Dancing Among the Remains

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,

Painted in the colors of the past.

Illustrations dreamt up by a version of me that no longer exists.

Strip away the imagery of another life. Another time.

Far away and gone.

Bring forth the alabaster new,

Covered only in the memory of lessons learned.

© 2024 by Twisted Libra

Creativity is a fickle mistress. She will seemingly abandon you for what feels like an eternity, then rush upon you like a sudden winter wind. Her icy caress draws you towards delicious inspiration. Once she presents herself, take full advantage of her influence, lest she disappear again.

Until next time…

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 with black dahlias and burgundy roses. Whispers of sorrow and regret fill the air. The room smells of flowers with just a slight hint of decay. Save your tears; this is the happiest I’ve ever been.

©2024 by Twisted Libra

Like I said, this is just a start. I plan to go back to this one and add more. This is how many of my longer poems begin. I have an idea, I jot down a few lines, and later I go back with a fresh view and write until I feel it is complete. I’m the queen of revision, but sometimes I drive myself mad attempting to reach a level of perfection that possibly doesn’t exist. A good friend told me once, “Just take a deep breath and let the damn thing go.” She was right. An artist is never truly satisfied.

I am also tempted to publish another collection of dark poetry. I love to create poetry; far more than writing short stories, if I’m honest. We’ll see. I am always creating, so who knows where it will take me? Until then, feel free to check out my previous works:

Twisted Libra Books

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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 could get at that age).

My perception is hazy. My soul has been shattered.

You’re etched in my memory, now. Nothing else matters.

I escape into the ghost of you. I feel you surround me.

My eyes are shut tightly, and there’s no one around me.

I fall into emptiness; the world fades away.

I have no more feelings. There’s nothing to say.

Nothing but silence exists in my mind,

And the memory of happiness you left behind.

As I fall further, I wonder, where are you tonight?

Will I see you again? Will you make things alright?

As I wake, I’m alone. You are but a dream.

Just a ghost; an image. Or so it may seem.

You haunt my heart, and exhaust my mind so.

I try, but I just can’t seem to let go.

 © Twisted Libra

I must have been a hoot at parties. I love reading these old poems and seeing how far I have come as a writer, and also what elements of my writing have remained over the years. Now, this next one is a little more fun:

Life goes on all around me. I close my eyes and fall away.

People look at me and wonder, but they never know quite what to say.

They know me not, and I never tell. I keep them guessing all the while.

They point, and laugh, and whisper on. I just sit and flash a smile.

I don’t owe this world a thing. I am more than what you see.

You may have met some freaks before, but you’ve never known anyone quite like me.

I’ll make you think. I’ll make you curious. I’ll leave you desperately wanting more.

You’ll try to solve my mystery, like so many have before.

But in the end, you’ll shake your head, and assume that there’s no use to try.

You’ll write me off as strange or weird, but that’s okay. I’ll still get by.

Try as you might, you can’t forget me. I’ll haunt your dreams and fantasies.

You may have met a lot of people, but you’ve never met anyone quite like me.

© Twisted Libra

Awww! Coquettish Libra! Such a fun little poem, written by a girl who knew jack shit about life. Innocence is truly fleeting. As I read through my teenage scribbles, I recall how limited my world view was back then. It’s somewhat amusing, but I also find it endearing. Things I wrote about, feelings so dark; sadly, life would spend the next several years showing me how much darker it could get. Still, I can’t say I regret any of it. Do I wish some things could have played out differently? Of course. I just refuse to live in regret of what actually transpired, because good or bad, it shaped me in so many ways. Besides, I used to regret a lot of things. I wasted too many years wishing I could alter the past. Now I see that, like it or not, my past got me here and I absolutely love my life now. I wouldn’t change it for anything.

Wow. Look at me, getting fucking emotional. Gah! We can’t have that. I must remain wicked and dark. But I do thank you for being here, and for playing around in the way-back machine with me. More to come over the weekend, so stay tuned! Now, pardon me, but I do have books to advertise. Find them here:

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Enjoy your weekend, my lovelies! I will be back soon!

Until next time…