for all the scorps, which poems/songs?

What poems and/or songs really speak to you guys? 😄

Is there one that really gets to you?
Love to read about it!

The scorpio girl I used to talk to was all about music. She really loved Katy Perry, who is also a Scorpio. She said these songs scream Scorpio:

The second video's embed link is broken, but it's called "It takes two" by katy perry, and the first verse talks mentions mercury being in retrograde.

The first link is by passenger - let her go

The second link is mumford and sons - white blank page

Here is another one

- Three days grace-gone for ever

Wowwwww soooo awesome and yessss love the songs. And those poems 😄
You rockkk haha
Dont know why but i feel free just talking to scorps 😄
Scorp and me loveeee music, the heavy kinda music. Gloomy even 😄
We spent hourssss listening
And my best friend she is a scorp and singer. 😄 safe to say after reading this: scorps have a thing for music. BUT music with a message, heavy emotion and meaning 😄
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Anything by Edna St. Vincent Millay. It is the world of ethereal feeling where articles are just props.

The Blue-Flag In The Bog
by Edna St. Vincent Millay

God had called us, and we came;
Our loved Earth to ashes left;
Heaven was a neighbor's house,
Open to us, bereft.

Gay the lights of Heaven showed,
And 'twas God who walked ahead;
Yet I wept along the road,
Wanting my own house instead.

Wept unseen, unheeded cried,
"All you things my eyes have kissed,
Fare you well! We meet no more,
Lovely, lovely tattered mist!

Weary wings that rise and fall
All day long above the fire!"--
Red with heat was every wall,
Rough with heat was every wire--

"Fare you well, you little winds
That the flying embers chase!
Fare you well, you shuddering day,
With your hands before your face!

And, ah, blackened by strange blight,
Or to a false sun unfurled,
Now forevermore goodbye,
All the gardens in the world!

On the windless hills of Heaven,
That I have no wish to see,
White, eternal lilies stand,
By a lake of ebony.

But the Earth forevermore
Is a place where nothing grows,--
Dawn will come, and no bud break;
Evening, and no blossom close.

Spring will come, and wander slow
Over an indifferent land,
Stand beside an empty creek,
Hold a dead seed in her hand."

God had called us, and we came,
But the blessed road I trod
Was a bitter road to me,
And at heart I questioned God.

"Though in Heaven," I said, "be all
That the heart would most desire,
Held Earth naught save souls of sinners
Worth the saving from a fire?

Withered grass,--the wasted growing!
Aimless ache of laden boughs!"
Little things God had forgotten
Called me, from my burning house.

"Though in Heaven," I said, "be all
That the eye could ask to see,
All the things I ever knew
Are this blaze in back of me."

"Though in Heaven," I said, "be all
That the ear could think to lack,
All the things I ever knew
Are this roaring at my back."

It was God who walked ahead,
Like a shepherd to the fold;
In his footsteps fared the weak,
And the weary and the old,

Glad enough of gladness over,
Ready for the peace to be,--
But a thing God had forgotten
Was the growing bones of me.

And I drew a bit apart,
And I lagged a bit behind,
And I thought on Peace Eternal,
Lest He look into my mind:

And I gazed upon the sky,
And I thought of Heavenly Rest,--
And I slipped away like water
Through the fingers of the blest!

All their eyes were fixed on Glory,
Not a glance brushed over me;
"Alleluia! Alleluia!"
Up the road,--and I was free. All their eyes were fixed on Glory,
Not a glance brushed over me;
"Alleluia ! Alleluia !"
Up the road,–and I was free.
And my heart rose like a freshet,
And it swept me on before,
Giddy as a whirling s