Guess Who's Back! - BOOK GIVEAWAY!

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I have not posted on this blog since 2012. Last you heard from me I was twenty-three years old and identified as a lesbian. I published under my deadname and was heavily influenced by Christian undertones. Now it's 2020, and I'm finally out as a Genderqueer, Latinx, Queer, and Pagan author. I've gone through some shit since last you saw me, and my voice is still forming post coming out, but it's solid enough that I am putting myself out there again. 

At thirty, I am navigating chronic illness, starting to make a living as a ghostwriter, and putting my published works back into the world. The woman from Emeral Jewels and from the post before this one is no longer my wife, but my best friend. Dispelling the myth that you have to hate your ex. We were best friends since we were fourteen, and though our romantic relationship ended, we have a solid friendship that includes both our current spouses. I married my current partner in 2013, and I am incredibly lucky that she is in my life. Caitlin is my rock and supports me in everything I do. I'm not sure I'd be able to do this restriction without her. 

Speaking of, I am doing a book giveaway for my book of poems, A Rambling Wanderer's Tale, which is no available in Print and Kindle. Please help support me by downloading it and sharing it. Lending is turned on, so please feel free to share! Current reviews are positive, and I always welcome feedback!

So, in short, I'm out and back to writing! My website is KentWritesStuff.com, and if you are looking to for ghostwriting services, find me at Top Rated Ghost Writers.

e-Book $.99 | Paperback $5.99

Kindle Giveaway unit Wednesday, August 19, 2020

The Coldest Winter Snow

Anger.
Anger at the truth.
Anger at my self for still being in love with you.
You gave me a ring promising for forever,
Forever is a day to the heart of a fleeting lover.
My own personal run away bride,
Your next boy or gal should by you a pair of Nike sneakers
Your next crush should run and hide.

Pity.
Pity on your soul.
It's all just a game to you,
While you just try to fit this pathetic mold
All the while singing your own sad rendition of the soulful blues.

Try being a woman,
Grow some damn courage.
Live for yourself
Not that serpent of a heartless mother
Who you let devour
Every last bit of your beautiful spirit.

You once told me to grow a spine.
Now I am telling you,
Grow a damn back bone!
Do what you you love,
What you were meant to fucking do.
Do what is good,
Not for everyone else,
But just do it because it pleases you.

You are a better poet than I will ever be,
But some how,
The world will never know,
The world will never see,
Deaf Jam will never hear of you
Because you run and hide,
In your rabbit hole of lies.
So, I ask you this:
Who are you to be judging my life?

You're scared?
Poor baby,
You should have lived a day in my shoes
Back when I was growing up,
You should have spent a day in my life.
Facing fear,
Facing pain,
Facing eviction,
Facing trying to make it another fucking day.
At least I learned how to live and love.
You learned how to survive and change,
live in fear,
Live in chaos,
Live in a prison
Composed of your foolish pride and the desires of other's hate.

Pride is the devil wrapped up in a pretty bowed disguise.
You can be proud and not prideful,
You can be proud and still be strong
When you break down,
When you lose control,
When you start to cry.
Pride and proud are not one and the same.
Pride and proud are different,
Like indifference and hate.

Face the facts,
Courage is not the absence of fear.
Courage is doing what you must
Despite that all consuming ring of terror,
That whisper of self-doubt,
The whisper of "you can't do it,"
Ringing in your ears,
Playing with your mind,
Playing with your fears,
Playing with who you are,
Playing with all the truths you hold dear.

You want to talk brave?
Try stepping up.
I am living my live,
Doing my thing,
Going on with my being,
Doing what I do...
Never giving up to the pain you left on my wounded heart.
I am doing right by me,
While you keep breaking hearts
Because boredom starts to consume
Because you are no longer fully amused.
Because in your mind,
Love is all about you.

Here's a news flash,
Love is selfless.
Love is kind.
It's kind of sad
When you realize the woman you love
May have left you in the cold,
But her veins
Run with blood colder
Than the coldest winter snow.

The Great Escape from The Devil's Hell

They have you,
They hold you in their arms,
Not by choice,
but by a forceful hold.

When I think on them,
Their faces are monstrous.
Their hold binds you
To a loveless life you wish not to lead.
They have taken your dreams
Told you visions can never become reality.
They have taken your spirit
Told you not to believe
In a different kind of dream.

It is a different world
In which you live.
A different way of thinking.
I dream a dream differed
Even when fear takes hold.

Mine have told me
To dream
Mine have told me
To make dreams become truthful reality.
They have taught me
To see the spirit of life,
Venture forth to greet its happy face
With a matched pair
Of hope and faith

What lies have these mortals told
That you would think
You could not break this alleged hold?
Strength is fading;
I see it in your eyes.
But do you not know?
Do you not see?

Moses began to lose his strength
In a story lost
inside a desert
by a sea.

His arms grew tired
as the day grew long,
But those who loved him,
And those who cared
Stood by the man
Held his arms up in the air
When Moses was no longer strong.

He lost the strength
To bare this weight
But his companions stood fast
Giving this Moses a way
To press on to the light of another day.

Let us be your support
When your arms grow tired from the weight.
Let us be there
To help you along the way.

Have you not heard?
Have you not seen?
Others can too see your forgotten dreams!

While some others may not see
The wonderful woman
You are growing to be,
Others can view
The woman you really are.
The woman you continue
To grow into.

There are those,
Who love you
For who you are
And wish to help you
On this,
Your new start.

Pride is a downfall
When it hinders your plans.
Letting others hold your arms up
Is not weakness,
But takes more than the strength
Of one thousand men.

You are not alone
In this battle you fight.
This hold they have
Does have an end in sight.

Let us love you,
Let us help,
Let us be there
When life goes to hell.

When you have those
Who would stand
Through dust storms
And break through
The emotional dams,
You are then truly free of tyranny.

And when what you once knew
Has now been transformed
Freedom will ring,
And the true you
Will be re-born.

Do you not know?
Can you not see?
When you have love
On your side,
And friends standing by,
The Devil's hellish nightmare
Can no longer be.