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 Nov 2018 Sacred Johnson
Roj
Letters
 Nov 2018 Sacred Johnson
Roj
Feelings I can't express.
Words I can't utter.
My desire.
My Care.
Everything that I have.
Everything that I am.
Even my heart.
You are reading and holding it now.
 Nov 2018 Sacred Johnson
Iz
Immortal
 Nov 2018 Sacred Johnson
Iz
An extra seven years is
Added to my life
Everytime someone
Says
“I love your writing”
 Nov 2018 Sacred Johnson
CBL
He was a great one
He made stories that we love
Rest in peace Stan Lee
 Nov 2018 Sacred Johnson
putiira
if they say a one-word poem,
i'll write your name...
The laughs,
The cries.
The secrets,
The lies.
The little fights,
The drunken nights,
A friend is all you need.
maybe the reason why
he explains himself too much,
reiterating what he wants to do;
is not because he is guilty of something
but maybe because
he's been guilty all his life;

and now that he knows he's not,
maybe he wants someone
to believe in what he says

because he is having a hard time
believing it, himself
Fear had something to say.
And he wanted to say it now.  
So I paused and told him,
“Go on.”

He said,
“I know I’m weighing heavy on your chest;
I see sometimes it’s hard for you to breathe.”
“You know I can’t leave you alone;
So I at least want to give you this tip.”

“Breathe...”
“And work.”
“Be steady.
Don’t feel like you have to do too much at once.”

“Relax.
Let your chest be unburdened and unbothered.”
“Let it go.”
“And try to regain control.”

“You’re doing just fine.
Doing just great.
I know a few mistakes you’ve made
but you can get back on track and get it made. ”

“Try.
You can try again.
You might make it;
And if not, try again.”

“Get your work out there
And let it be seen.
Try and do that
And get back to me”

And I looked back at Fear
And told him “Sure.”
Turned my back on him
And began my work.
And if he speaks to you, do listen.
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