Cap - Poetry by Kruze - Guest Blog and Giveaway

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Five Things You Might Not Know About Kruze

This was a hard question or me to answer so I asked my sister and my two best friends and this is what we came up with. I have a hard shell but I am soft hearted for a lot of people and a lot of situations. I grew up playing sports so I always had the mindset to be tough and mean, I guess it also showed in my appearance. Only the people that truly know me knows that I have a heart of gold.

I shoot league pool for the APA. Currently I’m rated as a 5 in both 8 ball and 9 ball. Pool was first introduced to me by my biological father but when I became a teenager my step-father kind of shaped me. He prepared me to play league pool when I turned 21.

Although I do not do it often, I love to dance. I have to be comfortable with the people around me in order to actually get on the floor and dance. Otherwise, I will enjoy watching others around me.

I am an extremely flirty person. I will attempt to flirt my way out of any situation whether it be traffic tickets or something else. Sometimes I will be flirting with a person and won’t even notice I am doing it until it is pointed out by someone else.

Out of all the things about me I think the most comical thing is I think that my chipped tooth is sexy. My sister pointed this out to me and all I could do was laugh because it is so true. I think it fits my personality and I refuse to get it fixed. It is a part of me.

Cap - Poetry is a compilation of short poems that'll have you shaking your head and dropping your jaw at the same time. The poems focus on love, sex, relationships, and life, all from the viewpoint of a Capricorn.

Enjoy an excerpt:

Suicide

Standing at the alter waiting for my future bride.
Joking with my Best Woman but hiding how I feel inside.
Since many love us together I figured we should do this.
But deep down inside I doubt this would be marital bliss.
The song starts and our guests rise to their feet.
Sweat pouring down my face like someone turned up the heat.
Hands starts to shake and people think it’s my nerves.
But the truth is I’m mad because I feel marriage is for the birds.
Now I’m staring at the ceiling wishing that I could take it all back.
Why did I get myself in this? My thoughts are off track.
I need to buy some time to figure a way out.
How the hell did I let “Will you marry me?” come out of my mouth.
I blame my mom because they are too close.
I told her to chill out but she stays doing the most.
My sister was in on it too, even helped plan this thing.
Forcing me out of bed to buy a beautiful wedding ring.
Shifting my weight at the alter as panic is setting in.
How could I be marrying this girl when I’m sleeping with her friend?
Her family thinks that I’m perfect while I’m doing so wrong.
Telling her that I love her but hiding pictures in my phone.
I wanted to end this and tell her to find another fish in the sea.
She’s a lovely woman but just not someone for me.
The whispers bring me out my trance. “Here comes the bride,” they’re saying.
I see my life is about to end so I just start praying.
Lord if you get me out of this I promise not to return to this place.
I started to stop the wedding then realized it was too late.
My future bride is in my sight marching down in her gown.
Here she comes with her father, what do I do now?
I take his spot next to her and we continue making our way.
This is some bullshit. I definitely had better days.
“You may all be seated,” the minister said to our guests.<
Then he continued with the ceremony as my heart race in my chest.
I make it to our vows, she went first with hers.
Damn, she should be with someone else because I’m not who she deserves.
I’m up next. It’s time to take my vows.
Take a deep breath and wipe sweat from my brows.
“You know that I love you.” A lump formed in my throat.
My mouth suddenly got dry as soon as I spoke.
“You’re okay!” Someone yelled from their seat.
But whoever it was definitely didn’t know me.
Tears formed in my eyes as I grab my chest then neck.
Everyone went into a panic when I hit the deck.
“Someone call the ambulance,” I heard my mother cry.
I rather fake a heart attack because marriage is suicide.

About the Author: Kruze is a proud produce of Philadelphia and the Founder/Owner of Urban Legends Publishing. While being educated at Parkway Program Marquita discovered her passion for writing. Ever since her discovery, she has not been able to travel without two essential things, a book and a pen. Stay up to date with the author through https://www.facebook.com/kruze.da.author215 .

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