ScorpionKissed Retreat

""Poetry is not a turning lose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not an expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotion know what it means to want to escape from these things. ""

Infatuation (the Juliana Theory)

i should have known better than to breath you in the first time/ i held you there for just a second but the mistake was mine/ now i can't take my hands off you/ i can't keep my hands off of you/ i thought i'd only hold you once more then i though i'd let you go/ i thought once would be enough but i guess that wasn't/ so now i need you every day, i need you more and more...

Absence of Fear (Jewel)

inside my skin there is this space, it twists and turns, it bleeds and aches; inside my heart there's an empty room, it's waiting for lightning, it's waiting for you, and i'm wanting, and i'm needing you here, inside my absence of fear. muscle and sinew, velvet and stone, this vessel is haunted, it creaks and moans, my bones call to you, in their separate skin, i'll make myself translucent to let you in, for i'm wanting and i'm needing you here, inside my absence of fear. there is this hunger, this restlessness inside of me, and it knows that you're no stranger, you're my gravity, my hands will adore you through all darkness aim, they will lay you out in moonlight and reinvent your name...

Emily Dickinson's

Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him-- Tell him the page I didn't write; Tell him I only said the syntax, And left the verb and the pronoun out. Tell him just how the fingers hurried Then how they waded, slow, slow, slow- And then you wished you had eyes in your pages, So you could see what moved them so. "Tell him it wasn't a practised writer, You guessed, from the way the sentence toiled; You could hear the bodice tug, behind you, As if it held but the might of a child; You almost pitied it, you, it worked so. Tell him--No, you may quibble there, For it would split his heart to know it, And then you and I were silenter. "Tell him night finished before we finished And the old clock kept neighing 'day!' And you got sleepy and begged to be ended-- What could it hinder so, to say? Tell him just how she sealed you, cautious But if he ask where you are hid Until to-morrow,--happy letter! Gesture, coquette, and shake your head!