Redemption | Poetry Collection, No.3 by Eric Christopher Jackson

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Redemption | Poetry Collection, No.3 by Eric Christopher Jackson

Redemption | Poetry Collection, No.3

  Redemption Poetry Collection, No.3 °° “What have you done in your life that makes it seem impossible to recover from? A crucial mistake? A misunderstanding? A tendency to cling to immaturity? A row of decisions that scream irresponsibility? Or have you committed the greatest sin: Not really doing anything?

“Boys Don’t Cry” | Excerpt of “Redemption” | Poetry Collection, No.3

  “Boys Don’t Cry” Boys don’t cry though we have tear ducts in our eyes boys don’t cry the sign of weakness is far from us boys don’t cry middle school high school dry your eyes college campus car accident addiction too hard to quit wife is gone the job

Gift Set for the Brand

  These are two different worlds to me: Art & Creative Writing. I didn’t think I could do well at both at the same time. I feel like two different people. When creating photographic art, I feel open to everything. I have to be aware of the entire world around

Video Blog: “The Road to Redemption Starts with Confidence”

Hello everyone, A new video is on the YouTube Channel. I feel it is important to speak you all on a more consistent basis. Although the vlogs will not be perfect, I do have to start somewhere. I hope you get something beneficial out of it. Happy Friday Eve. Eric Christopher Jackson

Made of Stone

“Don’t be afraid to love. A broken heart is better than one made of stone.” -ecj


Have you ever felt torn? Questioning what’s right. What’s true. When black and white fade to grey. Stay or go. Yes or No. Either choice I make changes everything. But I do know, things can’t stay the same.


“The concrete began to split & crack in the dry heat. A rose emerged. Freedom, at last.” -ecj

Welcome Home

I remember when I was about…17, 18 years old, riding in the car with my Mom. Years ago. I forgot where we were going or coming from. I don’t wear my emotions on my sleeve or talk about how I feel very often. Yet, my Mom has a way of

Is It True?

Yesterday is gone The past is behind The slate wiped clean I am free My heart as snow Why do You love me I do not know Beyond what I deserve I had heard One could be forgiven So many times I just never Believed it -ecj

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