Post any quotes or poems that can well represent, describe the characteristics, traits, ways of, etc. or anything that hit the spot on your Scorpionic mind.
Some scorps are sweet like candy
others are really big & mean
some even look like dandies
best dressers you´ve ever seen
Some scorps like to tussle
and others live their life in peace
one or two likes a good hustle
some even move to Greece
Some scorps are just chillin´
out on their sunny lawn
others are ready & willing
while one or two just yawn...
Unsu...yes, you do have a tidy way of putting things. i would bet Sandi writes poetry. Now, whether is private or public, i would not know. Im terrible at poetry, but the last two times i have been in love, i got them with a poem. Apparently the poet only comes out during times of duress of love.
I think the poetry gene skipped my generation. My dad and grandfather both wrote poetry and painted. I've tried, but I'd rather work with my hands and body - building sculpture, making jewelry and dancing. 3d
I do like poetry, or rather, I like poetic behaviors, visuals and happenings.
i miss making poems, i've abandoned my rhythm and rhyme;
but this subject is not at home, it's good for another time.
(you can tell that i'm drunk. i haven't put limits on my partying this weekend. somebody flipped my destruction switch and i had fun with it.)
anyway, i will find you a good poem, Enigma.
Some scorps drown the silence in crowd
Not even echo is allowed
Others embrace the celestial silence
The language of orbiting spheres.
Some scorps swallow the burning Sun like mango,
The Sweet sinning possession.
Others bath in the summer warmth
The peaceful solar tenderness.
Some scorps think fairness means farewell
Failwhales live in one-way well.
Others juggle light and darkness
Hustle between live and death.
No big deal.
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Pretty much any poem by Emily Dickinson pushes my Scorp Rising buttons.
Heart, we will forget him,
You and I, tonight!
You must forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.
When you have done pray tell me,
Then I, my thoughts, will dim.
Haste! ‘lest while you’re lagging
I may remember him!
If you were coming in the fall,
I'd brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn,
As housewives do a fly.
If I could see you in a year,
I'd wind the months in balls,
And put them each in separate drawers,
Until their time befalls.
If only centuries delayed,
I'd count them on my hand,
Subtracting till my fingers dropped
Into Van Diemen's land.
If certain, when this life was out,
That yours and mine should be,
I'd toss it yonder like a rind,
And taste eternity.
But now, all ignorant of the length
Of time's uncertain wing,
It goads me, like the goblin bee,
That will not state its sting.
I measure every grief I meet
With analytic eyes;
I wonder if it weighs like mine,
Or has an easier size.
I wonder if they bore it long,
Or did it just begin?
I could not tell the date of mine,
It feels so old a pain.
I wonder if it hurts to live,
And if they have to try,
And whether, could they choose between,
They would not rather die.
I wonder if when years have piled--
Some thousands--on the cause
Of early hurt, if such a lapse
Could give them any pause;
Or would they go on aching still
Through centuries above,
Enlightened to a larger pain
By contrast with the love.
I love to have dainties pinched in my claw, I like my sex hot, sordid and raw
If you are my friend you will have me for life , especially if chosen as husband or wife
If cross me or hurt me, if you make me cry,
I will graphically plot the way you will die
If out of me an enemy make,
Best never to sleep for revenge I shall take
I've always liked "Still waters run deep"
I've been inspired to many poems by a Scorpio man, the only man who's ever inspired me to poetry
I must've been crazy
to walk away from you
I love you so much
A foolish game we play
Nobody is winning
Love is losing
Why do we chose this way?
The roughest road?
Because it was the easiest, most simplistic route
I want to be with you
That's all I ever wanted
That's all I meant to say
That's all I was trying to do
One slip and we got stuck
Caught up in my pride
You did the same
We saved all of our precious pride, but at what cost?
Even my pride is head over fuckin heals in love with you!
How long can this go on?
I miss you
I have a lot of love inside of me and I think it belongs to you,
So I'm gonna hold on to it, until I'm able to give it to you
Just like in my dreams.
I want to quote from a song called "Four Kicks" by Kings of Leon:
"This party's over-rated
But there ain't shit else to do!
She's a-lovin' on a boy from the city
I'll be lovin' him under my shoe!!!"
omg I am now so obsessed with the band.
not healthy is it..?