I’ve moved past from all the days wishing
you were living this life with me.
Did you ever dream the same –
do you like what you see?
Life moves on as we
*Originally published 4/10/14
Nonet: A nonet is a type of poem which has nine lines, with the first line having 9 syllables, the second 8 syllables, the third 7 until the ninth line has only one. Some nonets may also have an iambic meter (stress on every other syllable).
It started out with a song, one that planted a seed inside me,
asking the same old question, “Are you really happy?”
Then, “what if you aren’t, what then will you do?
Will you get up and leave all this behind? Will you? Should you?”
And so the seed grew, and kept growing until the day came
when the answers found their questions. And this time, there was no shame,
from the first word on the page to the last, from the wine, and the gun – but not her past,
I was her and she was me; guess all this was meant to be
all because of a song,
one that woke me up to what was wrong
I need a different kind of love, it’s true
I need to fall in love with me again, not you.
via Discover Challenge: Song
I actually attribute Different Kind of Love by Brendan James as the inspiration for my latest novel, Everything She Ever Wanted, for which he gave me permission to use the lyrics in my book, but it’s actually this one: Nothing For Granted, that started the ball rolling. The lyrics are just absolutely life-changing.
As Liz Durano, I write contemporary romance and women’s fiction and my latest book, Everything She Ever Wanted (A Different Kind of Love Novel) is now available from Amazon, iBooks, Barnes & Noble, and Kobo.
She takes her time lazily,
lying prone on her bed
elbows propped, reading her book,
letting the scenes glide in her head
in and out they go,
like waves lapping the shore
recharging her from the week’s craziness
until she’s done with one adventure,
already ready for more.
via Recharge — The Daily Post
…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.
via Mistake — The Daily Post
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?
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
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.
–Via Daily Prompt – Maybe
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.
Via Daily Post – Craving
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.
via Muse — The Daily Post