Dreams of a Broken Soul, In the Shadows of my Heart

Helping those in need is more important than the money

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“When in need, a hand is all one needs.”

So I submitted my first press release to some local newspapers and Roanoke Times editor was one of them that picked up the release. I emailed them today speaking of the second book published and they are merging it with the first one. I can’t wait to see the release in the newspaper lol I’m thinking of ordering a bunch of copies of both of the poetry books and doing some book signings at the library in the town I grew up in. Also thinking of going to Barnes and Nobles in Roanoke, VA to do a signing. It just depends on my finances. If I bought the number of copies I want to buy and sell them all I would be happy lol.

As of right now I have both books up on separate facebook pages with their own show now buttons that take you directly to the createspace estore for easier access of purchase. Also up on my main author page.

https://www.facebook.com/IntheShadowsofmyHeart

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https://www.facebook.com/pages/Dreams-of-a-Broken-Soul-Life-through-a-Teenagers-Eyes/995032457175920

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https://www.facebook.com/Kasey.Hill.Author

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I strive everyday to help others in this world. Its not about making the money. If I sell books, it means I’m helping the ones who purchased the copy. Money doesn’t make my world go round, happiness of others do. I really hope my books can reach through to others  in their time of need. Instead of committing suicide, read one of my prose. Instead of crying your eyes out, read one of my songs and create your own tune in your head for it. This will get you through the days. I hope one day I can be recognized as a helper or as a guide for everyone in need.

Stay tuned for more information on the releases of these books and the more to come in the future!! Book three is rolling around in my head!

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Dreams of a Broken Soul

Second poetry book published paperback!!

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Well, I finally broke down and did a paperback publishing route to my second poetry book “Dreams of a Broken Soul: Life through A Teenager’s Eyes.” After publishing the first one, I became so excited I HAD to do the second one lol You can buy your copy either on my estore https://www.createspace.com/5551885

For those of you wanting an autographed copy, message me and place your order through me, same price plus shipping as stated on the websites. I will order, autograph, and ship to you with no additional cost for autographs <3

Here is my formal Press Release!

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE:

Contact: Kasey Hill’s staff
Book Name: Dreams of a Broken Soul: Life through a Teenager’s Eyes
Company: Createspace
Email Address: kaseyhill02242012@gmail.com
Web site address: https://www.createspace.com/5551885

VIRGINIA AUTHOR LAUNCHES HER SECOND POETRY BOOK: DREAMS OF A BROKEN SOUL: LIFE THROUGH A TEENAGER’S EYES

KASEY HILL has been writing poetry, fiction, and nonfiction for years. She finally took the initiative to have one of books of poetry published this year. Satisfied with her work, she set out to publish her second poetry book that includes all of the lyrics she wrote between the ages 13 and 21.

Kasey’s poetry book, “Dreams of a Broken Soul: Life through a Teenager’s Eyes,” was released June 11, 2015 to the public via paperback publishing. The book reflects upon her writing from her school age days. Dreams of a Broken Soul is full of lyrics that she wrote from age 13-21 in hopes of landing a hit song. One song is currently demoed through Nashville, but has yet to receive a pull from the list. She decided to turn her lyrics into an anthology for easier access for those seeking her talents and skills. Most of the lyrics are reflections of her thoughts in school and some are the thoughts of people around her.

“I wrote my problems out in school. Whether it was a song, a poem, or a short story, writing has always been my expression of inner thoughts and feelings. I hope one day it will help the masses like it helped me” – Kasey Hill
She strives every day to help those that don’t fit into what society believes they should. The lives of teenagers is getting more and more, rough to accommodate to. The lines of beauty and hip are becoming more and more strenuous to achieve. This book of lyrics shows a side that every teenager wishes to express but is afraid to tell their inner secret.
For more information, contact Kasey Hill at (434) 259-0546 or visit her websites at:
www.kaseyhillauthor.wordpress.com
www.facebook.com/Kasey.Hill.Author
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Dreams-of-a-Broken-Soul-Life-through-a-Teenagers-Eyes/995032457175920
https://www.createspace.com/5551885

Press Contact:
Contact Name: Kasey Hill
Company Name: Createspace
Phone Number: 434-259-0546
Email Address:kaseyhill02242012@gmail.com

Company legal statement Dreams of a Broken Soul: Life through a Teenager’s Eyes is not to be published without company knowledge.

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Writing

Recognition, “I’m proud of you!” NOT

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Six years ago I was happy go lucky. Well, if you want to be technical, its going on seven years. I was going into my last semester of college and things were fanning out in my future. I was writing on various books I had dabbling in my head, along with a coauthor on esoteric material. My world came crashing down when my mother was stricken ill with a stroke. We got through months of therapy and her getting better. The final nail in the coffin, which is an ironic twist of words in my heart, was her passing in February of 2009. It was two weeks before my final exams. I had missed the max allotted time for absences and there was no way I could go into class. I was a wreck. My absence was allowed and we set forth with the plans of burying my mother. When we laid her to rest, I laid a side of me to rest as well. I laid my passion to rest. I didn’t have the urge to write anymore. I couldn’t even write my grief out on paper. I broke the damn of emotions this past winter. They flooded my mind. Words came in bounds to my fingers, along with tears streaming from my eyes. I had never let the bottled up feelings of my mother’s passing completely out. I was turning 21. Two weeks from OUR shared birthday. The number one fan in my life. The one who envisioned me going places with a college degree. I let her down when I graduated. Six years later that degree sits in a frame unused. Its not my fault. I couldn’t find a job to use it.

I haven’t heard I’m proud of you from anyone aside from my sister since my mother passed. When she passed, we became closer than we have ever been. We too are six years apart. Funny how numbers play a role in your life. I patiently wait for the rest of my family to recognize my accomplishments, but to no avail, they have yet to tell me how proud they are that I’m their sister. I’ve become the black sheep. I don’t get Christmas Cards from my older siblings. I don’t get birthday wishes. I feel like I don’t exist unless something happens to my father. I’m invisible in their eyes.

I published my poetry books to gain recognition in my family’s eyes. It seems I will never gain the respect I wish. So from now on, I’m doing me! I published my book for me! I don’t care if its sells. If it does wonderful! If it doesn’t, it doesn’t matter. I accomplished something in life and took it by the horns. Recognition is needed no more. I do this for me from now on!

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Dreams of a Broken Soul

Sample from Dreams of a Broken Soul

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Darkest Dream

I’m running far away
To escape this place
I look to the stars for the face
Who will save me and take me away
His hands brush away the tears
My body shudders with his touch
Within him I see so clear
His image slowly fades to black
He’s the one
That we dream of
The one who can save us all
I keep trying
To find the one man
Who will save us from the darkness
All one thousand
Kids mistreated
Who feel lonely
Need to be saved from this horrible Place
Flown Away
Steered away from
A suicide life
A suicide life
I’m running from the field of tears
And falling into a world of fears
I reach for his outstretched hand
I can’t reach him
I can’t touch him
I’m falling into
The darkest dream
Where all innocence is lost
Everything is lost
The lightning strikes
I hold his hand tight
Hanging from the Cliffside so high
My eyes are pleading with his
Save me
Help me
I keep trying
To find the one man
Who will save us from the darkness
All one thousand
Kids mistreated
Who feel lonely
Need to be saved from this horrible Place
Flown Away
Steered away from
A suicide life
A suicide life
I’m running from the field of tears
And falling into a world of fears
I reach for his outstretched hand
I can’t reach him
I can’t touch him
I’m falling into
The darkest dream
Where all innocence is lost
Everything is lost
Let me live
As I fall through the air
I can only remember
He was never there
They’re jumping one by one
Into a sea of fiery hell
He flies in
But he’s too late
His hopes have sank
There’s no one left to save
All their lives
They hoped and prayed
That he would come
On the darkest day
But now they’re gone
He is useless
No one gives a damn
They’re mean and cruel
I keep trying
To find the one man
Who will save us from
The darkness
All one thousand
Kids mistreated
Who feel lonely
Need to be saved from this
Horrible Place
Flown Away
Steered away from
A suicide life
A suicide life
I’m running from the field of tears
And falling into a world of fears
I reach for his outstretched hand
I can’t reach him
I can’t touch him
I’m falling into
The darkest dream
Where all innocence is lost
Everything is lost

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