I’m Not Dead

I had no intensions of writing this book. I was preparing my book Awkward Years last year for publication which was the product after a long battle of writer’s block. I was proofreading when the line, “I’m not dead”, popped into my head.

What most people don’t know, last year I was silently dealing with getting a divorce due to being married to a porn addict who was also a hypochondriac on top of a narcissistic, unemphatic pathological liar. I was married to someone who tried to make me believe I was less than human. Someone that thought could mold me into what he wanted me to be. I was called fat, I was ridiculed for what I ate. I was promised things with no follow through, ever. I was blamed for the porn that was downloaded on my computer because “he would never do that”, so it had to be me. Family and friends were pulled on puppet strings and fell for every last lie that came out of his mouth. I could keep going.

One thing he had wrong. He messed with the wrong girl. I can’t be played. I’m not dumb, I wasn’t born yesterday. I stood my ground, called him out on his shit and he didn’t like it. In the end, I blame no one but myself. I knew after being married a year that this wasn’t going to end well and I played along to figure out a plan to rectify the horrible mistake I made. Anyway…

I’m not dead was stuck in my head and I decided that was going to be the title of my next book. I’m not dead became my motto. I was going to rise above this tragedy that should have never happened and I am going to reclaim my life. But this book would end up being more deep and powerful than I was planning.

At the same time as my divorce, I was also going through things that no mother should have to go through. I will not go into details but I will share things that are already public knowledge. My daughter had attempted suicide more than once and spent time in and out of the hospital last year. I can’t explain how I had the strength to keep going. I don’t want to say I survived because we are still working on powering through. But I will tell you, this last year had tested me in a way that I hope I never have to experience again. After all this, I am a believer that I will get through pretty much anything that comes my way. I have learned a whole lot and that in fact, IM NOT DEAD. And yes, I got the ok from my daughter to use this title under the circumstances because I did not want to offend her or come off as insensitive even though the title was thought up BEFORE her challenges. I feel like I must share this because I know what some of you are thinking and I will nip that in the ass right now.

I’m Not Dead is extra special. The plan for the cover was supposed to be me wearing my burnt up wedding dress (which is a metaphor for those who are a little slow) but as it turned out, I couldn’t fit into it so I had to go to the next best thing, my daughter. Well, she totally nailed it. I have gotten more compliments on this cover than any other cover I’ve come up with. And I have to agree. She captured the mood of the book not only for the cover but in all the photos in the book, more than perfect.

By far, this book is the one I am most proud of. I hope you give this book of poetry a chance. I’d love to hear your feedback about it, good or bad, and I encourage you to write a review on Amazon if you do take the plunge and decide to purchase it.

How to build a poem so you’ll remember my name

hearts bleed secrets

cutting lines

living in circles

can make you blind

there have been hints

written in the sky

that are hard to read sometimes

worlds collided from there to here

on chance shaped by

background noise

and spilled ink

no gimmicks

no roadside flairs

nothing is what it ever was

chrome cities

shiny toy guns

fucked up love suicide missions

that was then, this is now

new abandon temples to hollow out

but not alone

the wanting to

hide behind raspberry bushes

and reshape the sun, with you

get drenched in syrup

from your smile

feed on energy

from burning planets

from words that escape our lips

that may not last forever

i don’t know what this all means

but time is never lost

when the nights are young

when sleepless hours

break walls made of glass

silence always reveals the truth

but i’m here to say out loud

maybe someday i can touch your face

and call you mine

(C) S. Lynette, 2023

Iridescent Madness (lady on a wire#10)

(Lady on a Wire and Mike Zone collaboration)

the mind is a weird mechanism
moving into exile
anytime on purpose

a reservoir of secrets
burning alive with
subliminal messages
of rebound history lessons

shaped with shiny flakes of spiderwebs
getting thrown in the wind
but never finds a place to stick
there are no happy accidents
and this world is turning to shit
feeling exposed with dark matter
bubbling up from the center

it’s part of the universe
made from radioactive waste
of distant suns
where orchestrated desires
will only last for so long

space diamond dust
will pepper the fire
with its nuclear waste
metal

no one’s safe from
marching ghosts
raking over coals
from one dimensional space

random thoughts
raw desires
whirlwinds of counterfeit
romances

all tucked away in the
asylum of locked doors
where hollowed out metaphors
walk alone

fuck love
i said fuck love

it’s all going to shit anyway
and all that’s left is our dead eyes
trying to save us all

(C) S. Lynette, 2023 (from Razorville)

Dismal Morningstars (Lady on a Wire#17)

(Lady on a Wire and Mike Zone Collaboration)

geometric shapes

written out in morning stars

testing time through

the burning hourglass

messages hidden in

flying trapeze acts

goth clowns raising havoc

on the tightrope

chasing the dark

through paranormal glances

sideshow headliners

steal the souls of onlookers

winter chills

silent screams

summersault through

the burning ash of dreams

puppeteers stretching truths

in this museum of the dead

the world waits for a new

cabaret to turn

lady on a wire

mr. zone

magicians of the darkness

owning the limelight

with graveyard antics

they don’t play with

with disjointed fools

come one, come all

this is nothing short

of a three-ring affair

desperate jesters, unicycle monkeys

junkies for the thrill

all try to play along

with their own dismal stars

snow begins to fall

coating the big top

like a weighted blanket

exhausting the spell to

hypnotize the masses

time ends eventually

light fades

blackness falls

leaving silence between

unmeasured fault lines

until the next day comes

(C) S. Lynette, 2023 (from Razorville)

Ball busting plea (Lady on a Wire#11)

(Lady on a Wire and Mike Zone collaboration)

you write a bold anthem
within this junkyard fantasy
black omens rise above
secrets etched in the woodgrain
ball busting atomic winters
i was made for this
murder for ransom with notes
written on war paper planes
traveling in dream time
in a post-apocalyptic suicide mission
tragedies will circle the ruins
half past noon
riddles are found etched
on the bones of our ancestors
maybe the origin of
mockingbird affairs are
found there
the prophet will graffiti
the city with forged promise
ask questions to the burning tree
shadows that bend backward
disappear
but i tell you
they do come back
with razorblade edges
in their eyes looking for
deep throat advances
this world has plenty
of origami lifelines
crashing them into manic
moon waves
reading scriptures
from the book of mirrors
under a dark veil
you turn a page and say
you can’t win them all
so with that i say
i’ll keep your balls
right where i want them
for now

(C) S. Lynette, 2023 (from Razorville)

Spice

when a siren sings

everything stops

strangers

village idiots

dead beat comrades

all want a piece of what we have

tossing away thoughts to the floor

makes vacancies for more

burning desires from

across state lines

for each other

we are parasites on parade

feeding on the others ink from pens

romanticism

star gazing

dancing a waltz for lovers

between the sheets

living abstract

touch my lady bits

with your long measured

free verse

visual moments of

light and color

filter tones

between my thighs

forged letters

will become unmasked

swallowed into their own

burning ashes

fraudulent cities will crumble

against their paradoxes

and turn to powder

they can’t have what they

thought was theirs

bone and teeth

poems and blood letters

from sacred vaults

they can’t bring us down

we already own the night

as we become one body

and will make it a relic

to our forms

-S. L 2023

I like when you talk

i like when

you talk those

big words

your sentences

glide across

my thighs

those eyes

wanna learn

the secrets

they hide

butterflies

migrate to

my belly

any time you

say my name

can’t wait till

your lips curve

around my…

and do it again

hold me close

lose your

fingers in

my hair

until morning

comes

(C) S. Lynette, 2023 -from Kissing Strangers, Coming Soon!