Wicked little things…

I made this for you, my lovelies. Enjoy!

Until next time…

Time for a change…

Welcome back to the cemetery, my lovelies! Your wickedly delightful Twisted Libra has been making a few changes around the ol’ boneyard. My goal is to incorporate all my work in one place. Up until now, my blog, photography, and social musings have been spread across several platforms. Well, today I decided to start bringing everything back to one spot. As much as possible, anyway. As most conundrums lately often do, this one began with social media. Instagram, to be exact.

Instagram forces me to crop photos to a 4:5 ratio. This is problematic when posting my cemetery edits, because many are wide, beautiful shots that lose luster when cropped down. I feel it cheapens the artwork in a way. Just as I unpublished E-book editions of the Tales from the Twisted Libra Cemetery series due to the presentation being less than optimal in comparison to the paperback, I have decided to use my own gallery to display my photography rather than solely showcasing it on the Twisted Libra Cemetery Instagram. I want to create a spot where I know you can enjoy the full view!

Don’t worry. My Instagram is still functional. I will post edits on there, sort of as a preview. Just know that the full images will be available at the Twisted Libra Cemetery. For now, the only images I have posted in the gallery are some recent edits from the Historic Oakwood Cemetery in Raleigh, NC. I took these a few days ago. Over the next week or so, I will be moving all the images from my Instagram over to the gallery in full scale. This will take some time, so please be patient. It will be worth it, I promise.

Want to check out the new gallery page? I think I did alright considering I have no idea what I am doing. Head on over to http://www.twistedlibracemetery.com and click on the Haunting Portraits image. Yes, this used to redirect you to Instagram. Now, it takes you into my delicious little gallery! Aren’t you just bubbling over with anticipation right now?

No? Okay, well…at least give me an “ooh” or an “ah” out of pity, would ya? Anyway, stay tuned for more fantastic changes in the cemetery! And yes, I am still working on the poetry book. No, I will not reveal the title just yet. All in due time. Before I go, here is the link to get your very own copies of Tales from the Twisted Libra Cemetery: https://www.amazon.com/stores/Twisted-Libra/author/B09VD96MBW?ref=ap_rdr&store_ref=ap_rdr&isDramIntegrated=true&shoppingPortalEnabled=true

So, go and check out the gallery. Let me know what you think! I promise, it will be bursting with images soon enough! Until next time…

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 a sinister, old mansion;

Spirits of the past dancing endlessly,

Within its crumbling walls.

As night arrives and the darkness takes over,

You can hear the peals of laughter,

The clink of silver goblets,

The delicious song of a violin,

All echoing forth from a time long forgotten.

Spare me your bright lights and noisy crowds.

I prefer solitude and shades of black and grey;

Rainy, cloudy weather and disembodied voices,

Coffins and tombstones, black lace and dead roses.

If there must be light, let it be either candle or moon.

Yes, I long for a glimpse of a ghost,

A touch from an entity,

A dance with the devil,

A bite from a beast.

Give me a haunted life,

And find my dark heart full.

Ⓒ2023 by Twisted Libra

Until next time…

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 realized existed. I think you all will be deliciously entertained!

So, how about a little taste? I won’t post the entire piece, but here is a snippet of something I wrote earlier today. Enjoy!

I drop my robe, anticipating a relaxing shower,

As steam and candlelight fill the room with an eerie ambiance.

Suddenly, it feels as though I am being watched,

And that I am not alone.

Invisible fingers run seductively down my spine,

Like the melting wax gliding slowly down the tapered candles.

I inhale sharply in response, arching my back.

Only my own face reflects in the mirror.

Turning around, I see no one.

There’s breath in my ear, now.

A faint sound, like a low growl…

©2023 by Twisted Libra

Stay tuned, my lovelies! Things are getting exciting around here!

Until next time…

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 as a sneak peek!

One more thing before I share: MOM, FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS, DO NOT READ THIS!!!! SERIOUSLY!!!!! DON’T DO IT, WOMAN!!!!

(There are some things a Libra Mom shouldn’t be privy to.)

So, without further ado…

Surrendering to your bed of ebony and crimson,

The silk sheets caressing my naked skin.

I can feel your dark eyes feasting upon my body,

As your wicked mouth soon will.

The rough touch of your hands,

Sending trembles through my core.

A moan escapes my lips as you press down upon me,

And I lose myself in your bondage.

Falling prey to your devil’s game as you taste and tease,

Bringing me to the edge, then pulling me back.

Delighting in the torment, you smirk as I writhe.

I am yours to possess, the crux of your fantasies.

Use me; your broken doll, your plaything.

I feel your tongue snake across my flesh,

As I burn for you, begging you inside me.

With a thrust, you begin to oblige,

And I succumb to your carnal desires.

Ⓒ2023 by Twisted Libra

Oh, hello there 2023…

Happiest of new years, my lovelies. Your beloved Twisted Libra is, in fact, still around. I honestly just tend to check out mentally during December each year. I am not a fan of the “Christmas season” that occurs here. Despite the existence of a multitude of other holidays during December around this world, the US seems to mainly embrace just the one centered around a fat guy in a red suit and a virgin birthing a kid. Simple things like buying groceries or getting through traffic become horrendously complicated due to the massive crowds of holiday shoppers. Christmas has seemingly become a competitive exercise in consumerism. It desecrates my very soul, and so I shut down and avoid the living as much as possible. That includes blogging and posting on social sites.

Now that the weeks of crowds, tacky decorations, and obnoxious music have passed, I feel I can reemerge from seclusion. Some people get depressed in the winter, particularly January and February, but I thrive in gloomy and bleak conditions. The cold weather keeps loud, annoying people indoors and away from my ears. The overcast days make for wonderful cemetery pictures. And the best thing about this time of year? No bugs. They’ve gone back to hell where they belong. I enjoy winter. Sweaters and hot tea and dark afternoons and books by the fire. Yes, sign me up, please. I will fight anyone who whines about how they miss the summer weather. Seriously. I will chase you out of my cemetery, beating you with your own flipflop as a weapon. Try me. Keep your hot weather and insects. Summertime absolutely sucks.

Before I wrap this up, I have to post the obligatory book ad. Come on, a girl has to get her work out there somehow, right? If you don’t already own the Tales from the Twisted Libra Cemetery series, go grab your copies now. You are going to love it. If you have read any of my books, please consider leaving reviews on Amazon. Thanks in advance. And now, the dreaded book ad:

I worked hard on this one.

Click on the video. You know you want to.

You can order your books here: https://www.amazon.com/author/the_twisted_libra

So, yes I am still alive. Yes, I am still writing. New book expected sometime this year. That is the best I can do for now. But I am going to be blogging regularly once again. Let’s all have a happy and healthy 2023. Until next time…

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.

The weight of reality keeps increasing.

With each breath, in and out, her will is ceasing.

Life dances all around her; the sounds of merriment and joy abound.

Her mind exhibits quite the opposite, for in a sea of sorrow, she drowns.

Her solid outside appears complete, but inside, the glass has shattered.

Her existence has made no impact, and nothing she’s done has mattered.

She fights the urge to fade away; the call of the empty intrigues her.

She’s drawn to relief of letting go, for the world she’s in now doesn’t need her.

All that ever could have been, and all that never was,

Is all that she has left to claim against a judgement of “just because.”

Just because she wasn’t colorful; just because she was somewhat strange;

Just because she didn’t fit; just because she refused to change.

Her tears on the ground, but her eyes towards the sky, she survives another day.

Her burdens are many, her body is weary; she chases contentment, and begs it to stay.

©2022 by The Twisted Libra

Better late than never, right?

Prepare yourselves, my lovelies! I finally did the photo shoot for the entire trilogy! I will give you a moment to overcome your sheer astonishment.

I know, I know. It took a bit. Well, as I said in a previous blog, after I changed the cover art for book 2, Amazon took its sweet time getting me the updated cover. I ordered author proofs, but they kept showing up with the old artwork. It was frustrating! But now, I have a copy with the correct design. So, the photo shoot commenced yesterday in a lovely cemetery! Check out these shots (there are so many more still to share!):

(Above is the OLD cover of Book 2. It has since been updated, but I have not done a new photo shoot.)

I also got a bit creative with some videos:

Not too shabby for a girl who has no clue what she’s doing, huh? I can’t wait to post more images. I got so many amazing shots yesterday! If you don’t already have your own copy of these spooktacular gems, you can get them here: https://www.amazon.com/~/e/B09VD96MBW. Go take a look!

Thank you all again for your continued support! It means the world to me! I’ll post again soon with more book stuff, but in the meantime, enjoy your Sunday! Until next time…

Courting the muse…again…

I started working on the next book recently. I hate to sound like a walking cliché, but I’m only truly happy when I am writing. After a much needed mental break following the launch of the last book (not a breakdown, mind you), I feel refreshed and ready to begin the next project! I am not quite ready to reveal the title (although I do have a title picked out), but I will confirm that this will be a collection of dark poetry. I am hoping to release it by the end of the year, but don’t quote me on that just yet.

Speaking of the previous books, I finally got my own copy of the new cover art for book 2. It only took me a few months and two author’s copies with the old cover on it. Thanks, Amazon. Anywho, now I can do an actual photoshoot of all the books! I plan to try and get out to a cemetery this weekend and stage some shots. I’ll post them on all my socials and also here on the blog. Be forewarned, once I have images for advertising the trilogy, I will be doing so with frequency. Please don’t block me. I have to get the word out somehow. If you do buy a copy of any of my books, please consider leaving a review. They help so much!

That is all I have for the moment. I am off to create some new dark delights for the upcoming book. Get caught up on the Tales from the Twisted Libra Cemetery here: https://www.amazon.com/Twisted-Libra/e/B09VD96MBW. Don’t forget to review! And stay tuned to this blog for more updates from yours truly! Until next time…

We dance with Death, but dare not ask Its name…

It is finally Fall here in the cemetery, and the abundance of reds, oranges, and yellows amongst the trees is absolutely enchanting! I adore the colors of Autumn, and each year they still amaze me. However, it occurred to me recently that the love that everyone seems to have for these vibrant hues is proof that we are all, on some level, in love with Death.

Allow me to explain: You see, the leaves only change color as they slowly die. When they have withered into the seasonal tones we all love so much, they eventually break loose from the tree and fall to the ground. Hence the alternative name for Autumn: Fall. As humanity is collectively oooh-ing and aaah-ing over the changing colors, what is actually being witnessed is the touching of the leaves by Death. People are mesmerized by the sight of something dying. I have always said there is beauty in Death, and now you know it’s true. The demise of the leaves brings about the wondrous shades of Fall, our eyes become transfixed by these shades, and we applaud the workings of Death divine.

You had no idea you were so macabre, did you? Well, my lovely, you are. We all are. Especially during the Autumn season. We revel in Death’s artwork as It paints the landscape with a fatal touch; cold, bony fingers creating brush strokes of red, orange, and yellow across the trees with a vision both alluring and morbid. The forests become a makeshift cemetery for the fallen leaves, their remains scattered by the cool breeze and the feet of passersby. When you walk along a leaf-strewn path, you are dancing among these remains, spreading the ashes of Spring and Summer.

So, take that thought with you. There is beauty in Death, and we are all a bit macabre in our own way. Embrace the artwork of Death. Breathe it in. Death paints with a gifted hand, and it deserves appreciation. Until next time…