a terrible thing that can kill beautiful people. it doesnt have to necessarily be the liquid, but it can be anything varying from makeup and alcohol, botox to cigarettes. dangerous.
Did you know that the french word for poison sounds incredibly close to the french word for fish? Sometimes, when I think about all the people who are allergic to shellfish, I think this makes sense.
But when I committed suicide, I wasn’t thinking about the lexical similarities of the french language.
It’s poison. it’s super poison that will be used to kill us all. Everyone who is part of the Human race. Poison will kill us all!!!!! Because of YOU!!!!!
alcohol. it does stupid things to your mind, your body, you as a person. don’t be stupid, don’t drink. love who you are as a person – you are the only you there is, don’t waste it. please, remember who you are and who you want to be.
the girl saw the green bottle on the chair. it was a milky color and smelled sweet tilting the bottle she tipped it onto the floor. I slowly dripped out and burned through the floor.
poison will not penetrate where there is no wound. sage advice she thought as she peeled back layers and layers of their years together. the poison bubbling beneath the surface. every betrayal, every slight, every lie, was just below the surface as she packed a lifetime of memories into cardboard boxes
Poison came from a glass bottle in a white powder form. She spooned a spoonful into his coffee and stirred. She knew it would take only a few seconds to kill him, and those would be the best, from when he realized what was happening to when it was over. But she knew all along, because she was first person omniscient.
things that make you sick. some people have poison in their blood and in their heart. the poison apple off of Snow White. Poison spells in little capsules of glass that people wear around their neck. something horrible and bad. yuck. death. the color purple or red. something dark.
I never thought it would come to this. The last choice: eat the poison apple and die, or starve and die. What would i rather? I am so, so hungry. It’s been days since food. But if i eat the apple, there is a 75% it is a poison one sent out by the government to decrease population numbers. What has this world come to?
Her look was poison to him, her eyes giving him his answer without her mouth having to engage in any way. He turned, she dropped her venomous gaze, and they returned to work.
At the present moment I feel that my mother is like poison to me. Every phone call is negative, im not living to the expectations of this woman. I’m trying my hardest. What else can I do to make her happy?
it kills
your insecurity is poison for me
please dont make me toxic myself with the poison of not having you
jelousy is poison
i dont want poison for you nor for me
i l
Your words are poison masked as love. You are a beautiful liar. Sickening. I believed you and you threw me away immediately after. How do you sleep at night? Seriously.
poison is literally like a bottle with a skull and crossbones on it, but it can also be used in many other ways like a verb, to poison someone against another, is to turn them against them. poison is bad, because of what it does to you, and to another person.
Words can be poison. Biting, and bitter, tasting bad in your mouth long after they’ve been said or maybe even longer after you have heard others say them. Vile and terrible, they have such power, sticking with you in your head for years.
sometimes you only have a few seconds to write about something and when you feel most pressure is when you can least think about something to write about, so you start to write silly things like i am doing right now and then you feel like you are not the only one in the world who feels like you do. poison is bad for you. the end.
When i was a young girl my classmates start using the word “posion” as an adjective. That’s so poison, it was like: thats so cool! I havent heard that word in a few years (as an adejective).
My eyes burned, crusted over with too much salt. I could feel the now-familiar sensation climbing up my throat, collecting in a large lump at the back of my mouth. My tongue felt too big for the space. I swallowed. It didn’t help. It never had. Glancing at the little yellow pill in my hand, I knew by now that it was the only way to reverse things. To make things right again. I’d gone over the situation too many times to count, and this was the best way. I allowed myself a split second to remember his face. His eyes. His hands as they held me.
Too soon. I had remembered him too soon. The memories kept flooding in. His eyes, hard, glazed over without looking at me. A large white door, slamming in my face, lips, forming words I didn’t want to hear. Nights not filled with enough sleep, mornings filled with violent retching that brought up the food I never ate. My body quaking with shivers I couldn’t stop no matter how hard I tried. The sound of my heart breaking. Everywhere, absolute hatred for everyone except the one who caused me pain.
deadly and very bad can be used in many different ways i also think of pesticides i guess because they are so poisonous, poison can be inflicted om unsuspecting people
You are a poison. You make me feel sick. Love sick. Yes, you have that power that poison has, you kill slowly and gentle, but I don’t care. I’ll drink it all.
The poison dripped off my lips; one drop then two. By the third drop I fell to the floor and I saw my body as I floated up as whatever I was now. As I hovered up above the earth I looked back at myself and the tiny bottle in my now cold hand. I wondered to myself if it was really worth it. I mused until I became a tiny speck and until I could see myself no longer.
what a terrible thing to say! I would never poison him. I loved him. Can’t you understand that? does love mean anything to you people? Why don’t you stop wasting my time and ask some pertinent questions. Love is real, you know. For real.
It is the common problem in children stories. It’s a song. It is bad. poison is an interesting word to spell–P-O-I-S-O-N. See, I told you. And when you think about the word you mostly see negative images, like in snow white, a poisoned apple.
You are poison. You make me feel sick. Love sick. Yes, you have that power that poison has, you kill slowly and gentle, but I don’t care. I’ll drink it all. I’ll drink you all.
Her only choice was poison. The question was what kind? It had to be undetectable. Something no one would think to look for. Something that wouldn’t show any suspicious signs. Her knowledge of poison was limited. It was time to do some research that couldn’t be traced.
Poison, the poison I taste on your lips, laces the apple red.
Wouldn’t you love if I fell like Snow White, slumbered in your bed?
I miss the tragedy of love, in ways.
I want happiness though.
I’m confused
how did this come from this word at all?
He then swolled the poisen. Making him choke and turn an akward color. He was dying right in front of our eyes and we stood there and watched. We watched with joy and smuggle expressions on our faces. This man, who we did not know, was now on our hit list. We are the XX crew.
…like a poison….a single touch makes me so weak…pumped by my heart, she flows slowly through my blood stream…she says the right things, and my sight becomes blurry…I forget the present, and the past starts reoccurring…
Your hatred and your vile words; your theories and your ideas. Your search for the hidden message or purpose are all poison to me. You are a cancerous poisonous thing that eats away at my happiness. I have an antidote…you are gone.
i held the poison in my cold hands. the day was longer than i would have expected, or wanted. i couldnt be a murder, but i would be the advocate. convince him, presuade him that he was killing me. he was, and i loved him. but i loved myself more and i gave into my selfishness and evil thoughts.
poison is bad for you. dont drink it or have anything to do with it because it will be bad and harmul for anyone that consumes it. stay away from it because being close to tha will bring you problems. You shouldn’t do it because life is too good to get killed too soon.
I think a lot about what’s poisoning society. Drugs, alcohol, sex, greed. Where does it all come from? And why are we so prone to it? Why can’t we all practice love? What’s the harm in that? We’re far better off that way…
a terrible thing that can kill beautiful people. it doesnt have to necessarily be the liquid, but it can be anything varying from makeup and alcohol, botox to cigarettes. dangerous.
Did you know that the french word for poison sounds incredibly close to the french word for fish? Sometimes, when I think about all the people who are allergic to shellfish, I think this makes sense.
But when I committed suicide, I wasn’t thinking about the lexical similarities of the french language.
It’s poison. it’s super poison that will be used to kill us all. Everyone who is part of the Human race. Poison will kill us all!!!!! Because of YOU!!!!!
alcohol. it does stupid things to your mind, your body, you as a person. don’t be stupid, don’t drink. love who you are as a person – you are the only you there is, don’t waste it. please, remember who you are and who you want to be.
the girl saw the green bottle on the chair. it was a milky color and smelled sweet tilting the bottle she tipped it onto the floor. I slowly dripped out and burned through the floor.
poison will not penetrate where there is no wound. sage advice she thought as she peeled back layers and layers of their years together. the poison bubbling beneath the surface. every betrayal, every slight, every lie, was just below the surface as she packed a lifetime of memories into cardboard boxes
kills people and animals. harry potter. potions. bug sprays and.. alcohol can also be poison? rat poison! poison ivy. snakes, venom.
Poison came from a glass bottle in a white powder form. She spooned a spoonful into his coffee and stirred. She knew it would take only a few seconds to kill him, and those would be the best, from when he realized what was happening to when it was over. But she knew all along, because she was first person omniscient.
things that make you sick. some people have poison in their blood and in their heart. the poison apple off of Snow White. Poison spells in little capsules of glass that people wear around their neck. something horrible and bad. yuck. death. the color purple or red. something dark.
I never thought it would come to this. The last choice: eat the poison apple and die, or starve and die. What would i rather? I am so, so hungry. It’s been days since food. But if i eat the apple, there is a 75% it is a poison one sent out by the government to decrease population numbers. What has this world come to?
a deadly concoction of chemicals that is fatal when injested and can also be harmful to skin poison can also be mild like rat poison
Her look was poison to him, her eyes giving him his answer without her mouth having to engage in any way. He turned, she dropped her venomous gaze, and they returned to work.
At the present moment I feel that my mother is like poison to me. Every phone call is negative, im not living to the expectations of this woman. I’m trying my hardest. What else can I do to make her happy?
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it kills
your insecurity is poison for me
please dont make me toxic myself with the poison of not having you
jelousy is poison
i dont want poison for you nor for me
i l
Your words are poison masked as love. You are a beautiful liar. Sickening. I believed you and you threw me away immediately after. How do you sleep at night? Seriously.
poison is literally like a bottle with a skull and crossbones on it, but it can also be used in many other ways like a verb, to poison someone against another, is to turn them against them. poison is bad, because of what it does to you, and to another person.
Words can be poison. Biting, and bitter, tasting bad in your mouth long after they’ve been said or maybe even longer after you have heard others say them. Vile and terrible, they have such power, sticking with you in your head for years.
sometimes you only have a few seconds to write about something and when you feel most pressure is when you can least think about something to write about, so you start to write silly things like i am doing right now and then you feel like you are not the only one in the world who feels like you do. poison is bad for you. the end.
When i was a young girl my classmates start using the word “posion” as an adjective. That’s so poison, it was like: thats so cool! I havent heard that word in a few years (as an adejective).
My eyes burned, crusted over with too much salt. I could feel the now-familiar sensation climbing up my throat, collecting in a large lump at the back of my mouth. My tongue felt too big for the space. I swallowed. It didn’t help. It never had. Glancing at the little yellow pill in my hand, I knew by now that it was the only way to reverse things. To make things right again. I’d gone over the situation too many times to count, and this was the best way. I allowed myself a split second to remember his face. His eyes. His hands as they held me.
Too soon. I had remembered him too soon. The memories kept flooding in. His eyes, hard, glazed over without looking at me. A large white door, slamming in my face, lips, forming words I didn’t want to hear. Nights not filled with enough sleep, mornings filled with violent retching that brought up the food I never ate. My body quaking with shivers I couldn’t stop no matter how hard I tried. The sound of my heart breaking. Everywhere, absolute hatred for everyone except the one who caused me pain.
The yellow pill.
And then, ah, welcome darkness.
deadly and very bad can be used in many different ways i also think of pesticides i guess because they are so poisonous, poison can be inflicted om unsuspecting people
You are a poison. You make me feel sick. Love sick. Yes, you have that power that poison has, you kill slowly and gentle, but I don’t care. I’ll drink it all.
The poison dripped off my lips; one drop then two. By the third drop I fell to the floor and I saw my body as I floated up as whatever I was now. As I hovered up above the earth I looked back at myself and the tiny bottle in my now cold hand. I wondered to myself if it was really worth it. I mused until I became a tiny speck and until I could see myself no longer.
what a terrible thing to say! I would never poison him. I loved him. Can’t you understand that? does love mean anything to you people? Why don’t you stop wasting my time and ask some pertinent questions. Love is real, you know. For real.
It is the common problem in children stories. It’s a song. It is bad. poison is an interesting word to spell–P-O-I-S-O-N. See, I told you. And when you think about the word you mostly see negative images, like in snow white, a poisoned apple.
Poison has many forms. Some are disguised as red apples…
You are poison. You make me feel sick. Love sick. Yes, you have that power that poison has, you kill slowly and gentle, but I don’t care. I’ll drink it all. I’ll drink you all.
Her only choice was poison. The question was what kind? It had to be undetectable. Something no one would think to look for. Something that wouldn’t show any suspicious signs. Her knowledge of poison was limited. It was time to do some research that couldn’t be traced.
Poison, the poison I taste on your lips, laces the apple red.
Wouldn’t you love if I fell like Snow White, slumbered in your bed?
I miss the tragedy of love, in ways.
I want happiness though.
I’m confused
how did this come from this word at all?
the apple, it’s a killer,
evil’s weapon meant to still her.
Without cause or reason,
except a cruel queen’s act of treason.
He then swolled the poisen. Making him choke and turn an akward color. He was dying right in front of our eyes and we stood there and watched. We watched with joy and smuggle expressions on our faces. This man, who we did not know, was now on our hit list. We are the XX crew.
…like a poison….a single touch makes me so weak…pumped by my heart, she flows slowly through my blood stream…she says the right things, and my sight becomes blurry…I forget the present, and the past starts reoccurring…
Your hatred and your vile words; your theories and your ideas. Your search for the hidden message or purpose are all poison to me. You are a cancerous poisonous thing that eats away at my happiness. I have an antidote…you are gone.
never trust a big butt and a smile.
i held the poison in my cold hands. the day was longer than i would have expected, or wanted. i couldnt be a murder, but i would be the advocate. convince him, presuade him that he was killing me. he was, and i loved him. but i loved myself more and i gave into my selfishness and evil thoughts.
poison is bad for you. dont drink it or have anything to do with it because it will be bad and harmul for anyone that consumes it. stay away from it because being close to tha will bring you problems. You shouldn’t do it because life is too good to get killed too soon.
I think a lot about what’s poisoning society. Drugs, alcohol, sex, greed. Where does it all come from? And why are we so prone to it? Why can’t we all practice love? What’s the harm in that? We’re far better off that way…
She’s poison in my veins.
The difference between night and day.
Her skin is inside my own; pressed up against the edge-
ready to jump, whenever I say.
this is death and grossness and there are many ways to use it i picture white and sleep and lots of yuck