Tattooed On My Skin – Zoey Sweete


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Tattooed on My Skin is a dark collection of poetry that takes you into the mind of Zoey Sweete and the memories she shares on her skin. Around each dark corner of her mind she marked a story, a chapter of her life on her skin to tell a story of its own. Each line, each drop of ink will show you a peek into the madness she survived.  From demons to dark angels, each tattoo weaves a story that made her the woman she is today. Are you ready to read the madness within? Are you ready to feel each tear that rolled down her cheek, each bruise that left a scar on her soul, each memory left tattooed on her skin?

Links:

https://www.createspace.com/4300200

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/tattooed-on-my-skin-zoey-sweete/1115427371?ean=2940016501444

http://www.amazon.com/Tattooed-on-My-Skin-ebook/dp/B00D1C3Q3W/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1370420019&sr=8-1&keywords=tattooed+on+my+skin+zoey+sweete

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/320278

Trailer:  http://youtu.be/_W9_lDBOT1M

Links to Zoey Sweete:

http://www.facebook.com/ZoeySweete

http://www.facebook.com/AuthorZoeySweete

http://sweetesinz.weebly.com

Zoey_Sweete@twitter.com

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One Door Closes…


The saying goes… One door closes and another one opens.  That door closing can pertain to a lot of different things.  Love, jobs, opportunities in general.

Well, I know that in my life that has happened quite a bit and when it does, you forget that the other door will open.  It’s hard to remember that.  When you depend so heavily on one thing, it can be difficult to see the light at the end of the tunnel.  It’s scary.  It’s scary to be alone.  It’s scary to not have a paycheck.  It can feel like you’re wandering through a swamp.  Murky water and detritus everywhere you turn.  The giant trees obscuring any sunlight and at night, the dangers that live there become more prevalent.  It’s scary to wonder how you will ever get out of the hole you’re in, but you will.  The sun rises the next morning, breaking through a clearing in those mossy, great trees.  The grayness around you starts to burn off allowing the rays of the sun to warm your face and you can find a way to land and solid ground.  We all have to remember that hope will once again sprout before you like an orchid.  A beautiful flower growing in the darkest, dankest place.

Hope is that orchid.  A beautiful bright flower.  Most people think that they are delicate, but in reality they are a hardy flower that never really dies, but only goes dormant.  You just have to wait for the bloom to come back.  Sometimes it takes a few months, but it will return.  Hold on to knowledge that the bloom will return, just like good fortune.  When we lose something or someone that is extremely important to us, it can feel like we will never have that joy ever again, but it comes back and most of the time it’s better than before.  Don’t let the bad things that happen make you lose faith, because when our days are the darkest, it will be faith that gets us through.  Faith in family, friends and the knowledge that a small flower will bloom in darkness.

We need to remember that in the midst of despair, when that door closes in our face, that we have to start looking around.  The reason is because the door doesn’t always open itself.  Sometimes we have to open it.  One of those other doors is unlocked and waiting to be opened…. and on the other side is a meadow full of flowers and sunshine.  It’s full of hope and promise.  So don’t forget to check every door… an new adventure is waiting for you on the other side.