Pink supernovas
call monarchs to crawl;
poison milk drops from
broken green breast.
Fields flicker with rivers
of afternoon latex.
O fluent wound,
this is a poor man's Lethe.
There are better ways
to forget what happened
than the annihilating
milkweed cripples.

i am so desperate for his affection
that if he held out a cup of poison
i would've accepted it with glee
convincing myself the burn it left
was his dose of warmth for me

I cast the muse into the sea
to wake her from a peaceful sleep.
This poet’s quill is void of ink;
it needs her words to strike the page.

She’ll fight the waves Poseidon sends
til Sirens drive her back to shore
to sip an oleander brew
and hoist the cup of Socrates.

Bring wolfsbane and a death morel!
Bring nightshade and curare too!
We’ll fatten her with woe and pain!
We’ll ready her for war and hate!

She’ll writhe and quiver, seethe and foam
until she spews her putrid verse
upon the blackened sands of time
from which men’s darkest dreams are built.

And when the gods are satisfied,
when Ares’ sword has slashed and burned,
this poisoned pen will rest at last.
Calliope shall sleep once more.

My tongue gives so much pleasure with honey flavoured praise
She bears ripe fruit and drips with perfumed sap
If you merit her attention she’ll treat you with delight

Her touch is warm and tender
If she is cherished…

Right?

She’s tamed to speak with merit but there is no guarantee
She won’t spout bitter venom if you’ve wounded me

Men have tried to tame her with strength and brutal lust
They met with bitter poison

Killing lust forever…

Cursed!

Poison is a woman's weapon-
venomous like a snake.

It won't **** you
all at once
like the brute force of his hands.
Instead, it takes you slowly-
deteriorating your sense of self
making you wish for death.
Death that brings end to dying.

she has no moral qualms
when it comes to you and all your wrongs.
she only knows betrayal
and that's enough for her.

Cold hands underneath my body.
Fingers rapidly grasping my arm longing for me to stay
I shake off any affection given to me.
“Poison,
Get away from me” I hear one of my voices telling me.
Maybe I am right, or maybe I’m wrong
I can’t deny the feeling of confusion mixed with anger and
sadness.
We’re all nonexistent species wanting to be loved so badly
by someone else because we cannot fully absorb the
concept of being alone.
We are made of single I’s.
We are two different souls that
will never ever know the other person anyway..

Whisper vices in your ear
While I paint you in virtues
There you are, my poison apple
Shining with a red of bloodiest hues

Poison is not a chemical
It is a thing in our hearts
It's not there from the beginning
But it can tear us apart

Children get it from the social media
Where it is shared in trends
By frustrated, evil souls
The poison never ends

The one you get in lab
May leave a yellow stain
The one we get in stores
May give us physical pain
Strong poison may
May melt iron ore
But the one in our hearts
Can melt a nation's very core

A bee's dung sure hurts
A snake bite may **** a man
May lead to increased palpitations
What about the human poison
It can destroy an entire civilisations

I'll tell you a little secret
There was once it's antidote
(i.e. love). But it wasn't profitable
So they don't make it anymore.

I’m a slave to you
You’re a slave to drugs
We’re both poisoned by the things we touch
Don’t you think
It’d be better for us
if we broke this triangle of love

It’s a choice we make
The decision we take
But if Mandy comes
I’ll be replaced
Give me something to hug
Give me something to take
I don’t wanna be in this much pain

I want you to be addicted to me
the way you are to her
But I’m not gonna stop you
We’re both guilty in our own ways
I understand you because
I’m doing just the same