From darkness to light…

Something has changed for me, my lovelies. Years of introspection, lessons learned, and struggle has brought your beloved Twisted Libra to a healthy and stable place, mentally speaking. I have grown significantly as a person, and dare I say I have conquered my demons. Seriously, no longer are we locked in battle; we cuddle and boop snoots. I am healed from years of pain and suffering within my own mind. Chronic depression never truly goes away, but I now possess the skills to manage my slumps in a positive fashion rather than allowing myself to sink to the black depths of nothingness. I spent most of my life face down on the bottom of an ocean of despair. Those days are behind me at last…and it has me just a little bit worried.

Am I not happy? No, of course I am happy. Truly happy, for the first time in my life. So, why am I so worried? Well, I feel my greatest work was spawned from moments of darkness and gloom. I write for catharsis; if I have no need for release from dark burdens, what shall serve as my muse? I suppose my newfound fear is, without the sadness and pain dragging me down to that proverbial bottom, will I still be able to write? Will it be any good? As someone who has spent their entire life in the shadows of depression, I’m not at all confident that I can create from a place of joy. What if this is the end of Twisted Libra?

Okay, so maybe I am being just a tad melodramatic. I am quite a talented writer. It’s just that I have never (in my own opinion) successfully written much when basing my words on positive feelings. I have always found the beauty in darkness; can I find that same beauty if I step out of the shadows and embrace a brighter mentality? How does one find inspiration outside of the macabre? Can upbeat positivity exist within the realm of the macabre? This is all such new territory for me. I feel somewhat like a beginner. No one told me that healing could come at such a cost. I have danced with the dark muse my entire life, swaying to a sultry rhythm of haunting melancholy. Now, the up-tempo number is beginning and I don’t know any of the steps. What if I fall flat on my ass?

I suppose the outcome of this part of my journey is akin to a casket made of glass: remains to be seen. (Think about it. You’ll laugh.) I won’t lie, your darkly delicious Twisted Libra is a little afraid. Can I be dark and happy? Do I write about death while I smile? Can I tap into those macabre parts of my mind without fully giving myself over to misery? I honestly do not know. I hope you will join me for this journey into good mental health. There is no map; I’m winging this bitch. As soon as I figure out what this means for Twisted Libra, I will let the world know.

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A little something new…

I did a thing.

Enjoy, my lovelies. I also wrote a new poem today. It’s a tad spicy. I’ll share it soon!

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Bleak, yes, but I do it so well…

Welcome back to the cemetery, my lovelies! Your deliciously dark Twisted Libra has a tasty new goody for you. Recently, the muse appeared from the shadowy depths of chronic depression and dragged me down into a poetic articulation of emotion. I present it to you now in all its raw glory. Bon Appetit.

You watch me struggle violently

As I sink beneath the waves

Never actually offering up

The rescue that I crave.

You promised to be a beacon

But the flame has long gone dark.

I drown in a tenebrous abyss

As my reality falls apart.

Two into one, a tumultuous thing

When jealousy comes to call.

Every step up I have taken

You seemed hopeful I would fall.

How does love ever equate

To loneliness and sorrow?

The future is no longer bright

I fear what comes tomorrow.

©2025 by Twisted Libra

Don’t worry. I’m fine. We all know I get dark sometimes. This is how I cope. By pouring the melancholy onto the page. It’s cathartic for me. It’s why you love me so much.

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I’m a survivor…

The last several days found your beloved Twisted Libra in a place of absolute peril: My website got disconnected from my domain. No one, including me, could access it from the link. Years of hard work disappeared in the blink of an eye. The horror was insurmountable.

Until it wasn’t. You see, I am not one to just roll over and be bested by computer coding. I dug in and spent the last few days troubleshooting codes and researching fixes for such an issue. Somehow, an inadvertent server redirect had deleted several default codes in my DNS set up. In basic terms, my linky-link was brokey-broke. So…Libra fixy!

Today, after an hour and a half of solid research, trial and error, my website is once again functional for all to enjoy! The happy dance I did upon realizing things were back to normal was one to rival any TikTok brat. I damn near screamed. This was agonizing. My joy was beyond measure.

So, suffice it to say that your delightfully wicked Twisted Libra is not too shabby in the brains department. Don’t laugh, I do have quite a large brain! It’s in a jar on my desk.

Celebrate with me, my lovelies! All is right in the cemetery tonight!

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Change in the house of Libra…

Welcome back, my lovelies! I’ll get right to the point: I’m doing a thing. A frustrating, time-consuming thing. I’ve decided to try and remove my books from Amazon. Apparently, I have spiraled into full-blown masochism. What fun.

Seriously, though. This has been arduous, to say the least. I spent hours today setting up one book – ONE BOOK – on Barnes and Noble. I had forgotten that each time you set up a book on a distributor’s site, you have to use a different ISBN. I own several, but in order to move my entire catalogue to more than one place, I will inevitably have to purchase more. Lovely.

I had forgotten how expensive it is to be a nobody author. All part of the dream, I suppose. You may ask why I decided to do this. Honestly, I have just grown weary of Bezos along with the other billionaires in the boys club. Supporting anything Amazon-related now feels disgusting to me. I dropped all things Meta; now it is time to break away from all things Amazon. No more Amazon Prime video, no more Kindle Unlimited; I can’t in good conscience continue to give money to companies like this. My move away from Bezos won’t be instant. Unfortunately, there are many parts of my life connected to Amazon right now. I must first find an alternate way to sustain those parts, but once I do, it’s farewell Amazon.

For now, my books are still available on both Amazon and Barnes & Noble online. However, I am uploading my books directly to the B&N platform, rather than having them distributed there via Amazon. Once I get my books elsewhere, I will close down my Amazon Author account. Don’t worry, I will let all (3) of you know when that happens. In the meantime, I am not going to post the purchase links for anything because for now, even buying on B&N puts money in Amazon’s pocket. Yuck. I will just be content if you all subscribe to this blog.

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That’s all I have this time. I will continue to update you on my progress in my Bezos Breakaway. All this is occurring as I am also working on my next book. Things are happening around the cemetery! Stay tuned for more!

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Picture this…

Welcome back to the cemetery, my lovelies! Your beloved Twisted Libra has been hard at work revamping my personal portrait gallery! It is no where near complete, but it is now back up and ready to be devoured by your eyes!

Since leaving the Meta-verse for more civilized pastures, I have felt the creative spark inside me once again. I am now working on a new collection of dark poetry, as well as tossing around a few story ideas for a full-length novel! I am quite excited for all that awaits on this new journey! I highly recommend we all disconnect from social media from time to time. It is easy to forget how toxic and time-consuming it can be. Scrolling mindlessly through repetitive reels and destructive comments is a complete waste of energy. I have a finite amount, so I choose to use it in more productive ways. It’s nice to relax with a great book and not feel compelled to share what I’m reading on Goodreads, or Instagram, or Facebook, or Threads. The societal compulsion to share would often override the actual experience. It’s like those “influencers” whose food gets cold because they were too busy snapping the perfect picture of it for social media. Fuck that. I want my food hot, my books read, and my life not dictated by some goddamn algorithm.

That’s all I have for today, my lovelies. Go enjoy the few portraits I have up in my gallery. More to come, I promise! The reorganization of all my photos has been quite time consuming. I am actively reposting my work. Don’t worry. I see this as my penance for relying so heavily on Instagram. Don’t forget to subscribe to this blog if you haven’t already, and as always, my books are still available at Barnes & Noble online and Amazon!

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Sometimes I write cute stuff…

My ongoing exodus from Meta has bolstered my creativity. Today, I poured through all the journals and notebooks lying about (my fellow writers know exactly what I’m talking about) and compiled all my unpublished poems into one collection. I had more than I realized. A new book might be closer than I thought!

Anyway, one of these poems is just begging to be shared now. Who am I to argue with the muse? I may have given y’all a snippet of this one a while back. Now am I happy to introduce the entire poem. I really enjoyed this one. It may be one of my all time favorites. Enjoy!

Death saw me sitting in the cemetery,

Writing down words that rhyme.

He sat beside me, curious,

And asked why I come here all the time.

I told him that the graveyard gives me solace.

Peace and inspiration do I crave.

He was amused by my lack of fear before him,

For many become frightened by the grave.

I told him I was rather fond of his legacy.

With total admiration, did I speak.

Death smiled and quietly said, “Thank you.”

Then leaned down and kissed me on the cheek.

Now Death and I meet here every Sunday.

We sit and share our thoughts about the world.

If you wander through the cemetery, past the bench beneath the willows,

You’ll catch a glimpse of Death and his favorite girl.

©2024 by Twisted Libra

I remember writing this in Hollywood Cemetery earlier this year. The macabre can be cute sometimes, you know. I am excited to be writing again, and to be potentially planning my next book! I feel good about the future, my lovelies. Stay tuned!

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Resurrecting the muse…

If you follow this blog, you already know I am currently shutting down my Facebook and Instagram pages and moving over to BlueSky. Long story short, I am no fan of Zuckerberg. Regardless of my reasons, though, I am finding a new, healthier perspective on my work and my use of social media. I might get a bit wordy here, so either bail out now and go back to scrolling through monotonous reels, or settle in for a thoughtful read. No judgment. (Okay, maybe a little judgment. I think I am quite entertaining.)

I realized recently that social media has made me lazy. Facebook and Instagram made it too easy to engage with followers without putting in much effort. Why write a new blog post when you can post a quickly edited photo or share a funny meme and get “likes” from the masses? Here on my blog, I have to actually write. I have to think, and if I want others to show interest, I have to make those thoughts comprehensible. Reading a blog post requires an attention span, whereas social media posts do not. They are a flash in the pan, so-to-speak. Writing here challenges me in the most creative ways. I never got that from Facebook or Instagram. I fell into the trap of posting “look at me” content rather than “think about this after I’m gone” content. I wholeheartedly prefer to post the latter.

So, if I am decidedly against social media, you may be wondering why I am moving over to BlueSky instead of just shutting it all down. Honestly, I need a place to advertise my work. I am a self-published author; I have no agent or publisher backing me in any way. The reality is, I need at least one social platform on which to spread the word about my creations. BlueSky appears to be a writer-friendly, nontoxic place for just that. Meta, the parent company of Facebook, Instagram, and Threads (which I already deleted), is a cesspool of corporate greed, data theft, bigotry, and mind-numbing repetition. No thank you. I can’t thrive there. I end up cultivating an appearance rather than creating actual art. I no longer want to waste away under the false pretense that I am connecting with people or getting recognition. A “like” does not equal having an impact on someone. It just means you caught their attention for a split second. They’ve already forgotten you. Art makes an impact. I want to make an impact.

Suffice it to say, your beloved Twisted Libra will be blogging more often. This is my place to vent, to create, to provoke thought. I can’t do that on a social platform. At least, not in any meaningful way. I think we all got caught up in the vanity of social media. We felt connected and entertained, but at the cost of true relationships and genuine material. I never really learned anything from social media except for how negative its affects can be. I learned what I do and don’t need in life, what I will and won’t let go of as an artist. I can’t be an authentic writer if all I do is catch people’s attention briefly enough for them to tap a heart or thumbs up icon. I want people to stop, listen, and walk away altered in some positive way. Social media could never truly provide that for me. I can only find it here, in the space I built. The space where people tune in because they choose to, not because some algorithm decided to put me on their FYP. My lovelies are here because they actually care about what I have to say. That is priceless, and from now on, these folks are the only ones who matter.

Thank you for giving me time to vent this all out. I feel better now. I hope you can take something positive away from this post. Perhaps you will reconsider your own stance on social media? I’m not saying everyone should quit, just make sure you are putting the greatest focus on the things that enrich and enlighten you. Be authentic. Don’t get caught up in the algorithms and viral clips. Thinking the “likes” and attention from strangers who forget you the moment they refresh the page equates to making a true impact on someone’s life is akin to thinking the stripper actually wants you regardless of the money involved. In both scenarios, you are doomed to be forgotten.

That being said, if you don’t currently follow this blog and you found your way here, please consider subscribing. I promise no spam, no ads, and plenty of laughs (with me or at me, it can go either way). Also, feel free to stop by my cemetery! All are welcome there, and I have a delightfully wicked creation for every soul!

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Fun with Dracula…

I did a thing yesterday. Looky.

I got a bigger shelf for my Dracula collection! Now there is room to grow! I have way more memorabilia than what you see here, I just didn’t want to overcrowd the shelf. What do you think? Would the Count be impressed, or would he request a restraining order?

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Change is inevitable…

There are some changes afoot in my cemetery! Your beloved Twisted Libra has decided to escape the Zucker-verse! Soon, the Facebook and Instagram pages I created years ago will be nothing more than a memory.

Why the move, you ask? Well, mainly I am just not a fan of Zuckerberg or the shady shit he does with his companies. That, and Facebook has become a toxic cesspool of ignorance of which I want no part. Instagram was my favorite, but it must go as well. Any platform owned by Meta is a hard no from me.

Where will I go? Don’t fret, my lovelies! I have already created an account over on BlueSky! It is a new social app that is a welcome departure from the corporate greed and data mining that Zuck and Musk are so well known for. I, for one, am looking forward to a fresh start! I want my social media to focus on my work and not anything personal. If Libra Dog and Libra Hubs wanted public exposure, they would create social accounts. This will be my opportunity to get back to posting my writing and photography. I am excited to see what the future holds!

You can find my social links in the Seance Parlour on www.twistedlibracemetery.com. Do come by and see me! It is always my dark pleasure to have you!

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