Category Archives: Poetry

I’m in love with bad things…

Short and sweet today, my lovelies. Here’s another new poem from my upcoming book! This is not the absolute final version, so don’t judge. It is just what I have thus far. Enjoy! Give me the strange, the macabre, the forbidden. Cemeteries teeming with restless souls, And shadows filled with demonic whispers. I want aContinue reading “I’m in love with bad things…”

I’m such a tease…

Hello, my lovelies! It’s been a minute, hasn’t it? Well, your beloved Twisted Libra has been hard at work on her next book. You know, the dark poetry collection. It’s going quite well. I’m taking my time with this one; pulling it together slowly and revealing a side to me you may not have realizedContinue reading “I’m such a tease…”

I wrote a little naughty naughty…

Greetings, my lovelies! Your wickedly delightful Twisted Libra has written something new! I am currently working on my next book, which is going to feature dark poetry. Sometimes, things get a little racy. This new poem will be included in the upcoming book, and I am posting it now for you all to enjoy asContinue reading “I wrote a little naughty naughty…”

In my feelings…

I wrote this today. Figured I would post it here. I’m fine, don’t worry. This is just how I deal with my feelings. Enjoy. Her soul is battered, like pieces of shipwreck against the shore. She keeps her tear-stained face held high, but her head feels so heavy and her heart aches for more. TheContinue reading “In my feelings…”

Don’t read this one, Mom…

Hellfire, frightful desire; The night is my confidant, And you are my delicious muse. Your wicked stare burns through me like the lick of a whip, As whispers of ecstacy from the grave carry my name. I’ll taunt your fantasies and haunt your dreams, Turning your nightmares into my dark pleasure playground. Your hands uponContinue reading “Don’t read this one, Mom…”

A little somethin’ somethin’…

Walk with me, through streets caressed by silence and fog; the night washes over us like a fine mist; cloaked in darkness, we glide over the cobblestones like specters, haunting the town with our presence; basking in the glow of the moon, breathing in the scent of rain and exhaling secrets left unspoken; I turnContinue reading “A little somethin’ somethin’…”

A happy black heart…

I wrote something this morning and wanted to share. I was thinking about a happy place. Not an actual place, mind you, but one I could create. I wanted to describe it. This is what I came up with: The path ahead is dark with shadows, And only the faintest traces of moonlight, Trees twistContinue reading “A happy black heart…”

And sometimes, I just write filth…

Okay, so not exactly filth…but I do occasionally produce a naughty poem or story. Don’t pretend you don’t enjoy reading these, you devilish little minx. Miss me when I’ve left this place, Spread my ashes upon the ground. Shed no tears, and feel no sorrow, For I, my dear, can still be found. I’m afraidContinue reading “And sometimes, I just write filth…”

The creative ebb and flow…

This is the type of day that, if it wasn’t hotter than 40 hells outside, I would venture out into the world in search of spooky places to photograph. However, your beloved Twisted Libra doesn’t fair well in boiling heat; since I apparently reside in Satan’s ass crack, I must feed the creative beast fromContinue reading “The creative ebb and flow…”