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Poison.
Write a descriptive poem about something poisonous, and its effect on its target. This could be literal or metaphorical.
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there’s a shovel in my hands
and grass stains on my knees
I’m going out digging
(I’m going out burying)
the moon is high in the sky
and low in the dewdrops,
there are crickets singing in the grass
(they don’t know what I’ve done)
I dug a hole six feet deep,
with crickets the only sound,
and I buried you there
(I buried you there)
there by the old oak swing,
there by the dried-up creek,
there wh...
You‘re toxic
I‘ve always known this
But I could never seem to resist
Cause you‘re like a drug
Making me feel such highs
But always followed by much deeper lows
You‘re toxic
Poisoning my insides
Destroying my dignity
Talking my self-respect
Never going to give it back
Drowning me in my own tragidy
You‘re toxic
Controlling me like im yours to control
Obsessive
Posessive
Making me fall deeper...
Today, he told me he loved me.
Love, an emotion that makes you feel free.
It caught him by surprise, slowly but surely.
It twisted his will rather obscurely.
That overpowering emotion.
Seeping deep into his bones.
What a rather funny notion!
It crept through his veins.
His rationale, his reasoning, even his mind.
None of it remains.
Love has twisted inside him.
Taking hold of h...
The needle has fallen,
You are under my skin.
There is no one to blame,
Because I let you in.
Warned of your bitter taste,
Now sweet upon my lips.
Nothing could compare to what
This deadly drug inflicts.
The poison engulfs me,
Running hot through my veins.
Its deafening chaos,
Drowning thoughts in my brain.
All alone now with you,
I can finally see,
It is in your sweet numbness,
I'm eternally f...
Your “love” was poison
Crept into my veins
Your “love” trapped me
Wrists bound by invisible strains
Why couldn’t I notice?
Your “love” was fake
Even if I thought it was true
I should have known it would break
Your “love” nearly choked me
Hands pressing against my throat
All while singing a song
But you never hit the right note
Your “love” is a killer
Lurking in the night
I was your victim
...
When a seed
Is planted
It takes months
To grow
**_When I placed
The syringe into you
You were asleep
Unaware_**
During those months
The seed must be given
Plenty of sunshine
And rain
**_I fed the creature
Inside of you
Through the food
That I cooked_**
When a bud
Pops out the ground
Then you know
You have a growing plant
**_When you first started coughing
I knew it was working
The dark, bla...
Felt the sharp pain,
Drop,
Dropping to the floor.
My blood dripping down.
I look down,
everything’s red.
It’s staring to become white.
My breath hitches,
The part stitches.
I feel the longing.
More,
I need more,
Give me more.
Pain, as sharp as thousands knife’s,
Yet longing.
A longing,
For something so impure.
I need it,
It’s calming,
Reframing it,
So twisted.
So twisted to seek comfort,...
Hey.
I know you don’t know me.
And you never will.
But you’re amazing.
No matter what.
anyone else thinks.
Though I’ll never.
Apply good advice to myself.
The world was cruel to me.
Even though I was.
So kind..
Death.
Dead.
Silent.
Silence.
Peace.
Maybe.
Slash.
Fall.
I can’t.
Your me.
I’m nothing.
I try.
Stop.
Stop.
Stop.
Stop.
Stop.
Stop.
Stop.
Stop.
Stop.
Stop.
Stop.
Stop.
STOP.
STOP.
STOP...
My mind is poison.
Self destructive, killing me slowly.
My mind is poison.
My thoughts are poison.
Self deprecating, making me doubt.
My thought are poison.
My mouth is poison.
Self sabotaging, hurting everyone.
My mouth is poison.
My body is poison.
Self mutilating, inflicting pain.
My body is poison....
you forced your way into my mind.
Seeped into my vains and tainted my blood.
A sensation both deadly and kind.
A tide that gently rises then builds into a flood.
You whispered in my ear
promises you never intended to keep.
You warmed me with fire and blanketed me with fear,
and put all my strident thoughts to sleep.
So i lie still as your poison claims me.
Az it erases and rewrites.
A p...
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