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Author: Eve Sanchez

  • Sagittarius love poetry. Celebrating the changing energies of the year and my favorite zodiac seasons

    Dear Lovestar,

    It’s not fair to Sagittarius that my Sag. poetry has only been pure fire. I need to get more acquainted with this energy to add depth. Since writing this, I already had several ideas. But for now, enjoy these poems, and as always, my intention is that these poems be dedicated to a special person. I dare you to share this love art piece with the person who makes you feel like this. Not for sex, please, but with the intention to connect deeply.

    Feel my fire 🔥🔥 

    Come and feel my fire
    I am burning up. 
    I will be the lighter
    You can add some wood.

    My favorite zodiac energies so far as a baby astrologer

    I noticed starting this year (2023) that I’m much more in tune with the changing energies of the zodiac. I now feel the subtle changes between a season and the next, and I’m starting to write poetry more in tune with the energy of the season.

    I have been celebrating the Leo season with my yearly observance of the Lion’s Gate since 2018, and this year, I finally learned not to get triggered by Scorpio’s sword of truth that cuts through my illusions and I loved the last Scorpio season (check out the cool Scorpio posts I shared).

    So far, I have handpicked my favorite energies and times to celebrate. Leo, because of the Lion’s Gate, and I already learned that’s it’s the most psychic time for me when I can hear spirit and a time for healing and union. Also, I benefit from Leo’s energy because I have issues with self steem, etc.

    Scorpio because my beloved is Scorpio, and I am totally addicted to his energy. His energy is very wise and healing, and his insights are spot on. I also love the depth, and his love is the strongest, most delicious love I know. He taught me how to love. Scorpio also taught me how to be honest and handle honesty. This energy is also good for me because I benefit from the power, energy, and focus of Scorpio. My mom and grandma both are/ were Scorpios.

    Pisces because I am one. When the time comes, I’ll tell you what I don’t like about Pisces and certain care we have to practice to be safe and protected. I work with this energy to understand myself, become a better person, and work on my mission.

    Gemini because my moon is in Gemini, and it’s probably why I’m a writer, though I have lots of air in my chart. I want to use this energy to become even better at writing and at deep conversations. My lover shares the Gemini moon.

    Aquarius because I think it’s cool energy and my vedic sun sign is Aquarius. My Venus is also in Aquarius, and it has helped me so much. Also, I want to get more familiar with this energy.

    My children’s signs to understand them, learn to connect with them and help them best: Libra, Cancer, Gemini, Capricorn, Pisces.

    New energy I’m loving: Sagittarius! My sister is one and a beloved cousin as well. I love their smarts. But there’s so much more depth and much more to learn.

    There’s passion in my soul

    I have a body in my soul.
    Vehicle to walk and to run,
    To feel, to human, to love.
    To feel my soul was my goal
    I wanted to feel its glow
    I tried but did not know
    How to connect on my own.
    And then you taught me a way
    To feel up to God all the way.
    Thank you for helping me feel 
    That there's passion in my soul.
    The trick was deep, deep Love.

    I did used human as a verb up there. I used my poet’s license to create. I have an old poem that talks about my license to create, and I don’t remember it or know where it is now. I have lost poetry to collect, and I dream of creating a portfolio one day.

    I wrote another poem where I referred to lovemaking as the way to tickle each other’s souls!

    Love and light,

    Thank you for reading,

    Eve, inspired to write ✍️ right now

  • The game of love. Level up your love life. Basic love advice.

    Dear Lovestar,

    I loved my last post, “The formula for deep connection,” and I was so grateful to provide substance to you, the reader. I would love to become a match for such inspiration again. Don’t worry, I’ll still write about the twin flame journey and union, which is my experience, and I’m not about to stop writing poems. However, we all need basic love and relationship advice here and there. This time, I’ll offer even more basic advice. 

    Speaking of love… Before we can manifest total Union, we have to be in union, but before that, we must have a deep connection. Prior to a deep connection, we need to have a connection to deepen, but before that, we have to have a relationship.

    As I have said before, there are levels to union, there are levels to connections, and there are levels to relationships. Would you like to level up your love life? I have a simple tip that is sure to work with anyone who is not a narcissist or a psychopath.

    The game of love ❤️ 😍 💖

    I chose to look at life like a video game. That seems quite detached. Yes, it is. It works for me. It helps me not feel the pain, and I can feel lots of pain (not physical). Better is always the goal. I would not tell you to do the same, and I do need some therapy. For now, writing and journaling are my therapy. FYI, I don’t play nor like video games.

    I decided to look at love like a video game, too. In a video game, you are kind of detached because you’re not afraid of the outcome. It’s, after all, a game. In love, it’s not helpful to get too attached to the outcome, especially for women, because we’re very curious about our partner, we think too much, and we can become so obsessed we can drive ourselves crazy.

    The outcome of a relationship is affected negatively by jealousy. The outcome of a relationship is affected positively by trust, love, kindness, etc. So I realized that being in my head about my new relationship when I was messed up (deep traumas surrounding men and relationships) was hurting my relationship. It wasn’t until I became detached from the outcome of my relationship that it became an union.

    This is not advice for you. It was a defense mechanism in me for my survival. But it was helpful for me since I had a jealous thing going on to learn some detachment in my relationship after the worst of my dark night of the soul was over. I feared that my partner would leave me. After I drove myself crazy with my insecurities, I decided I would be OK either way, no matter what happened, just like in a video game. I literally convinced myself that I would be just as good if he left me heartbroken. Then, I became a match for union. It was a very interesting thing.

    Note: My partner (who I now call my beloved and my twin flame) loves me, and he has a secure attachment style. He was healthy and safe. He was always trying to make it work with me even when I was giving him a taste of my crazy. It’s very safe to experiment with him. It’s not safe to experiment with any man. (Read my previous post, the formula for deep connection, and learn that a deep connection is only achieved with the right man).

    Earning and losing points

    Before I started my spiritual journey and started calling my lover twin flame, I had a sudden realization (I’ve been like this my entire life). I realized that in love, like a game, there is a point system. We gain points when we pour into our partner’s love cup, and we lose love points by breaking a boundary, being disrespectful, etc.

    My realization was that the gaining vs. losing of love points makes the relationship positive or toxic. I realized this early in our relationship while we were both losing points and inevitably feeling less love for each other. I’ll tell you a secret: there was a time when we barely had any sex compared to our honeymoon stage or today. We were losing each other, and I firmly believe it was my personal healing that brought us back online and stronger than ever!

    Back then, I thought that if I could tally all my love points, I could predict if the relationship would be a success or if we were going to break up. I didn’t keep a tally. That would be ridiculous and petty. But the tally is kept energetically! We feel love when our cup is full, and we feel depleted when our cup is getting empty. Similarly, one person alone filling the other’s cup is draining. One person filling their cup with their partner’s cup is abuse, and not pouring into your partner’s cup is neglect.

    Leveling up

    I’m guessing all games have levels, and guess what else has levels? Love is a level based game. I am not disrespecting love by saying it’s a game. It’s just the way I started seeing love in a better way. Before this, I thought love was a big fat lie! I figured I could level up my love life just like I could level up in a game. I didn’t know how to do it. That was maybe my union spirit guide. I would like to call him my friend, but he said we’re not friends, he is a guide, I am his student… Back to my point, I’m sure my spirit guide dropped that awareness in my head while I was still very dense. This has happened over and over again.

    I have talked about some love levels, and I can feel a new topic being born. Most of us meet a total stranger and start from that level, moving up through perhaps friendship, courting, dating, entering a relationship, falling in love, creating a connection, deepening the connection, being in union and then deepening the union until total Union is reached.

    We can discuss these levels, but a lot of effort and time are required to manifest the union stage, and most relationships will never reach this stage. I will take a screenshot of these stages to see what I can figure out about how to level up. 😅

    Mastering the game

    I have realized that love is a game that will not be mastered in this lifetime. And I choose to be okay with that statement. It is a choice that is empowering to me. This might sound cheesy, but in the love game, it is the everyday work and not the destination that counts.

    Love is not of this world, I feel. As Lovestars, stars for love, we’re downloading a new template of love and replacing the old broken ways of loving on Earth. It is honorable work, and it feels so good. We are upgrading and ascending love on Earth. We are way shoers in the love arena. We are the good love example we didn’t have. We are good for the planet. Let’s love with light.

    The mastery then should be mastering the art of downloading new ways to love and connect from the spiritual realms where love comes from. This is, in my view, the art of upgrading love on the planet.

    We need to upgrade love on the planet because the love patterns we’re learning and many of the love patterns we inherited are essentially toxic. Love here is broken. I don’t see love as an old-fashioned thing because I believe there has never been true love except love is in the pregnancy stage waiting to be born (we are manifesting it).

    I see love as a deep desire to feel the way we felt on the other side of life, the spiritual realms. True Love is then something new we’re manifesting into existence. This is what I advocate for. A new world in and of love. There would be no wars, suffering, abuse, etc, if we could all love, but any shift towards a more loving world will make the world a better place. I’ll start today. Will you join me?

    The love advice I promised

    For the best, most healing connection, both partners should pour into each other’s cups. However, it would be so weird to request that love be poured into one’s cup. My advice is as much as possible, pour love into your partner’s cup. Don’t expect them to pour back in the same way or at the same time.

    Communicate your needs. For example, I have finally taught my partner how to speak to me in a way that makes me want to connect deeply. It wasn’t easy because I didn’t want to speak and he can only read my mind when I’m thinking about sex… I already taught him how to kiss me 😆 🤣 😂 and it’s great because he would not have known what I wanted and he taught me plenty of tricks for how to touch him actually, so he has no idea that he’s “in trouble” because now I’ll ask how he wants to be treated and talked to.

    How do I pour love into my man’s cup? I’ll name a few things I do currently:

    • I listen to him
    • I compliment him and tell him nice things about himself
    • As much as possible, I share my gratitude. Lately, more than before
    • I look at him, and I smile
    • I’m very open with him, and I learned to be honest to talk with him in the vulnerable way he likes to communicate
    • I spend time doing things with him or doing nothing but together in the same space
    • I write him poems so he can understand how I feel, and he appreciates them. Of course I asked if he appreciated my poetry
    • I want to have sex with him, and I enjoy it, which clearly has deepened our bond
    • I let him teach me what he likes. Obviously. Read my formula for a deep connection post. It’s something new between him and I.
    • I text him, and I send him lots of sexy texts, of course
    • I make the food that he likes the most
    • I massage him when he hurts, but I’ll probably start doing it just because I love to touch his skin
    • I think great thoughts about him
    • I touch him, and we cuddle

    And more. These are things I just thought of. It’s important to note that I’ve not always been this way, but as I healed, became spiritual, connected with God and my femininity, and shed my feminism, doing these things became natural. I didn’t cook for him when I was a feminist. Note that there are still traces of my feminism hurting me. For example, I hate to clean because it’s the old wife way to be while the old husband is out cheating… I have more work to do on myself, but I’ll do it in the safety of my beloved’s arms.

    Thank you very much for reading, I appreciate you.

    Books can be written on this topic, and there’s too much to say. I would love if someone asked questions in the comments that would prompt more helpful and action oriented posts.

    With love and light,

    Eve, writing too many posts at once and more good ones are coming

  • The Formula for deep connection. How to thrive in Love and relationships

    The Formula for deep connection. How to thrive in Love and relationships

    Dear Lovestar,

    I don’t like to tell people what to do, so I usually only talk about my experience and leave it at that, but today, I had the brightest realization. I understand the title of this post sounds click baity, yet I will give you my formula for deep connection, which promotes healing and loyalty. That was a tall promise, but I’ll deliver. Some readers have come across the secrets by themselves and don’t need this. Some readers are very confused about how to connect with the opposite sex. 🤔

    (more…)

  • What my Spanish poetry taught me about myself

    Dear Lovestar,

    I am doing something new (I am constantly looking for new thoughts or new things to do by the way). I am writing a Spanish post where I am sharing my Spanish poetry. Now I will share the things I discovered about the compartmentalization of my Spanish – English conversation of Love.

    I now think in English

    Background information: I am Cuban and lived there for the first 18 years of my life (Funny that this year marks my 18 years in USA, and I should probably write about it before my 19 years). When I moved to the USA as an 18-year-old, I immediately started learning English (it was my beloved, an American man who would finish “teach me” English). As I started speaking in English and especially when I moved in with the hot American and my conversations with him were always in English, I also started thinking in English. I never expected that to happen, and I would like to know what other bilingual people think about this.

    The reason I started thinking in English was because when I was first learning English, I would think in Spanish, then had to translate that thought to English, also in my head, and there would be a delay in any conversation for me to figure out the next thing to say. Eventually, I started thinking in English and it saved me time to not have to translate in my head and also, I had adapted to the American way of speaking, translating doesn’t feel original. Now the opposite happens when I speak Spanish, I am thinking in English, and I have to translate, and this is difficult because there are words and idioms that have no translation.

    Something new happened when I was flying to my mom’s house for the Thanksgiving holiday, I started thinking in Spanish. I notice and celebrate a new thought or a new discovery of myself, I cherished the moment, and I started writing poems in Spanish. After having several Spanish poems, I decided I would share them here and maybe find bilingual readers who are lovers like myself.

    My Spanish poetry background

    Before I started blogging here, I used to try to translate my English poetry to Spanish. I learned that translated poetry is not the same, and translating poetry is very hard. I might be wrong, and I only speak two languages, but I believe there is a bigger interest in poetry and especially romantic poetry within Spanish communities and, I mean no offense but the best poetry I know have been written in Spanish. We have excellent poets like Neruda, Benedetti, and Jose Marti who have influenced me big time. I have been into poetry since childhood, then as a fan of those great, typically male poets. I recited a Jose Marti poem (“La bailarina Espanola”: The Spanish dancer) for years. I was the romanticized experience of watching the Spanish dancer dance the fabulous Flamenco with an anti-Spain sentiment because it was a time of Spanish invasion in Cuba (FYI my first big idea of a job was a Flamenco dancer and Jose Marti was born in Cuba and was the son of a Spanish couple, he would die in battle against Spain).

    With such a rich poetry background and such a romantic bleeding heart, it’s no wonder I turned out how I did, also because a divine lover was fated. When I started writing poetry, I aspired to become the female Neruda of the present writing in English as his poetry feeds the soul and I should write about the poetry that influenced me, Shouldn’t I? I channel those great poets, but my art comes out from the feminine which has been sleeping for a while, but we are waking her up. She is coming up strong after her beauty sleep. I know there have been female poets, simply far less and I am here to represent.

    My Spanish poetry has a different flavor than my English poetry

    What I learned analyzing my recent Spanish poetry was that they have a different flavor than my current English poetry and this long post is me trying to explain why. I have been thinking in English for the last 16 years and during those years there have been a lot of changes in my life and within me: falling deeply in love, having 5 children, several dark nights of the soul, self-discovery, the awakening of my divine feminine, the birth of my authenticity, self-growth, writing success (I said so), the birth of my spirituality, finding union, having certain mysterious conversations with unseen beings…

    In short, the last 18 years have been of enriching my life, learning about myself, and learning to deeply connect. The previous 18 years were important too and were rich in their own way. The first 18 years of my life, in Cuba, I now see as the unconscious/ subconscious parts of me. Not at all do I look down on my experiences in Cuba thought it rained inside my house, lived in the control of communism, and I didn’t learn love.

    As I said, my poetry is my poetic influence from childhood mixed with my own feelings. n top of my poetry, my arts and crafts are also influences from my childhood, so is my writing, my faith, my love for God, my faith, and much more. A big part of me, my inability to accept poor leadership which manifests as a rebelliousness is Cuban (from my family being persecuted by the demonic communists and me getting it big time in the communist schools too). The basics of me is my Cuban upbringing, my upgrades are my American influences of Love which awakened my inner connection to God which was always there from Cuba. I have finally understood that many of these Cuban things are things which I brought to this world with me, inner gifts.

    My Spanish poetry speaks of missing my beloved. To be fair, at the time of writing the poetry on my flight, I was flying away from my beloved and missed him, but I had started writing them during my last night with him and this is what I mostly write in Spanish. My Spanish poetry speaks of wishes of love, wishing to be loved, dating, expressing desire, wishing for reunion, deep feelings that I am discovering.

    My Spanish poetry is written as if I was a 20-year-old, still learning who I am and what is deserving of love in me. My Spanish poetry is a bit insecure, to be honest and might lack the wisdom I have learned to channel in my English poetry with maturity and spirituality. My Spanish poetry talks of the beginning stages of a relationship while my English poetry has gotten deeper as I matured. I used to talk about developing a relationship and being in love and today, I write about Union.

    What I learned about myself through my Spanish poetry

    I spoke of the compartmentalization (and I did have to learn to spell the word) of my English vs Spanish conversation, especially in Love and poetry but now, I realized this is with everything. Parallel to my learning/ thinking in English was my falling in love with my twin flame which triggered healing and a spiritual awakening, and my English discourse developed with my consciousness. As I learned things about myself, I learned them, talked to my lover about them, wrote about them, and contemplated them in English, never really in Spanish. As a result, my Spanish discourse didn’t develop the same way. Only now do I see this as compartmentalization.

    Compartmentalization has a negative connotation. I learned this when I looked the word up (researching for this not post, but rather article). And this is the missing piece of this let me call it entry of my journal. I do not know how this entry will end, this is automatic writing, trying to figure things out about myself to heal and become a better me who is an even better match for union and a better mother, and finally to be much more on my mission on Earth. My intention is to open the closed parts of me and let at least a stream of unconsciousness through and then decode it/ translate it through my mindless writing so I can understand the secret part of me which still guides me. It’s a skill and a very helpful one.

    Compartmentalization (by now I can spell the word without autocorrect) is seen as being related to trauma, not surprised at all): Compartmentalization is a defense mechanism in which people mentally separate conflicting thoughts, emotions, or experiences to avoid the discomfort of contradiction. This definition is from Psychology today. This entry developed from me thinking of this word and then looking the meaning up to me connecting the dots to the realization of what always was obvious. The truth is that it was always difficult to speak of Love in Spanish. When I spoke/ thought in Spanish, I didn’t believe in Love. I thought love was a transaction where women accepted to give sex to men in exchange for men giving women attention. This was a trauma response because when I lived in Cuba, I never saw real love and I was missing a piece of the love puzzle, I didn’t know lovers could connect beyond sex and attention.

    My contradiction was that as a romantic, bleeding heart, I didn’t believe in love and actually my heart had become damaged, and I was literally unable to love. However, though me came a great love and a great expectation of a deep connection with a male. The contradiction is that even though in my English vocabulary there are words like union and connection, and I can perfectly explain love and my feelings, in Spanish it’s not the same. I just remember another thing when it comes to my languages, I have never sworn in Spanish, was taught by my parents and I never started, so I don’t. Now, I think that swearing is ugly and unnecessary so I rather not, but I have sworn in English.

    What can I learn/ how do I move on from this?

    I will speak and write more in Spanish and when I do, I will be more authentic rather than trying to fit in with my parents for example. My parents are old school and no open-minded idea of mine will be accepted but I can influence in non-verbal ways too. I can talk to my sister in Spanish. I can finally teach my children Spanish. I can create Spanish writing prompts. I am starting to be conscious of the fact that upgrading my Spanish discourse will help me in some way.

    I am not sure how to finish this, but I have written enough,

    With warm hugs,

    Eve

  • “Tried to hurt me,” a victory poem

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    “Tried to hurt me,” a victory poem

  • Fire poetry. Sagittarius love energy.

    It was extremely fun to write a bunch of Scorpio posts and poetry during the Scorpio season because I’m a Scorpio addict. I am not a Sagittarius expert, though my sister is a Sagittarius. My Scorpio lover has his venus in Sagittarius, too. I do want to learn more about this energy and how to use it for my self growth and for union. I feel as though the first week of any sign shares traits with the previous sign. My cousin, who was born on the first day of Sagittarius, is mostly Scorpio, I think, and my sister would share Scorpio traits, too. Below, the fire love poetry. This first poem happened, and I realized I am feeling the new fire love energy, so for a proper channel, I’ll share with you.

    “The fire of Love” 🔥 🔥 by Eve Lovestar 

    You lit a fire in me,
    A fire in my soul.
    You lit a fire in me,
    The fire of Love.

    “The heat”

    Bring out the heat 
    I need some now. 
    You know I'm weak
    For your kisses 
    And your love.
    You make me sweat.
    Though I don't mind. 
    You make me feel
    What others can't. 
    Bring out the heat
    Of your desire 
    And your love.

    Thank you for reading, and as always, will you dedicate one of my poems to someone special? If you do, please share with me.

    With love and light,

    Eve, at the airport at midnight… back to my lover!

  • Sexual union poetry. Scorpio – Sagittarius cusp

    Sexual union poetry. Scorpio – Sagittarius cusp

    Dear Lovestar,

    As Scorpio turned into Sagittarius season, I’m celebrating Thanksgiving with my family and away from my beloved and (read my steamy fantasy love letter) missing him. He let me bring his vintage jacket, which I’ve been wearing for comfort.

    I have been writing poetry since our last night together. I’ve also written plenty in as of yet unpublished Spanish poetry as I switched to thinking in Spanish instead of English. I’ll eventually share some Spanish poemas (poems) here. Read my Thanksgiving hot sexual union poetry below. Well, I give thanks for our divine energy exchanges, for spirit, for spirituality, for union, for this journal, and for anyone reading my poetry.

    “Party of 2” by Eve Lovestar 

    After you, I don't want to party. 
    A big crowd doesn't please me.
    I'm all about that cozy energy
    That's achieved by you and me. 

    You and I. We're a party of two. 
    You're intoxication. I am song.
    You're invited to my dance floor.
    We need no one. We're a party of two.

    “Another Realm” by Eve Lovestar 

    There's a realm we inhabit
    As another you and I
    Where we're always engaged 
    In a loving, sexual way.

    We're connected to this realm
    In an energy exchange.
    They feed us, we feed them
    In a loving, sexual way.

    “Sexual union” by Eve Lovestar 

    Our bodies come together 
    In a sensual, warm embrace.
    Hold me dear. Hold me tighter. 
    In our naked, sensual dance.

    All my energy is for you. 
    You have codes in you for me. 
    When our bodies are united.
    Sexual union is our bliss.

    Thanks for reading.

    As always, will you dedicate one of these to your beloved?

    With love,

    Eve soon to return to her beloved.

  • Love letter. Scorpio- Sagittarius cusp.

    Love letter. Scorpio- Sagittarius cusp.

    Dear diary,

    Today, I’m sharing a love email (modern love letter) I sent to my beloved while at my mom’s Thanksgiving party.


    Dearest love,

    Dropping my cold persona to talk to you still feels different. But, how I adore to become your female. 😌 😍 ☺️ It’s easy to do when I’m in your space and you’re transforming me with your hormones and your desire that becomes my desire to please you, like in my strange fantasy, oddly similar to your old fantasy, where I physically transform. Of course, I’ll elaborate: when I’m a mermaid and you touch me with your twin flame hand, my tail dissolves, leaving my naked legs behind for your enjoyment. Too much for a simple email, I know. But telling you this weird stuff becomes easy when I am away. Missing you breaks my shell, too.
    Few things make me smile on this strange world. Even fewer things capture my attention. But only you and your energy entice me. Only you hypnotize me. Only you own me. I just got goose bumps! I love the way you own me! The way you hacked my body. It seems that what I was most afraid of is what I was meant to become, what I was meant to learn most from, what was going to make me most enlightened. Thank you for teaching me how to be a female. Thank you for leading me. Thank you for teaching me how to love. Thank you for feeling my inner form and transforming me with your sweet love. Thank you for coming into my life. I’m still so touched by your attention and your intentions for us.

    I love you. I see you. I feel you. I’m grateful for you. I admire you. I honor you. My only wish is that I can make you feel at least half as good as you make me feel. In a way, I’m sure I do.

    With love,
    Your mermaid

  • Scorpio season poetry #2

    Scorpio season poetry #2

    Dear friend,

    I am unfortunately ending the Scorpio season without the 🌞. The sun is my Scorpio beloved. I’m visiting my mom. But since vacations are to be spent on the phone (that was sarcasm just in case) and I spent hours flying and waiting, I have written several poems. Without my beloved’s sexy energy I am thinking about him with extreme desire because it’s the season of the greatest sex ever (Scorpio season) so these poems are dark because the Scorpio energy but also very yummy.

    Fun fact: On my last night with Scorpio, I wrote a song. Well, I intended to write a song, but when I reviewed it today, I realized it was just a long poem. But, I’m committed to writing songs. The song was inspired by our steamy lovemaking that night and a certain hot topic of conversation, but I’ll not reveal it until the song is actually a song. It’s very cool though so I have to translate the cool poem into a song.

    And now, poetry written with the Scorpio energy as the pen. These poems have never been shared anywhere else. They were written by (me) Eve, and they speak of my personal experiences with the most special Scorpio, mine. Let me know if you liked one of these unique pieces. The darkness is not something I do well, but as soon as the Sun moves out of Scorpio, I’ll start writing about the light again.

    “Toxic”

    When you met me, I was young,
    Without experience or goals.
    I was good at wasting time.
    I was barely alive.
    I didn't have any plans 
    For my future or my life.
    I didn't have any friends.
    Surrounded, I felt alone. 
    I was surviving somehow 
    But I didn't love myself. 
    So low was my self steem 
    That I was too shy to speak.
    I had been through so much drama.
    I don't remember how much.
    But I know that I was broken
    And didn't know how to love. 
    When we dated, there was trauma
    In every part of my being
    Unintentionally, you stirred it
    And I became super triggered.
    And this has been our love story
    With you stirring and me healing. 
    Now I'm not toxic at all.
    With my medicine, your love.
    And next to you, my god
    Is forever long enough?

    Math lesson

    You + Me = love, family, bliss

    Hot, tall guy outside my door

    It was a spring long ago...
    Flowers growing with rainfall.
    There was a knock on my door.
    With expectation, I froze
    It's the guy I'm talking to!
    I'd never seen him before
    And was hoping he wasn't old...
    I opened the door and thought
    "Wow, this guy is really tall!"
    He made me have to look up.
    He was really handsome too.
    And I was stressed out no more.
    I went out, got in his car
    We left and had great time.
    Though today we have five kids,
    I remember with much passion
    The hot, tall guy outside my door.

    Breakfast in bed

    If you get up
    Earlier than me,
    Please do not go!
    Be my freakfast
    In bed.

    I feel you

    You’re not on my bed tonight
    But I’m not lonely, I feel you.
    I feel your kiss on my lips.
    I feel your hands on my skin.
    Your impression on my heart.
    And I feel your soul with mine.
    In my memory, our last time.
    Manifesting our next one.

    Light of his eyes

    I am the light of his eyes.
    He is the light within me.
    I’m his most delicious sigh.
    He’s the owner of my skin.

    I am the one who relaxes.
    He’s the leader of our pack.
    I am to him his good luck.
    He is to me my most fun.

    I am him. A female of his kind.
    He is me. The only man that I like.
    My faith connects him to God.
    And his presence grounds my mind.

    I will always write poems for Scorpio so if you like the energy, there’s always some of it here. The long poems were very specific to my experience but as always, I intend someone will be reminded of their own experience in love and I would be so honored if someone dedicated one of my poems.

    Scorpio season is great for poetry! I’m excited for the next Scorpio season. I’d like to get another Scorpio post in before the end of the season.

    With love and light,

    Eve sleeping alone tonight but never lonely in my heart

  • Scorpio season poetry

    Scorpio season poetry

    Dear Lovestar,

    I decided to write some poetry with Scorpio energy. This wasn’t easy for me because it’s a different energy than my usual poetry.

    “The darkness” Scorpio season poem
    “Scorpio keeps choosing me” dedicated to the women who are always hitting on my Scorpio
    “Death and Rebirth” Scorpio season poetry

    I will write more

    Thank you to the new followers of this blog,

    With love,

    Eve