An Incurable Romance Writer
Yeah, you read it correctly.
I’m only saying what other people are thinking.
Of what others are feeling.
What lies within all of us.
What we are afraid to let out.
What’s the worst that could happen?
It’s okay,
I’m like the rest of you.
I’m the coward that pretends to be appalled,
Secretly marveling at the tales being spun.
Does that make me a deviant?
Tu pourrais être rude c’est ce que je veux
Look at me.
An absolute mess because of my thoughts centering you.
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I shouldn’t click but I do.
It’s late,
I can’t keep my thoughts straight.
A song comes on the radio.
I feel that I should go.
Mon esprit me dit toujours non.
You are a drug.
I swear I’ll never go back.
Just one more time.
But then I see your name,
and it’s like a sign.
Times, minds, drawn.
Fate sealed.
I can barely get my thoughts out tonight.
Because what’s promised is more delight.
Is it selfish?
To want to feel this for only me?
To not care about you,
To not care about what anyone else feels.
I want to take,
I never got to before.
I’ve always given,
Put myself on the back burner.
No more.
Not I.
Not again.
I tell you the rules.
Instead of being bothered,
You only smirk.
Glance my way,
And take off your pants.
Draped across the bed,
You tell me to take what’s mine.
We’ve got nothing but time, is what you said.
I have your pleasure,
But only if you take mine.
This has never happened to me before…
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My friends tell me I’m crazy about this dream I once had.
They all laugh and mock till my foolish heart bleeds,
For the love it truly needs.
I dreamt of a man,
who took my hand,
and told me I needn’t do much,
just get used to his touch.
How could I?
It was all elusive to me.
you see, love never came to me.
How could I just be?
Yet he whispered in my ear,
told me things that made me shiver,
that promised to deliver.
It felt so real that to this day,
I sit here waiting,
for my dream man.
I desire to never be afraid,
Yet I stand trembling.
I want to be free.
Yet I’m chained to this bed that has me adrift like the sea.
What I want,
Seems more like a haunt.
So I’m Goodreads famous.
LOL.
For the past couple of weeks, I have been stressing about my book. Whether or not people will love it if it will sell successfully. I expected average reviews. 3-4 stars rating. But to get five? That is absolutely amazing! It’s been an adventure. And now that I’ve gotten my feet wet, I am writing furiously for my second novel. I think all the jitters and kinks have been worked out.
Also, if you guys are interested, click the link below and give the book a look-see.
I love you all,
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Sunset is near,
My heart is full and clear.
My muse so suave and attentive,
The definition of cavalier.
My muse and I,
Filled with endless cheer.
Isn’t this wonderful?
An amazing artist I found on Twitter, who sketches writers with their favorite quotes from their own work, creates sketchings to go with it! I love art in all forms, so of course, I said yes! Anyways, tell me what you all think!
Until later,
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The sun was almost fading,
A wind most assuredly aiding,
In the invading night.
Eyes could not believe,
Nor could they conceive,
The awakening of death’s delight.
He kept away,
Always told, or kept at bay.
But not tonight.
Nay, on this night,
This hallowed eve,
He would achieve,
Deceive,
Leave bereft, and give no reprieve.
He had yet until midnight,
And then his leash would be unbound,
Causing others to gasp, and be confound.
There would be no rebound.
The taste of fresh blood, and souls,
Was truly his only goal.
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My thoughts are racing,
Time has me chasing,
Still, I sit here debasing myself.
All for you. What do you do?
Before I even come to,
You kiss me on the lips,
Barely even say adieu.
I hate you.
But then I smell your shampoo,
skin encased in bone and sinew.
And my love begins anew.
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“One of the greatest discoveries a man makes, one of his great surprises, is to find he can do what he was afraid he couldn’t do.” -Henry Ford
Hello, world!
This morning has been nerve-wracking and exciting at the same time. The entire self-publishing process seems to have come to an end for my first book. It releases on Friday on Kobo, Barnes and Noble.com, and Amazon. Everyone who needs to be notified already has, and now here comes the stressed-out part:
Waiting.
One would never guess that waiting could cause anxiety. But it can. When you’ve done all you can, poured your heart and soul into something you treasure, the only thing you can do is wait. Some people will love it, others will hate it, but the only way to truly know is to wait. Still, I commend everyone who has walked before me. Everyone who has taken a chance on their dreams and did what others thought was impossible.
I love you all,
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