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Letters To Kyle by Shakuita Johnson

Letters To Kyle


Letters To Kyle


Back in 2013 I met this guy Kyle online. We went on a date and I really enjoyed it. I was convinced our love would be written in the stars. That he was the one I’d been looking for all my life. Everything seemed to be falling into place. I thought…

Rarely do the things we want actually happen. I’d convinced myself that the signs were aligning and that he was my happy ever after. I was very sadly mistaken. It took me a while to let go though. So I started writing letters to kyle of how I felt or what I was thinking.

This is a non fiction account of 11 letters I wrote to Kyle from October to November 2013. It’s raw and gritty in it’s true form. Nothing has been changed. It is also a companion to my poem collection, “Inside The Heart of my Soul” which is free on smashwords and barnes and noble and 99 cents on Amazon…

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Letters To Kyle

Non Fiction

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Shakuita Johnson

When you feel as though your world is falling apart and the only person you want to talk to doesn’t want to talk to you…what do you do? You write them a letter of course! Over the course of about two months that is exactly what I did. I wrote letters to Kyle that he will never see…


The audio book should be available in the next few weeks as well. I will post the link once that happens. Please let me know what you think by leaving a review once you’ve read the ebook.


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Looking Through The Looking Glass


Looking through the looking glass
I saw my life
I saw my past
Blinding fear
All those times I tried to hold you near
To my heart
What a bad start
To a road that disappeared
From sight
Looking through the looking glass
I saw my life
My here
My now
Made from steel
Everything just seems unreal
Things I’ve done
I never thought possible
Look at me I’ve become unstoppable
Looking through the looking glass
I saw my life
The future I wish to have
It’s soon to be within my grasp
My dreams come true
Only thing I see when I close my eyes at night
Is you
By my side
Full of pride
For me
Looking through the looking glass
I saw my life
It wasn’t so bad


New poem

My soul screams out in sadness
My heart screams out in pain
A head that should know better
A heart that dares to hope again
A feeling that speaks of yearning
Of wanting to love again
A heart that has been shattered
Well beyond repair
A dream of things to far from reach
Of sorrows broken free
On wings of eagles soaring high
To heal what some can’t see
A smile no longer hides the sorrow
When laughter fades from both my eyes
The soothing sounds of music no longer sing to me
My mind can only touch darkness
Happiness seems to far to reach
A body almost too battered
To be what it was meant to be

The Day My Heart Beat Stilled

Picture I made on my iPad of a forest at night
Picture I made on my iPad of a forest at night


The feeling you get when some days are better than others… Well that’s how I would describe my writing. Some days I won’t write anything and others if I don’t write anything I feel like I could explode with all the things I need to say. This is what was going on when I wrote this poem. It was all in my feelings and instead of sitting in the corner crying and feeling sorry for myself, why not just write the words on paper. Sometimes that makes the emotions seem to real and like that day really happened and now you can’t block it out because you’ve put words to memory. Now when you look at this thing that you have written you will remember why you wrote it in the first place. I am a writer. It’s what I do. I write. It’s the only time where I can completely say what it is I’m trying to say without wondering if I explained it well enough. I’m not a fan of too much emotion but there’s so much emotion in my writing. Maybe the problem is I don’t show enough emotion when I’m not writing. It’s just easier to express emotion when I’m writing versus day-to-day life. Anyway here is a poem I wrote last night.

Cold and lonely
The day my heart beat stilled
Even the kindest words cut deep
The day my heart beat stilled
Images of your perfect face
The day my heart beat stilled
Never fail to bring tears to my eyes
The day my heart beat stilled
I can still here your voice calling out to me
The day my heart beat stilled
About what a great girl I am
The day my heart beat stilled
And how you don’t want to be tied down
The day my heart beat stilled
But what I heard where the things you didn’t say
The day my heart beat stilled
They lies you forgot you told me
The day my heart beat stilled
But every word I will always remember
They day my heart beat stilled
But in the end I’m stronger
Because my heart beats still

Checking in

Well hope everyone is enjoying my first novel Dark Indiscretions. I am currently working on refinement as well as Dark Indiscretions Two. Well be posting a blurb in the next few days for that. I’m also still working on putting up the two short stories I wrote in 2002 up and well as a few poems I’ve written. Thanks to my followers and friends for reading my stuff.

Dance The Dance


The poem now has a title

Dance The Dance

Saw a pair of blue eyes today
And in them part of my future
His lips so soft upon my own
His tongue a part of my body
Molded to him like he is my very own
Two parts of one whole
Looking upon his face while on my knees
Laid out for me to see everything
Committing everything to memory
Longing for every touch and word
Face lit up with wonder
How to make this man my own
This is one of the many things I wonder
Fire blazing from every place you touch and kiss me
He guides his head between my legs
Burying himself above me
Time stops for what seems like forever
And then he begins to move
Dancing the dance of lovers’ tunes
While I enjoy the music only we can hear

What I’m working on

I am currently starting to write poetry again. It was my first love and I will begin to post old as well as new ones on my blog very soon. I will also put up the two only short stories i ever wrote. Maybe one day i will expand them and build something amazing from them. I am also always looking at my first novel to make it the best that it can be while also working on the second book in that series. I have written two chapters of it so far and I’m pretty happy with the direction it is going. I will leave you with a stanza from an poem I wrote in creative writing in 2002 at the beginning of my senior year in high school. It was entitled “New Love”.

New love is a river

Pulling trees straight out of the ground

Snapping every twig in its path

Turning over boats and rafts

Piling everything in one spot

Then with one big shove

Releasing it all at once.