they say she’s cold, too lost in her past one that’s filled with darkness one that’s meant to last forever if she lets it letting it eat her from the inside like the fires of… More
…and I love it!
And while it’s put a halt to my poetry typing of late (plus that small piece of paper isn’t conducive to long pieces, just saying…), it’s a brief hiatus so I can get Everything She Ever Wanted out into the world. I even have the paperback proofs to prove it and while there are a few tweaks still to be made (All that text sure is very close to the edge!), all I can say is that I’m in love with Harlow James and Dax Drexel, the muses who have taken over my creative mind the past summer.
The ebook is scheduled for release on October 18 but the paperback will be available way before that – I have to proof the copies on hand first. If you’re wondering what it’s all about, check out the little teaser I made:
If you’re on Goodreads, it would mean the world to me if you could add it to your Want To Read list and if you’re on Social Media, a Thunderclap would be awesome. And if you’d like to join the Facebook Release party and win copies of the book and gift cards, I’d love to have you!
he’s my biggest mistake,
the best one of all,
and he left me no regrets
for dating to fall
in love with a dream,
for that’s what he is –
just a figment of my imagination
borne from one kiss.
isn’t it obvious?
can’t you see
just how much my world
revolves around you and me?
how everything that i am
depends on how you feel
from the moment you awake,
and my world becomes real?
One day it will hit me –
I’m turning fifty,
and the years have not been kind.
There’s only me to blame,
too foolish to believe
that I’ll always be the same,
and that beauty is in the mind.
She is his obsession
his soul’s desire
she is who he dreams of –
for her, he’d walk through fire
through the depths of hell
he’ll come for her
she is his personal heaven
there will never be another…
Via Daily Prompt
On the surface, we are perfect
the ideal family for all to see
Yet behind closed doors, we seethe and boil,
each one oblivious to the other’s turmoil
not seeing the lies
as each day, we continue to die
Maybe if i had loved you more
you would have stayed
but that wouldn’t have changed the truth
of how well you played
on feelings already raw
from your betrayal
scraped clean of remorse
with every denial.
Like paint left on for too long
sometimes we crack, we peel
weathering every storm that comes
forgetting, that even with all the pain
we can still feel the sting of life,
from where she sees the things she sees
beyond the fringes of the gloom
that is her imagination
beyond where she runs free
where the feel of his touch unmans her,
where the sound of his voice lets her be
whoever she’s always wanted
behind every closed door
where she’s all-around perfection
or his own personal whore –
but always with her consent,
it’s the one card she holds
but beyond each open door, a crack
where others see only the lies they’re sold.
He appears in many guises,
filling every corner of my dreams,
his darkness matching the demons
that linger beneath the seams
of the fears I seek to bury
yet no matter how hard I try
he comes without knocking, unbidden
like a swarm of locusts darkening the sky
And after he gets what he wants from me
stripping me of everything I once held dear
it’s a release that’s like no other,
where nothing else dares come near.
And so I leave the door wide open
of this little cage I still cling to,
waiting patiently for him to return,
gracing me with a madness that speaks so true.