Welcome back to the cemetery, my lovelies! The last few days have brought about quite the revelation for me as a writer. I feel I am gravitating back to my true voice. Fittingly, I have a new poem about change; about starting over. Well, sort of. See for yourselves: A chaotic canvas, yearning for change,Continue reading “She’s a peculiar one…”
Author Archives: Twisted Libra
Inspiration strikes…
I began writing this morning, and ended up with four small snippets of poetry. I think of them as “snippets” because they often get reworked into longer poems. Or, sometimes they work best as little snippets, and are left as such. Here, I will share one with you now: I lie in state, adorned withContinue reading “Inspiration strikes…”
Winds of change…
Guess who’s back, my lovelies! Your one and only Twisted Libra has finally returned to the cemetery! I apologize for the extended absence. I moved to a new state, and that takes a lot out of a living dead girl. It has been nonstop sensory overload these past few weeks, but I finally feel likeContinue reading “Winds of change…”
A funny thing happened on the way to Virginia…
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 foundContinue reading “A funny thing happened on the way to Virginia…”
Bear with me…
I just can’t help myself. I want to share more from my old journal with you all. I hope you’re not bored with me already. This is fun for me. Besides, I am in the midst of relocation and my brain doesn’t have any truly profound musings to share, other than the fact that movingContinue reading “Bear with me…”
Hop into the way-back machine…
Happy Friday, my lovelies! I thought I would jump right in and share some more delicious memories from my old journal! Let’s keep things light today, shall we? No talk of the dreaded traumatic past. Just good old fashioned teen angst! First up: a poem about deep emotional desire (or as deep as I couldContinue reading “Hop into the way-back machine…”
Memory lane…
In the midst of packing for the move, I was reacquainted with my old journal. I say this is where it all began, but honestly I was writing stories and poems on any scrap of paper I could find since I was old enough to write. I have a collection of old fliers, torn envelopes,Continue reading “Memory lane…”
Thank you, Carl Jung…
Raise your hand if you have ever felt like you just weren’t good enough. Okay, well I am sure that’s most of us. It’s normal to sometimes feel like you don’t measure up. My problem is, I walk around feeling this way constantly. Carl Jung said, “Wherever an inferiority complex exists, there is a goodContinue reading “Thank you, Carl Jung…”
A little something new…
Rain down upon me With your venomous words Until I am drowning in the depth of your disdain. Then lift me from the waters With your thorn-coated embrace Claim yourself a savior, while your torment, I sustain. ©2024 by Twisted Libra Until next time…
New burial grounds…
“She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay.” – Alfred Lord Tennyson Welcome back, my lovelies! I’m afraid I have been gone far too long from this blog. My apologies. I told you all in a previous post that I was relocating the cemetery, and lately that hasContinue reading “New burial grounds…”
Dancing Among the Remains 