I can’t explain why or how, but I feel like this move has awakened something in me. I am inspired like never before. I am writing almost daily. I am reading as often as I can. I feel like my connection to the spooky is stronger than ever. What is this sorcery? I finally found the cure for writer’s block: just move.

I know what you’re thinking, and no; I’m not doing that. This isn’t one of those “fresh start, new beginnings, blah-blah-blah” posts. I’m not exactly known for my uplifting, bright-side content, am I? Honestly, I am just amazed at how much I feel the true Twisted Libra resurfacing after such a long period of struggle and elusiveness. In celebration of my triumphant return, here is a little something I scribbled out earlier this morning:
(And no, it isn’t about me and Libra Hubs. I take inspiration from many places.)
Hollow words fill my ears.
It seems you’re looking through me.
I hang my head in sadness,
Wondering if you ever really knew me?
Am I just your shiny plaything,
On which your ego feeds?
What will become of me, of us,
When I no longer suit your needs?
Hanging on your every word.
Craving your attention.
Living just to see you smile,
My own needs, rarely mentioned.
I know I should be stronger.
This pain should not defeat me.
Yet every day, I fall back in, asking,
If I keep you happy, will you keep me?
©2024 by Twisted Libra

Poetry really is my absolute favorite creation. The more I dig back through old journals and such, the more I realize I was constantly writing poetry through the years. Stories are fun, photography is fun, but damn, there’s just something about poetry that makes me feel alive! (Undead?) Dark poetry is my jam, y’all.

If you haven’t noticed already (and judging by the sales numbers, you haven’t), I published a dark poetry book back in December! You can find it, along with my Tales from the Twisted Libra Cemetery trilogy, by following this link: Twisted Libra books
That’s all I have for now, my lovelies. Enjoy your weekend! I’ll be back soon with more wickedly delightful musings. Until next time…
