Poison Writing

44 creative works found

  • poison & sunlit fur
    by bellmusker

    You buy your first stilettos, four inches high and fire engine red. You can’t quite strut in them yet, but you will.

    The world breaks everyone, and many are strong at the broken places. / Ernest Hemingway I hid this for a long time. Mostly because I sent it off to a publisher, but also because it’s without a doubt my most personal piece on RB. It was accepted by the publisher and recently I read it aloud at the book launch. Yasemin Sumner (who also had a story published in the same book) and Luckyvegetable said my voice didn’t tremble at all. I think they were being kind. After all, when you read your diary out to a room full of strangers, you’re allowed to shake a bit.

  • red earth funeral
    by Jessica Tremp

    he could see the eyes growing wider and wider, the whites showing like sharks teeth

    I don’t know about this one. It’s a bit sticky on the fingertips. Constantly there but the words won’t come out…

  • in that lilac mind, in that purple heart
    by oneperfectkiss

    did I really live there in such quiet grace / in that cold and lonely place / with my art gifts and youthful beauty / like some mystery fa…

    A dangerous season. A time to forgive and forget.

  • ripe
    by bellmusker

    One lick of the darkness / Eyes closed, mouth open

    This is for the Melbourne Writers’ Meeting in April – the theme is feast, and all that entails.

  • ~ two prickles ~
    by adgray

    two prickles / either will hurt / neither gives / any alert

    the very talented Mr Paul Rees-Jones posted a very true picture of nature vs man made Nettles on Barbs / these words was my warning in my head I thought you’d like to hear them too! / Simply “DON’T TOUCH EITHER” / Chookas! ♥

  • Dolphin Hearts and Poison Pen
    by mstrace

    I am a wound. I am my pen that bleeds.

    Once upon a time I took a pretty intense writing class. One of the exercises was to write about a powerful childhood memory. The thinking being, that once you began to write about the memory, adhering to the class code of applying vivid imagery, that eventually you’d move down into a deeper voice of writing, and the story would open up and morph into some kind of poetry written in a more authentic voice. Feeling as if I was going to crawl out of my skin today, I assigned myself this very same exercise. The piece of rambling turpentine to your left is what came out. I feel as if I’ve lost my voice, my muse, even my sense of humor. I await only for the the thing to come knocking at my door that will set forth the pirate in me. And on a beautiful treasure hunt I will go.

  • Fear of the Dark - Chapter One
    by warmonger62

    Teeth and claws, nails and razors, fangs and beady glowing eyes.

    Fear of the Dark / Warmonger62 Chapter 1

  • Ruthless Before Lightning Which Comes After Roar
    by mstrace

    opening as I am / as I do, as I must / with every thrust / my hard hearted ways to your black autumn lust

    This is third installment of my Storm series. The first can be found here and second can be found here I almost always remember my dreams. Sometimes they are bizarre, sometimes full of horror, or sometimes crazy erotic. But always, almost always they are so vivid it can take awhile upon wakening to shake them off. This was one such dream…so lucid and visceral and real. I woke up with such an ache in my groin I cannot tell you. Sucks to be single sometimes. Anyhow…I hope you enjoy.

  • Door Ajar
    by Jeannette Sheehy

    Toxic-Tony I called him.The zingers he flung at me on a regular basis cut, tore and ground like broken grass into my fragility. Another d…

    For Star Twister 49 – Door Ajar 345 Words

  • the way to numbers is backwards
    by ENaLu

    then she took the loaded gun / she tried to forget / and fired at the past shot the centre of it’s heart

    When memory isn’t held accountable / when memory forgets to buy bullets

  • Love Letter
    by Priyanka Joseph

    Dearest, _I wanted to write to and tell you of how I long for the moment when we will be together again. The cold winds pace, howlin…

    arsenic works quickly, and is delicate—So delicate that I could paint my lips with it, and kiss you as is our wont, and you would die in my arms, as I would live…

  • Remedy after drinking the poison
    by JOHN WELLS

    yet so alive and for a while dancing on my toungue / analogy of fire as i consume the entirety of your embers / rest now and let it be the …

    Generaly i was aiming for a multi-descriptive thirst promoting artform / overlayed by a dash of temptation one might say i could eat the words and become the taster of the art.

  • Smiley Face
    by mtda

    Was that a smile on my face? / Nope, just a grin

    Who freakin knows? Caroline Wood and Heather got me thinking and this is what came out…

  • Sting
    by Adrena87

    love stings like an angry bee

  • Who Fuck You!

  • Genetically Modified Food - Panacea or poison
    by paul romanowski

    “Genetically Modified Food – Panacea or poison” SOME RELAY EDUCATIONAL INFORMATION.

    Genetically Modified Food – Panacea or poison# SOME RELAY EDUCATIONAL INFORMATION.

  • venomous green eyed monster
    by susan davies

    tossing its head in anger and jealous rage

    feelings for a jealous rant

  • All Through the House - with apologees to Clement Clarke Moore
    by lightsmith

    A little grey mouse, contorted with pain. / Trying to flee, trying in vain.

    Who cares about a mouse?

  • Sweet Death
    by lightsmith

    Every year he’d dreamt of doing it; Every year he’d planned to do it; But he never had. Never. Until now. He’d checked his appearanc…

    Trick or Treat can work both ways. / And Death can be Sweet. PROMPT: Halloween Sweets / WORD COUNT : 675

  • Light Shown On Lie....
    by Amber Elizabeth Fromm Donais

    Your Poison…Bitter / Taste,Broken Is Love / Yes,Broken Again…

    Bitter Is Taste Of Loves Resentment

  • Die With Me
    by Matt Roberts

    Die with me… in my arms / Can you hear that deathly calm? / Place your hand upon my chest / As I lay us down to rest

    This is a poem about two lovers killing themselves to be together eternally.

  • Phlebotomy: Poison Veins
    by delilahdesanges

    And ink, my blood, calls back the void

    I’ll say this much for writer’s block; it produces some scary poetry.

  • the poison of jealousy
    by greeneyedlady

    i know the dance you do / for i’ve danced it with you / the heavy pulse of desire / that hangs on the heart like stone…

  • POISON AND CAGES
    by JaneAParis

    I am a prisoner with no key / you cannot see the bars / but they are there all the time / you cannot see the scars / the scars are painful / ...

    Poison and cages… “POISON AND CAGES” was featured in the group Bits and Pieces July 2008

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