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A hero and a spirit of death both hunters looking for their path on the first look they don't make any change both looking to prove themselves but there's only one way to take the others life away one with a mission, without any discussions and one with glory and fame kleos we name but what if there was a world without the pressure a golden treasure where everything is different… maybe the myth didn't mean to end his life but just about opening his eyes they could be friends without an end
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Jun 8, 2025
Jun 8, 2025 at 7:18 AM UTC
Orion and the scorpion
from a pegasus, i was a feather plucked. drifting through the air, i wonder where my right hand went. when i clench my fist, there’s nothing there and as my eyes roam the room, there’s not another soul in sight. alone in the cold, shelter had to forcibly be found. fleeing through the flames, my stinger fell away as a charred and scarred phoenix emerged. aware to the deterioration of the world. the anger and pain ran down the line, until the line met me. i’m different but i’m still growing.
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Sep 14, 2021
Sep 14, 2021 at 6:46 PM UTC
gr0wth
She wore a Golden Salamander (brooch) That's quite a lizard you got there, I said "Lizard!" she replied quite affronted, "that's no lizard, that's my Golden, my Golden Salamander", So what does it stand for then this, this Golden Salamander, I asked " What does it stand for, my Golden Salamander!!! ", she almost shrieked, " it stands for Strength, Courage and Fortitude, qualities you've probably never even heard of! " O! I replied, I thought it might have meant you were just one slippery customer, "Well, what creature would you have to encapsulate your qualities I wonder", she said, "I bet you have none". O! But I do, I said surprising her, and then...then I whipped it out, hidden behind my shirt, a necklace, I showed it to her. " It's...it's a Scorpion ", she said, No! I corrected her, it's...it's a Black Scorpion She gave a little gasp, and then she started to stammer " You... you're... you're not Him, are you, you're not the... the real...the real Black Scorpion " Guilty as charged I answered with a little bow, at your service Mom, Well suddenly her glass, it fell to the floor as her hands they rushed to cradle her face And then she let out this fearful roar "It's!... It's the Black Scorpion!!!" Suddenly the whole room it went quiet, all the music and chatter coming to an abrupt halt as every head turned in our direction Then the next moment... Sheer Pandemonium had broken out As glasses were tossed aside, tables and chairs overturned as a hundred frenzied guests scrambled toward the door to get out But...but it was too late, Me! I'd already...farted You see I wasn't really The Black Scorpion at all, I'd only been pretending, messing about Secretly all the time, all along I'd really been just...yea! I'd just been The Blue Skunk, The Blue Skunk in disguise.
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Mar 17, 2021
Mar 17, 2021 at 4:56 PM UTC
The Golden Salamander (The Blue Skunk Strikes Again)
She wore a Golden Salamander (brooch) That's quite a lizard you got there, I said "Lizard!" she replied quite affronted, "that's no lizard, that's my Golden, my Golden Salamander", So what does it stand for then this, this Golden Salamander, I asked " What does it stand for, my Golden Salamander!!! ", she almost shrieked, " it stands for Strength, Courage and Fortitude, qualities you've probably never even heard of! " O! I replied, I thought it might have meant you were just one slippery customer, "Well, what creature would you have to encapsulate your qualities I wonder", she said, "I bet you have none". O! But I do, I said surprising her, and then...then I whipped it out, hidden behind my shirt, a necklace, I showed it to her. " It's...it's a Scorpion ", she said, No! I corrected her, it's...it's a Black Scorpion She gave a little gasp, and then she started to stammer " You... you're... you're not Him, are you, you're not the... the real...the real Black Scorpion " Guilty as charged I answered with a little bow, at your service Mom, Well suddenly her glass, it fell to the floor as her hands they rushed to cradle her face And then she let out this fearful roar "It's!... It's the Black Scorpion!!!" Suddenly the whole room it went quiet, all the music and chatter coming to an abrupt halt as every head turned in our direction Then the next moment... Sheer Pandemonium had broken out As glasses were tossed aside, tables and chairs overturned as a hundred frenzied guests scrambled toward the door to get out But...but it was too late, Me! I'd already...farted You see I wasn't really The Black Scorpion at all, I'd only been pretending, messing about Secretly all the time, all along I'd really been just...yea! I'd just been The Blue Skunk, The Blue Skunk in disguise.
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Strange object at sundown Brittle heart Living off the salt Fighting for survival Faithful as dogs Broken as rock The soil taking its soul In the blaze of the sun Stinging itself to death
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Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 3:28 PM UTC
Day of the Scorpion
*It will sting; sedative, seductive, relaxing your body down soft. Bittersweet poison, burning away what no longer serves you. I invade. I melt inside of you, mending ourselves. What’s you is me, what is me is now you. A melted identity. Bittersweet, togetherness. To know I am always there. To feel unison, undivided. To see truth and trust. You taste me addictively; trickling acid down your tongue. You hear my whispered sweet nothings, covering the sizzling of my work. I am passion; Pouring my heart and soul into everything and everyone. I am the Scorpion’s sting. Will you love me?*
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Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 1:51 AM UTC
Do You Want My Love?
>>>>                                                                            x                                       x x                                     x x x                                  x x x x x                                               ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::            :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::;::::::::::::::::::::::::: Never can it move::::like thunder or lightning it goes slow, but sure:::::treading its own path brave, strong and patient:::in facing its ordeals they don't want to sting:::unless when needed they want to be left alone::::but, alert:::::::ready to protect and defend itself:::::with less action when trapped or driven up a dead end:::::it is more composed::::::it knows when to explode ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: ::::a scorpion can quickly paralyze its victim::: ::::::::::::::::::::with its own venom::::::::::::::::::::::::: ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::it is said,:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: human beings have innate venoms or weapons i don't know if i have one:::or what it could do i only know, i can hardly harm anyone::::::::but like any other creature:::::::i will defend myself :::::::::::when my safety is compromised::::::::::     :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::       :::::::::::::::::::: i am a scorpio ::::::::::::::::::::           ::::::::::::::::what about you?:::::::::::::                what could be your venom?                  ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::                      :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::                         :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::                                 x x x x x                                     x x x                                      x x                                        x                            Sally © Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan October 23, 2017
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Jun 5, 2019
Jun 5, 2019 at 9:48 PM UTC
VENOM
>>>>                                                                            x                                       x x                                     x x x                                  x x x x x                                               ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::            :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::;::::::::::::::::::::::::: Never can it move::::like thunder or lightning it goes slow, but sure:::::treading its own path brave, strong and patient:::in facing its ordeals they don't want to sting:::unless when needed they want to be left alone::::but, alert:::::::ready to protect and defend itself:::::with less action when trapped or driven up a dead end:::::it is more composed::::::it knows when to explode ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: ::::a scorpion can quickly paralyze its victim::: ::::::::::::::::::::with its own venom::::::::::::::::::::::::: ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::it is said,:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: human beings have innate venoms or weapons i don't know if i have one:::or what it could do i only know, i can hardly harm anyone::::::::but like any other creature:::::::i will defend myself :::::::::::when my safety is compromised::::::::::     :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::       :::::::::::::::::::: i am a scorpio ::::::::::::::::::::           ::::::::::::::::what about you?:::::::::::::                what could be your venom?                  ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::                      :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::                         :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::                                 x x x x x                                     x x x                                      x x                                        x                            Sally © Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan October 23, 2017
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Have you ever felt the pain from the sting of a scorpion? It burns and sets in so quickly then eventually leaves you numb. Takes away your breath and makes it hard for you to breathe. May cause illusions and confusion till you're left sinking deeper into the sunken place. Oh, mind your steps and protect your heart cuz if you're ever caught slipping, they'll wait for the perfect time then pierce you right where the tenderness is. Beautiful and magnificent, yet dangerous and unpredictabl... They pull you in till you've become one of them, then leave you searching for your soul. Every now and then run your fingers across your scars; They're there to remind you of what's been done and exactly who they are. If ever you come across a scorpion just admire from afar, take care and take heed in making sure that you're protecting your own heart. Cuz ain't no pain like the sting from a scorpion. It'll leave you lost, dazed and confused. Have you trying your best to not become numb.
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Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 7:56 PM UTC
Scorpion
There once was a scorpion who lived under a rock who dreamed every night that he was a hawk in dreams he would soar through the night's skies searching the seas for his most wanted prize there was always a scorpion who was truly a hawk but at the end of each night he would crawl under his rock He would continue to do this until he got his true wish that someday he would catch a lightning like fish There will be a bird who once was a hawk who lived as a scorpion under a rock a bird so colorful because he got his true wish that one day he'd catch a lightning like fish
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Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 11:17 PM UTC
Scorpion Hawk
it's three pm on a thursday. don't tell me you have anything planned other than to sit on the back porch killing flies and picking the skin off your fingers. i know it's humid and full of lime outside but sometimes it's good to have sour lungs, you know? breathe it in. come outside. an old old lady sat beside me at the bus stop. she was making a huge black and red and green and yellow blanket & told me it was for dreams. i didn't know what she meant so i nodded and offered to pay her bus fare. she was gone before i could look up and it made me think of cyclopes and orange peels i'll live in the ocean one day! for now, we're in glitter and rot, covered in murals and expensive tea none of us could afford. but one day i'll be a seagull too & i won't have to worry about the ground shaking anymore
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Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 10:20 PM UTC
you are like an old friend
Retraction You can't retract those words Like angry bees and scorpion stings That drive a wedge, Split the bonds that join at the hem And sever the ties that tie Those words don't lie You said what you said And pierced at the heart Five lambs to the slaughter By ruthless words Sticks and stones Surely break bones But bones will heal The heart will not Am I not yours? Do we live a lie? You're pretending And slowly breaking Ligaments that join us Bone to bone Flesh to flesh Though we be not yours Yours we are You can't retract those words Like angry bees and scorpion stings But the wedge is in your hands What will you do next? JM 4/16/17
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Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 8:20 AM UTC
Painful Words
Turn the lights off so that I may know you In this safe space, I invite you to indulge in our mutual vulnerability Feel protection in my arms as I guard your heart As I keep it warm between our chests Set your gaze to mine while you share with me your aspirations I yearn to experience them through the windows to your soul Share with me your fears so that I may put them to rest May this bed be a holy and sacred place for us May this bed be our confession booth free from ridicule May this bed be a tithing basket for you to receive love with no boundaries In this bed, allow divine pleasure to overwhelm you Let your ****** match the depth of your trust Let your tears turn to sweat that trickles down the valley of your spine Let your ****** fluids baptize you; cleanse you of any guilt Share with me your spiritual awakening As I receive communion with your raw, unfiltered, liquified emotion running down your body Toss out your bible, for the only religious text I need is your diary Allow me to tie every inch of your glorious body to a memory I wish not to **** but to love I wish to fulfill all your fetishistic urges For I know they are tied to a psychological yearning By the end of the night I wish to know every inch of your flesh I want the knowledge to be accompanied by the memories that make you, you And if I fail, there's always round two after we cuddle Tyler Castro 3/19/17
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Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 2:11 AM UTC
Scorpion's Best Night
Bless yourself, you ended up in my poetry. You call them poems, after all, and I'm sure you know this is as close as you'd get to having me. Cast away the demons you claim sleep under your bed. You know that even after making my skin crawl that you're all in my head. Father, son and holy ghost- The only thing I believe in are phantoms, but you already knew that didn't you. So what's so cathartic about the way you cleanse me of my sins? Do you mask mine in your own, does my purity make you feel clean? You're the darkest night when the stars don't want to be seen. Laying ice upon my spine you see that maybe I'm not right for your skies. You're stitches in my side from a crack that didn't show. You touched me to pieces but even you have to go.
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May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 4:28 PM UTC
Cracked
Eager flesh finds ways to claw in memories when nails are stripped to the skin. Find pieces left with torn edges like tragedies but don't let your demons in. Weave vines through your ribs and roses through your eyes, for this life you'll have to fare. Cemeteries feel so empty without your bones to bare. And I beg you to bury the parts of yourself that remain unclean. I only want your sin if its in between my sheets.
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May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 4:17 PM UTC
Scorpion
Like two scorpions in a bottle, The two wolves continue to fight. One holds never-ending dominance Relentlessly mocking and scolding. The slanderous one, better known as the chief The master, better known as my back bone. The other wolf; the sufferer, Facing the horror of the fire. Like luscious, vibrant air filled with beauty and self-worth With the intensity and beauty of a glowing golden sun, Glittering as it beams among the surface of the waters. The lustrous one, better known as my daydreams The lovely one, better known as my pure naked self. Like two scorpions in a bottle, There was a fight between evil and good. The winner; the one the operator chooses to feed, The winner; a display of my blindness. Blindness, lacking the sense of sight; sightless. Blind to the naked beauty and worth of the lovely wolf, The starving wolf. Like two scorpions in a bottle, The two wolves continued to fight inside of me. The delightful became liquified into dark raw evil, Leaving me drowning, gasping Gasping the slightest bit of that air of self-worth. (C) Emily Mckusker 2016
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May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 6:30 AM UTC
This me, like two scorpions in a bottle
Dropped like honeydew, appearing as a dark temptress Tasted in smoke Touched in hot burns - callous bites edged on your skin Flames of spice, ambers, dusted vestiges of breaks in bones Hidden in an underworld fantasy - craters of the deceased, and suffering - diver of the dark abyss sitting comfortably Suddenly they break their thick callous skin The scalding crack sears others' eyes The burst! The rebirth! The transformation has commenced! Rising higher, To the pinnacle of life where peace and understanding sit at their bedside
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Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 1:34 AM UTC
Scorpion
We know there is peace               The Scorpion's tail is down                                 How rare this occurs ~Tyler Castro
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Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 12:08 AM UTC
Safe and Secure
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Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 7:51 AM UTC
=_Hula at Laho_=
You should know You're just a temporary fix She's a **** An obscured partial eclipse She runs and hides Behind a mask of addictive scripts She's the game You just feel good against her melanin You should know She's incoherently captivating She's a naked lady Amaryllis Belladonna Poisonous and pink She'll hit a switch you can't describe Concurrently splitting your spine Yet enhancing the fruits of your mind She's a **** And you're just a temporary fix Where she lives Love does not exist
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Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 5:24 PM UTC
She
I. Steel black pincers circle my neck Harsh little whispers against my ear I promised myself I wouldn’t go back anywhere but here anywhere but here Your words string together with the right amount of sting But baby, your poison drives me crazy Your venom seeps within my veins and god, I’m dying for another taste the hallucinations you paralyse me and I see stars in your wake II. Pomegranate lips, the colour of Sin. III. I have a hard shell to break, and no one has completed the feat so far But with every touch you poach me through and through again and again Until theres nothing left of my metal armour Until the skin I once called home is nothing but a soft saggy shell a shadow from my past I need to remember who I am. IV. Your touches are soft petals Grazing slowly across my skin leaving goosebumps in your wake Rosebud lips caress me gently Sweet kisses near my cheek Playful nips tickle my ear Soft breaths along my neck And when I finally open up ... theres the sting again.
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May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 4:43 AM UTC
The Scorpion
When you look me in the eyes Loneliness unfurls inside of me Like a scorpions tail And stings the soft belly of my heart. A deep pain Spreads throughout my body, Clutching my bones, Taking me hostage. I feel my heart swell. It’s much too big for its cage. It’s the bird screeching protests When you try to put it back in. The sweating begins almost immediately. I feel like I’m melting onto the dirt road And you, You are laughing. Your smile splitting your lips, Your teeth snapping like claws, Distracting me from your molten black eyes. I ***** my loneliness. It dribbles out of my mouth in red ropes. You are already scuttling away, Already moving onto the next threat. As I watch your eight legs Carry your shell of a body away From my shell of a body I remember why I’ve always been afraid of scorpions.
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Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 8:55 PM UTC
The Scorpion
The scorpion knows not truly of the consequences following the sweet, poisonous, painful venom he exerts without a sound into his prey; venomous, dangerous, penetrating the naivety of his victims without even a moment's notice, it's done; slithering away before he can assess the damage, the carcass of the unfortunate accidentally infected, left to rot alone.
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May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 5:26 PM UTC
Intoxicating