottle not knowing if it were to help her escape the room in which she was trapped or if it was to poison her…going against her better judgement she pressed the small vial to her lips and allowed herself to continue on down the rabbit hole….
Poison can be in plants. In food. In chemicals. It can be placed somewhere on purpose or it can be natural. Or it can be a person, a person who breaks you and changes you forever. It being a person is the most dangerous kind of poison.
Slowly intoxicating, I stretch on my light pink tights and a wicker basket beyond the purple stripes is all I see. Nothing left of the little masquerade in the back yard but the little bees are mourning something’s passing. Little rat has gone away, poisoned bottle of wine.
found in fairytails, not really real, injections, can come in many forms such as drugs and alcohol…can kill you, people give you this without your knowing when they don’t like you, gross and bad for you, snow white was poisened…with an apple!
What the hell is up with poison? I mean really? Poison is like the pullout method of the killing world…IT SUCKS. I wonder if chickens can pull out? Just kidding…I guess chickens don’t really have sex. But whatever. How about donkeys? Damn those things have big balls. I mean like they are HUGE. Donkeys..burros..what’s the difference? Some old lady told me it was a difference of which one carried Jesus,,but she was super old and EXTREMELY religious..I personally think that partying is fun..Silly religious people. Mormons. Crazy. I used to be one. I got bored. I quit. I’m young. I need to live. Ya know? The Book Of Mormon looks like an amazing musical. I wanna see it on broadway. Broadway is so amazing. Makes me super happy. So many hot guys in NY. But I’ve never been there? Poor deprived child much? I think yes.
There is nothing in the world more amazing. I feel as though the world is flow like a stream down and down farther into the abyss of my life which is… But there is nothing that can be done about this. Nothing that can be done about anything. I feel trapped and the only way out is to drink the poison.
Her jealousy was like poison. It infected me. It took over my whole being. Every move I made was watched and judged. If what I did didn’t meet her standards she would judge and make me be inferior to her. She always claimed that she was better, but it was just her trying to make herself believe it. She was jealous of my life. I had friends, I had happiness, I had beauty. I had everything that she hated, all because she didn’t have those, all because she hid from all that just for the fear of getting hurt and turned down. When if she tried she would have every bit of what I had. It was the jealousy holding her back, and destroying our friendship.
deathly. not good for the body, mind or soul. harmful and depressing. dangerous. hateful. something we can do to ourselves without knowing it. a bad relationship. food. chemicals. its what the world is coming to today.
Posion can kill you phisically or mentally. Of course, if you drank a bottle of poison you would be sick in a minute. However, the worst kind of poison, is the kind that comes from the best people in your life, the kind that poisons your soul and stabs daggers in your heart. And that poison is called love.
Life is poison. Love is poison, Bittersweet. Torturous. Wonderful. Awful. Poison. In a capsule hung around my neck with a pewter chain. True Romeo & Juliet style.
poison. it invades the body, pervades the senses, electrifies everything, numbs anything. i can feel it. i can’t feel anything. help me. i’m beyond help now. i wish i told you everything before the poison got to me.
The words you keep spewing seemed fine at first. But then it just seemed to gnaw at me. It was like all of your lies just turned to poison…..
A purple haze sets in as I slowly realize the apple I had eaten was poisoned. Did my mother hate me so much that she decided to end my life in a modern day Snow White fashion? But how will my prince save me? Goodnight.
poison is something that’s there only if you let it be there. if you don’t than it’s only a substance that runs through your veins, a substance that just doesn’t fit in. but then it is sucked out of you. and your blood runs free…
the lies we tell to each other, & to ourselves.
It’s poison, to be held so closely.
A new addiction that will end me soon enough
I think Breakfast club, and vodka, and the Princess Bride. Iocane. Oderless, tasteless, disolves instantly in water, and is among one of the more deadly poisons known to man. I think Brett Michaels and his faggoty ass bandana. That dude sucks!
blue flowers flowing by your lips, colorful dots feeling like asleep.
deathly hurt and frighting death im scared weakening hlaf way dead hope she will love me more her love is poison….
Dreaming about special evenings when rain poured down on everyone. I really thought that times had changed; perhaps I had changed since I really saw everything exactly the same, with despite. First of all, don’t ever let me be in the position to render something coherent.
poison ivy.that shit sucks.and its itchy.really itchy.and poison makes me think of snow white the evil witch with a poisonous apple.damn that bitch used to scare me.she actually still does. :( im a wuss.i wish i wasnt scared of fictional things.i feel like a little kid scared of monsters under their bed.
i know it was wrong but i couln’t help but wonder what might happen next. I loved him so so much. But he was in the way of my children, my family, and my career. I wish i didn’t have to, but as we ate at the restaurant that night, I slipped the poison into his wine. I smiled, flirted, teased him with as much desire as I had to allow him to live. Now he’s gone and I feel as if my heart has been ripped from my chest and thrown into a blender. It’s not fair that one could love him as much as I did and still kill him, but I did.
disney movies like snow white where she has a poison red apple. the evil vs good kind of stories. no one like them, but everyone is drawn to the excitement of good overcoming evil. Bad things are always faced by the good characters.
Ivy rat coke soda fountain park beautiful peaceful death .
I really dont want to think much right know, but i do know that its like poison not having you around
Poison seeps into your system the instant you get disappointed. It sneaks in from the cracks in your soul until one day you wake up and it has filled you. You have drowned in your own sad sense of self. The people who break you are the people who make you doubt yourself. You can feel the poison, don’t lie.
The thing about poison is that it’s used so many different ways. The most useful way is in my opinion, to kill villains in movies such as, “Misery”. Another good movie that used poison was “the nightmare before Christmas”. Sally uses deadly night shade to poison her guardian, and sneaks out.
Poisonous things are found in people’s daily lives. Cigarettes, alcohol, and even caffeine can be considered poisonous. Though some people like me would prefer to use them anyway.
The most poisonous animal (that I can think of off the top of my head) is the rattlesnake. There is a scene in a movie where a woman paints her nails with rattlesnake venom, scratch slaps a guys face, and nearly kills him. It puffed up like a third degree burn.
Anyway, this website told me to write about poison for sixty seconds, and they clearly lied because it has been almost five minutes. So that is my shpiel on poison. The end.
my middle name is ivy, growing up people referred to me as poison ivy.. it was sad. However, I love my middle name. it is unique. my mom wanted it to be my first name but my grandma didn’t like it so it is my middle name. my first name is elizabeth and they flow together quite nicely i think.
Slowly intoxicating, I stretch on my light pink tights and a wicker basket beyond the purple stripes is all I see. Nothing left of the little masquerade in the back yard but the little bees are mourning something’s passing. Little rat has gone away, poisoned bottle of wine.
sometimes jonathan calls me a poisonous flower. i’m not really sure why. flowers are pretty and i hate them. but i’m not poison. i just affect him. i’m not his poisonous flower anymore though. i guess that makes sense. after however long, poison does it’s job and then there is nothing left anymore.
Caring what other people think is a poison. It only ruins your day and kills your self confidence. It sucks. Other people may be assholes but that shouldn’t mean you should let it poison your mood.
I hear a lot of things labeled as poison..but poisonous to whom?
we all contain our own poison.
our strengths are next to our weaknessess, and the sweetest honey, when
consumed beyond moderation
become poison that we use to kill ourselves.
all the worst poisons come from within.
those from without are exceptions only.
it hurts people. sometimes you drink it and sometimes you eat it. sometimes it is injected into your body or in your food. blah blah blah… snakes. rattlesnakes. plants. other anima
darkness as i left her, but it was spreading, and i was catching fire, and there was nothing i could do. the torment of my soul was commensurate with the torment of her body, but i had to leave.
i was catching fire.
Alice picked up the bottle not knowing if it were to help her escape the room in which she was trapped or if it was to poison her…going against her better judgement she pressed the small vial to her lips and allowed herself to continue on down the rabbit hole….
Poison can be in plants. In food. In chemicals. It can be placed somewhere on purpose or it can be natural. Or it can be a person, a person who breaks you and changes you forever. It being a person is the most dangerous kind of poison.
Slowly intoxicating, I stretch on my light pink tights and a wicker basket beyond the purple stripes is all I see. Nothing left of the little masquerade in the back yard but the little bees are mourning something’s passing. Little rat has gone away, poisoned bottle of wine.
poison is a toxin it kills everyone who possess it no matter if they are good or not.
found in fairytails, not really real, injections, can come in many forms such as drugs and alcohol…can kill you, people give you this without your knowing when they don’t like you, gross and bad for you, snow white was poisened…with an apple!
What the hell is up with poison? I mean really? Poison is like the pullout method of the killing world…IT SUCKS. I wonder if chickens can pull out? Just kidding…I guess chickens don’t really have sex. But whatever. How about donkeys? Damn those things have big balls. I mean like they are HUGE. Donkeys..burros..what’s the difference? Some old lady told me it was a difference of which one carried Jesus,,but she was super old and EXTREMELY religious..I personally think that partying is fun..Silly religious people. Mormons. Crazy. I used to be one. I got bored. I quit. I’m young. I need to live. Ya know? The Book Of Mormon looks like an amazing musical. I wanna see it on broadway. Broadway is so amazing. Makes me super happy. So many hot guys in NY. But I’ve never been there? Poor deprived child much? I think yes.
Poison is the greed of the human mind.
There is nothing in the world more amazing. I feel as though the world is flow like a stream down and down farther into the abyss of my life which is… But there is nothing that can be done about this. Nothing that can be done about anything. I feel trapped and the only way out is to drink the poison.
Her jealousy was like poison. It infected me. It took over my whole being. Every move I made was watched and judged. If what I did didn’t meet her standards she would judge and make me be inferior to her. She always claimed that she was better, but it was just her trying to make herself believe it. She was jealous of my life. I had friends, I had happiness, I had beauty. I had everything that she hated, all because she didn’t have those, all because she hid from all that just for the fear of getting hurt and turned down. When if she tried she would have every bit of what I had. It was the jealousy holding her back, and destroying our friendship.
deathly. not good for the body, mind or soul. harmful and depressing. dangerous. hateful. something we can do to ourselves without knowing it. a bad relationship. food. chemicals. its what the world is coming to today.
Posion can kill you phisically or mentally. Of course, if you drank a bottle of poison you would be sick in a minute. However, the worst kind of poison, is the kind that comes from the best people in your life, the kind that poisons your soul and stabs daggers in your heart. And that poison is called love.
Life is poison. Love is poison, Bittersweet. Torturous. Wonderful. Awful. Poison. In a capsule hung around my neck with a pewter chain. True Romeo & Juliet style.
That girl is poison…
Every rose has its thorns.
Take a bite of this apple.
Love potion number Niiiiiiine…
I’m too tired for this.
crazy people in old day when they would try and kill their kings and nobles.
poison is also the passion of
poison. it invades the body, pervades the senses, electrifies everything, numbs anything. i can feel it. i can’t feel anything. help me. i’m beyond help now. i wish i told you everything before the poison got to me.
Poison is not just in chemical form, poison is in the words of others, the actions of loved ones, and the fear of everyone. Poison all the same kills.