Kissing Strangers is Now Live!

Kissing Strangers is a one of a kind poetry collection because it is not my normal genre nor to I plan on writing one like it ever again. It all started about 5 years ago when someone commented that the don’t particularly like my dark poetry and that I should write something a little less dismal. So what do I do? I hear a challenge and told myself that I am going to write a book of love poems (puke).

It took 5 whole years, working on it in between other projects. It gave me nightmares that I wouldn’t be able to finish it because it seemed so forced and not authentic. BUT, when I am challenged, I will get it done and I will over exceed my expectations. I am happy to report that it is finally complete and I do have to say, I’m really excited about how it turned out. I’m also excited it’s over and I can go back to my stormy, punch throat writing. Click image below to find it on Amazon.com.

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After peeling back husks

after peeling back husks

of dead winters

and shapeless bodies

God can’t save you

it all stays the same

nothing more

nothing less

trapped in headless desolate dreams

fondling the serrated blade

that cut your fruit wide open

Just to tell you

that you were never here

to begin with

(C) S. Lynette, 2024 (intro to Mike Zone’s book, Skull to My Daisy)

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.

Blood Bible

all things go dark

when the timing is off

blood bible stereo sessions

dainty hanging figures

bits of sickness riding echoes

hurting in silence

hurting in the open

this is what life is like now

when the storm comes through

the sun can’t wrestle the shine

it just observes from the sidelines

losing sight from what’s to come

days are heavy and nights are empty

all falling between spaces

small things come and go

while the heavy weighs you down

some will fly, some will sail

some, drowning in dark pools

grasping sharp edges

it’s all you know

fingertips gliding across splinters

tracing smoke signals with your eyes

burning pages written in code

they can’t read between the signs

secrets in the nook and crannies

magic doors

suicide notes

this is all tucked away in pages

you leave to find

breathing on your own

can make no sense at all

but you get up

take a deep breath and fly

(C) S. Lynette, 2023

Shag carpets

desires and passions

are strange

thoughts get stuck

in your head

in an abandoned

parking lot

life’s filter can make things

better than they appear

shag carpets

and secrets drenched

in wallpaper

you will ask

why this poem

isn’t colored in

tones

living life in

quotations until

it all feels real

and finally learning

all over again

(C) S. Lynette, 2023

Gaslight Station

we have already
seen a lot of things
strung on vines
made from shitty
dashboard music

lost sparrows trying
to find their way home
to warped cities
where no one
give a shit to
hear them sing

highway vacancies
makes you more
easily seen
sticking to the trenches
where souls lose their skin

wearing smiles
like masks
to hide behind
outdated curtain calls

lights in the distance
feed the comfort missing
throwing words out
before fully formed

every hard pass
will merge left
shattering all this
life in the rearview
leaving me to believe
it was all for nothing

(C) S. Lynette, 2023

Triggers

fuck all

the pussy

so they can

feel dead inside

kill the living

kill those who

mean nothing

who had too

much life

too much status

let them know

what it feels like

to be empty

because some

need to be

taught a lesson

that dragging

your feet

through many

busy streets

has only resulted

in a mix of

not giving a

flying fuck

so beat down

those fleshy

desert flowers

and piss on

all of them

to leave

your mark

you will

come back

with a new

set of rules

and i will

be here

waiting

to break

every single

one of them

(C) S. Lynette, 2023

Another new book release!

2023 marks the 20th anniversary of when my first book, A Place with No Name, was published. For years I have wanted to do a second edition, as the first one wasn’t quite satisfactory in my opinion. Because of a mediocre final result, it became the bane of my existence. On a whim, I decided this would be the year I would redo it, making it as it was intended. Same as the first edition, I did NOT rewrite anything that was in the original notes before publication. The poems in this collection were written in notebooks and journals from the ages of 11-25. I took the completed poems as they were written, nothing was edited or changed. The only difference in the second edition is formatting, as over the years I have gotten better at it.

Since these poems are from the beginning of my poetry “career”, they are in fact, not my best. However, what makes them interesting is how young I was when I wrote them.

If you have the first edition and you are picking up the second, thank you so much for your continued support. If you are picking it up for the first time, Thank you so much for your interest! You can grab a copy of this gem on Amazon. If you do decide to purchase a copy, I invite you to write a review so I know what you think! https://a.co/d/8WGnWuu

Before all this

hollow shell of a man

waiting to be filled

with something

other than stillborn

memories

over 125 pages read

in one sitting

pages you didn’t

know i had

marked by love’s end

pages sliding

between my fingertips

an orchestra living in low notes

discovering a new season

learning the way

of loneliness, pain

mapped out in blueprints

from quiet spaces

orange and yellow

railroad earth

horizons fall with

delicate mathematic

equations

bits of you kept hidden

i’ve seen

you have more to give

from a heart of barbwire

unhinged doors

windows

souls of regression

invisible bones keep

standing

how bad does it hurt?

let’s hold hands to communion

to sunrises

walking into any or all things

blind

dreamscapes can sometimes

get caught in transgression

midnight raw antics

graveyard shifts

you may think

you are late in coming to this

but you have been here

the whole time  

four decades looming

over balcony seats

the watchers studying  

every move that’s made

but even then

it can still happen here

the moments that have never been

are possible to hold

but what hope awakens

when you are all alone?

don’t want this to be

the last days of us

but what i see

and all i know

is written in between

your double spaced

confession of an unlived life

you are not wrong

everything is fucked

it’s

all

FUCKED

everything is a suicide quest

because nothing like the sun

can be replaced

sway with the trees

in the dark like a fool

shed your skin

with dead spirits rising

trip to nowhere

but maybe somewhere

with me

i didn’t know you

before all this

and maybe i don’t know you now

and i’m ok with it

because i’m not afraid

to burn alongside you in the fire

(C) S. Lynette, 2023

All the fucks you gave

they say you are what you eat

anxiety

bedridden nightmares

monsters in the closet

secrets that cling to your chest

somehow become

words that spill on dirty napkins

takes more than a sewing kit

to heal a fresh wound

mothballs hidden away

as a deterrent in your mind

because somethings are too hard

to swallow

we’ve all made mistakes

again and again

you stand up

brush the debris off

and keep going

nobody gets a prize

if they’re put on repeat

all

those

stupid

fucking

bad

decisions

ties keep getting crossed

but they need to be severed

new days come

night steals them for its own

all the fucks you gave

won’t be forgotten

but always come back

to haunt you

new pursuits kept tucked away

in your back pocket as a reminder

why you fell in the first place

reflection tactics run wild

so they don’t know

what’s beyond the wall

but some do understand

that nothing can save

a rotting garden

(C) S. Lynette, 2023