The Choice

The Choice

Love is without reason.

Fear is without faith.

A rational person fears the fall,

fears the possibility of the heartbreak.

But a fearless person leaps into love,

without regard for the repercussions.

Who is the fool?

Those who leap or those who fall?

The Hunt

The Hunt

As the winter fades and the night air is rich with new life,

She stirs again within.

The warm darkness is like silk against my skin,

Coaxing her closer and closer to the surface.


She aches to be set free to join the hunt,

To raise her face to the moon in adoration,

To feel the power of the earth beneath her feet.


Oh how I long to set her free, this beast inside.

If only for a moment.

The temptation to leave my world behind and lose myself is so strong on nights like these it leaves me breathless.


My biggest fear is that once she gets a taste of freedom, there will be no returning to the life before.

I fear the freedom, I fear the power, for with it comes violent instincts long repressed.


Would she ever give me back control?

Or even worse, would I even want it?

The Dichotomy Within

The Dichotomy Within

We all have a dichotomy within.

How can two parts of a whole be so opposing?


So casually the heart brushes aside hard won resolutions made by the head.

Betrayal to its host without conscience.

For the heart has no concept of tomorrow or yesterday; it feels only now.

It’s the head that must bear the burden of remembered hurts and guarded futures.

But who is the betrayer, the heart or the head?

Is it caution or disregard which leads to the fall?

Perhaps you know if you’ve met the other half of your soul when the two parts finally align.


True love doesn’t love in spite of the rest of the world,

It loves oblivious of the rest of the world.


For M.

May you find the path you are looking for.

In the Darkness

In The Darkness

Waiting in the darkness.

The emptiness is unending and relentlessly cruel.

Never feeling the warmth of his breath on my skin or the guidance of his touch.


It seems unimaginable to hope that he can find me here.

Too scared to reach out, each breath full of unrealised desires.

Equally afraid and excited that I might find what I’ve been searching for.


To long for someone with strength enough for both of us,

Someone strong enough to tame the passion in my soul.

Could it ever be real?


Or will I still be left searching in the darkness from this life to the next?


I’ve been hard at work on ‘Sally’s Surrender: Coalition Mates 4’ and have found the characters rather inspirational. I hope you enjoy the poem!


Darling Girl

Darling Girl


One day I hope you will wake up to be.

Instead of being what you think they should see.


Never hide the gifts that make you special in an effort to fit in,

For any world where the cost to live is conformity is not a place you will find your happiness.

Existence is not enough; it’s a coward’s wasted opportunity.


Without finding true joy and purpose, you may as well be a character in someone else’s story.

Be brave enough to be the woman you are.




You shouldn’t have hoped that one would see who you are.

They only see what you show them. Thank the Gods for that.

The different don’t belong.

You don’t belong.


You wouldn’t be able to control your hunger.

You’d lose yourself.

They’d judge.

You’d regret.


Regret is such an awful pain, it follows so closely.

It’s always nipping at your heels, tempting you to kick at it so it can justify the bite.

Can’t it just leave you to your loneliness for a moment?

Has pain no respect for pain?

Raven’s Awakening

Hello,I’m throwing this little tidbit into the poem category. It’s going to be be part of a new paranormal romance series I’m working on. Hope you enjoy!

Raven’s Awakening


Some nights, when the moon is bright in the sky and the air tastes of darkness and magic; my otherness seems to embrace me.

I feel her stretch out under my skin and scent for her prey and at that moment I am utterly free and whole.

I’ve never felt freedom like there is to be found in the warm embrace of the dark. But with that freedom comes a price; a raw and terrifying hunger that does not feel like it is my own.

There is no doubt, no confusion, no emotion; but also no control.

Just a carnal hunger for strength and dominance.

For uncontrollable wildness.

For claws and teeth.

I fear that if one of these nights, when she’s awake inside of me, if ever I met the one who could satisfy these needs I would be lost.

I would surrender everything to him.

I crave it with everything I have, and I fear it with everything that I am.

But in the end, which will win?

The fear or the hunger?