CrimsonEye Jul 6
I wasnt supposed to be thinking about you this much
After only one encounter
The way you looked so vulnerable to me when i stared at you
The way you smiled when i gave you those stones
The way you let me touch your scars
That trust given freely
You dont realise that you intimidate me
So i hide behind my smile and pretend im so comfortable
So smooth and so secure
You made me feel powerful and weak all at once
Like i was sinking into a warm emerald sea and hoping i would drown
Here i am
Astrological sign: Scorpio
Suffering: Depression, Anxiety, Brain Tumor, and Psychotic
Future: Lawyer
Name: Kirsten Hunt

                         With love,
Pao May 29
my hands shake in your touch
your perfume lingers in my mind
i'm in a constant loop
of wanting to kiss you
and wanting you to explore my body  

oh girls, they make your knees tremble
kissing you softly around your chest
tenderly picking at your skin
begging for more

oh girls, they leave you breathless in the summer night
their hips swaying on the dance floor
hypnotic, leaving you speechless

i'm in a constant loop
of wanting to kiss you
and wanting to explore your body
hypnotic, you leave me speechless

i want it
i want it

temptation is my weakness
the devil is my witness
What can I say, girls are magical and loving girls is beautiful. This is for all the folks with scorpio mars placements.
They say the squeekiest wheel get fix
And the loudest baby get the attention
But when it comes to love they forgot to mention
That the quiet ones are desperately in need
I yearn fix, I want your attention, Im just discrete
I exsist and want your love, so don’t forget about me.
Deep Fear of opening up to another.  still healing wounds from the last battle I lost. War called Love.
I suffocate in my reality of living
I'd rather much be anywhere but here
If this is hell then I must agree it's a beautiful mess oppose to the heavens that others speak of that I've yet seen.
My thoughts are like sparrows within the winds of this hell and a tale to be told and not heard
I'd rather much be dying of nothing oppose to dying with complications of analysing life by it's consistent source of energy and what comes in every package
I'm a empty glass of water and a struggle for myself to drink from and yet I'd rather be the dirt that grows weeds to be pulled from
My insight is valued as nothing more than a sight that's obvious... Life is a nightmare to sleep on when everyday ends the same with the same thoughts.
To tell many of you the truth that reads this I truly rather be trapped within my sleep other than be here with any of you.
Living deprives you of your last even when you gain more
By: leory Santana dawn
Time: 5:38pm
Hollywood Florida
Jesha Apr 26
All these lies and smiles I eat
Rest in my head like the tombs of the dead
And make a tally in mind, I keep
For the time comes soon, I shall shed
The decay that stains dry lips black
And Pollocks the mountains of my cheeks
Like webs of a spider, left unchecked
A scorn of thorns I will mete
For each scar of a promise unkept
Has nested a home in my dried-up heart
And unlike you, for whom I've wept
Their bitter voices keep me warm

Betrayal grips me like a forgotten lover
I dance in your demise, and rise - untethered.
Once upon a time I was forced into following rules & writing a sonnet for homework...
Queen of passion
Broken through love
She who gives all
Surely loses it all

Passions burning flame
No other flame may withstand
Burning out
Flame versus flame

Sad socrpio
You let a dull match in
Twig with no spark
Stealing your fire
Dulling her shine

Sad Scorpio, you know
Flame dulled
Stolen fire, a burning rage
Sad scorpio

Broken by a dull stick
Dull stick
Calls you dull

Sad Scorpio
Sad, sad Scorpio
Wishing to burn
She has been robbed

Flame stolen
Flame that once burned
All who challenged

Sad Scorpio
Steal your flame back
You let him burn

He won't reignite your flame
He burns you
Burns you up
Yet you stay, sad Scorpio

Says he is the only one
Who will keep you warm
He burns you

Sad Scorpio
Steal your flane
Let him dwindle
Shine again
Work in progress, bit of a train of thought
Issan Op Mar 4
“I am free”
My icy wings tearing through the dark blue sky, the
permafrosted landscape below me getting smaller and
farther away and the Sun, its warm, amber rays glistening
on the horizon, beckoning me with its warm touch.
I look back-
Every second counts
I look back-
I see your cold eyes
Frozen pits of mud, obsidian, sparkling like diamonds and
just as hard.
Body of steel.
No blood,
No life,
Froze my wings with your poison tail, your vicious words
covered in sugar, stabbing.
Stole my heart
Oh how frail I was.
I look back-
At the small castle we built, the fireworks, the rose garden,
the old dusty freight, the dim light of the bar where I asked
you to be mine, the bamboo princess (I still have your
pillow), the food trucks and that homeless guy who is
probably dead, the pictures, the mix-tape, the color yellow,
No Doubt, the empty movie theater, the Moon in
Sagittarius where we held each other so close and you
said I smelled of patchouli and that caused me to feel
happiness because it is one of my favorite scents and I
was so glad you liked it too, the warms nights in your cold,
cold room and your hands, your hands…
Will never freeze my wings again.
I look back-
I became human for you and you acted as if I were just
some pigeon or robin or pheasant, you acted
As if our castle
Was made of sand,
Meant to be dissolved.
But how would I know?
The language you speak is all ones and zeros,
The feelings you feel are all bones and marrows
And I am blood
I am skin
I am emotion, Venus
The beauty within.
I look back-
-at you Pluto
Not even a planet
Cold and frozen with eyes of granite
Wires and copper made up your soul
And unfeeling data rules your flow.
I look back-
I asked you how you felt and received
An error four-oh-four.
That process never mattered to me,
Yet always left me craving more.
I look back-
Were my emotions not obvious?
Or were your feelings ambiguous
Intent so dubious
You viewed me as frivolous
Yet you’re continuous
With your cold touch so ferrous
I could understand…
I look back-
Scorpion, you’ll be okay.
As you sit in your world,
All alone, just like you intended,
You let your past rule you.
I look back-
How could we be friends?
Lovers to friends
From seeing the universe inside of someone
To just hanging out once, maybe twice a week.
No, we cannot be friends because that’s just weird.
I look forward-
The Sun has set.
My wings so cold
They’ll thaw and heal in time
And then, Scorpion, maybe we’ll see each other again.
(Good things happen in time, great things happen in
SeaChel Feb 13
Aquarius Sun
Capricorn Rising
Scorpio Moon
This combination is antagonizing.

Detached all around,
yet intense emotions still rise.
Head and heart always fighting;
there's no compromise.

I can give zero fucks
and care more than I should too.
Though screw me over once and
I'll bid you adieu.

Although it is taxing
I wouldn't change anything at all
This is who I am,
I just have to endure the inner brawl.
Definitely a mixture I would not wish on anyone, but I still love it because it makes me who I am.
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