If you read my previous blog post, you know I have been in a depressive slump for quite some time. I am glad to say that the muse has finally touched my soul once again, and I am writing. Here lies my latest endeavor: I open my mouth to shout,But nothing comes out,And I remainContinue reading “The tell-tale heart is slowly beating once again…”
Author Archives: Twisted Libra
Storm clouds…
“Into each life some rain must fall,Some days must be dark and dreary.” ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow I apologize for the prolonged absence. Your dear Twisted Libra, although perpetually dreaming of life as a vampire, is actually just human. I go through my ups and downs just like anyone else. The last several weeks have been no exception. After writing so much in October, my mind honestly feltContinue reading “Storm clouds…”
“I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.”
I think Poe was definitely on to something there. You see, people in this modern era seem to want to label everything. To name everything in some whimsical, shorthand way. J-Lo. Brangelina. It just never stops. Well, I was today years old when I discovered that there is a new name for the string ofContinue reading ““I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.””
The muse came to visit…
Sometimes, little spooky poems just happen. And sometimes, they take two days, a glass of wine, and several rewrites. Such is the nature of the beast. Enjoy! A darkened, mouldy chamber, Where sorrow drips down the walls, And disembodied voices, Echo softly through the halls. Corpses lie just out of sight, Each marked with aContinue reading “The muse came to visit…”
Waxing poetic…
Just a little something I cooked up this morning…enjoy! Darkness has a scent. Closing my eyes I breathe it in deeply And long to be set free. I want to slip away Away into the night sky Drifting among the tombstones And cemetery trees. Oh! To dance Upon my own grave. Oh! To see thoseContinue reading “Waxing poetic…”
Something different…
Most of my posts lately have been about my upcoming book or about Halloween. Now, there is nothing wrong with that, but this morning the muse struck while I was out walking my beloved animal companion and I wrote something new. It has nothing to do with a cemetery, or death, or anything truly spooky.Continue reading “Something different…”
Rest in Peace…
Spirits of the Dead Thy soul shall find itself alone’Mid dark thoughts of the gray tombstone—Not one, of all the crowd, to pryInto thine hour of secrecy. Be silent in that solitude, Which is not loneliness—for thenThe spirits of the dead who stood In life before thee are againIn death around thee—and their willShall overshadow thee: beContinue reading “Rest in Peace…”
Kicking and screaming…
I can’t recall, but I am pretty sure I entered this world kicking and screaming. It was not long after midnight, under a Blood Moon, in the month of October. On this very day, in fact. I won’t say exactly how many years ago, but we will just say I have had my share ofContinue reading “Kicking and screaming…”
“For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams…”
October has finally arrived! It is a truly happy occasion within these cemetery walls! The souls are restless, the tombs are atremble, and the creatures of the night are ready to come out and play. The countdown to Halloween has begun, my lovelies! One thing I love about October is the name of its fullContinue reading ““For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams…””
So many things…
My brain is a literal symphony of book ideas right now. The only problem is, this symphony is horribly out of tune. It’s like everyone is singing all at once, at their own volume, and on whichever note they choose. What I’m saying here is, I have more ideas than I can possibly begin toContinue reading “So many things…”
Dancing Among the Remains 