laughed at me.
Hissed, tried to lure me.
I’ve dived into her deep abyss before.
It’d be hours, weeks, days until I’d come ashore.
I’d try anything to not become this land’s whore.
-N
An Incurable Romance Writer
laughed at me.
Hissed, tried to lure me.
I’ve dived into her deep abyss before.
It’d be hours, weeks, days until I’d come ashore.
I’d try anything to not become this land’s whore.
-N
For too long.
Need to continue my existence,
Else I lose this consistence.
-N
I stand transfixed by your movements.
Paralyzed with the thought of discovery.
-N
In June of 2020 I took the plunge and published my first African-American paranormal romance. I loved every moment of it. This book was something I’d been working on for a long while, and I finally had the guts to publish it. I got reviews, (not many as this was released on Amazon and I self-published) and I was pleased with the results. Now I am working on the sequel.
It’s taken me almost three years but I am pleased to say that I am almost finished with the next book in the series, Before Midnight. I lost inspiration, then gained it back. I had writers block. Tonight, as I’m working on the next book I am marveling at how far I’ve come. I used to be so afraid to publish my own work. Always fearing that it would never be good enough.
But publishing my poetry on this website, and seeing notifications of other writers reading my work truly warms my heart. You all gave me hope that maybe my writing isn’t as meaningless as I once thought it would be. It’s what gave me the strength to try. If I had to give advice to any person struggling with the decision on whether or not to post their work, I would tell them to do it. To try. Because you’ll always wonder.
And you are better than that.
By the way, if you’re interested in reading the first book, see below the hot book cover for link. 😏
It seems my time in purgatory has come to an end.
I’m drained, weak, and don’t know if I’m on the mend.
Am I human?
-N
Of my time.
No longer tolerant of wasting anything that’s mine.
I need more than a tingling of the spine.
Take a seat, as I sip this wine.
-N
My secret lies within the flower.
Hidden amongst rolling hills, and endless sorrow.
-N
I can’t share my thoughts.
Sometimes I feel ashamed of my carnal desires.
I smile to hide the tears,
I laugh to ignore the fears.
-N
I should be used to this.
The unknown.
The heart racing,
Hands shaking,
Fear inducing trauma,
That stops me in my tracks.
But every time it happens it feels like the first time.
-N
For the decadent,
Sinful, feel of you.
-N