Sam Qavah John
@qavahcreates.bsky.social
Leader and Professional Storyteller
Her.
Elusive and unkind.
I get frustrated and scared…
Of the time it takes.
And the hope it wastes.
Why can’t I be free?
Of this desire and this dream.
I’ve let it go… I’ve sacrificed it.
Humbly watched it burn.
Only you.
Can make the clouds disappear and the sun shine bright.
Elusive and unkind.
I get frustrated and scared…
Of the time it takes.
And the hope it wastes.
Why can’t I be free?
Of this desire and this dream.
I’ve let it go… I’ve sacrificed it.
Humbly watched it burn.
Only you.
Can make the clouds disappear and the sun shine bright.
October 12, 2025 at 9:58 PM
Her.
Elusive and unkind.
I get frustrated and scared…
Of the time it takes.
And the hope it wastes.
Why can’t I be free?
Of this desire and this dream.
I’ve let it go… I’ve sacrificed it.
Humbly watched it burn.
Only you.
Can make the clouds disappear and the sun shine bright.
Elusive and unkind.
I get frustrated and scared…
Of the time it takes.
And the hope it wastes.
Why can’t I be free?
Of this desire and this dream.
I’ve let it go… I’ve sacrificed it.
Humbly watched it burn.
Only you.
Can make the clouds disappear and the sun shine bright.
You foolish temptress.
You consider me a base fool…
From tedious cleaning to busy work that feels endless.
Every act brings glory to you, God.
I will not be complacent.
I will not go gentle.
Why am I the way I am?
How do I protect myself yet commit to excellence.
This… I learn.
You consider me a base fool…
From tedious cleaning to busy work that feels endless.
Every act brings glory to you, God.
I will not be complacent.
I will not go gentle.
Why am I the way I am?
How do I protect myself yet commit to excellence.
This… I learn.
September 27, 2025 at 1:25 PM
You foolish temptress.
You consider me a base fool…
From tedious cleaning to busy work that feels endless.
Every act brings glory to you, God.
I will not be complacent.
I will not go gentle.
Why am I the way I am?
How do I protect myself yet commit to excellence.
This… I learn.
You consider me a base fool…
From tedious cleaning to busy work that feels endless.
Every act brings glory to you, God.
I will not be complacent.
I will not go gentle.
Why am I the way I am?
How do I protect myself yet commit to excellence.
This… I learn.
Get out of my way.
September 8, 2025 at 8:48 PM
Get out of my way.
September 6, 2025 at 6:53 PM
August 21, 2025 at 1:14 AM
www.scadmoa.org/programs/sca...
In collaboration with the amazing SCAD Museum of Art and SCADstory, the SCAD Exhibitions Team is excited to announce the launch of Feel-Good Fridays!
We will meet at 3 pm @ the SCAD Museum of Art on Friday, August 15th.
Email vjohn@scad.edu to register
#scad #art #bee
In collaboration with the amazing SCAD Museum of Art and SCADstory, the SCAD Exhibitions Team is excited to announce the launch of Feel-Good Fridays!
We will meet at 3 pm @ the SCAD Museum of Art on Friday, August 15th.
Email vjohn@scad.edu to register
#scad #art #bee
August 5, 2025 at 3:05 PM
www.scadmoa.org/programs/sca...
In collaboration with the amazing SCAD Museum of Art and SCADstory, the SCAD Exhibitions Team is excited to announce the launch of Feel-Good Fridays!
We will meet at 3 pm @ the SCAD Museum of Art on Friday, August 15th.
Email vjohn@scad.edu to register
#scad #art #bee
In collaboration with the amazing SCAD Museum of Art and SCADstory, the SCAD Exhibitions Team is excited to announce the launch of Feel-Good Fridays!
We will meet at 3 pm @ the SCAD Museum of Art on Friday, August 15th.
Email vjohn@scad.edu to register
#scad #art #bee
July 28, 2025 at 5:40 PM
To God be the Glory, Honor, and Praise Now and Forevermore.
1 Year at SCADstory.
1 Year Elevating and Upholding Standards of Utmost Excellence.
1 Year of Learning, Growing, and Evolving.
1 Year of Stewarding Well, Leading with Love, Defying the Odds, and Healing the World.
#nevergiveup #steward
1 Year at SCADstory.
1 Year Elevating and Upholding Standards of Utmost Excellence.
1 Year of Learning, Growing, and Evolving.
1 Year of Stewarding Well, Leading with Love, Defying the Odds, and Healing the World.
#nevergiveup #steward
June 24, 2025 at 11:11 AM
To God be the Glory, Honor, and Praise Now and Forevermore.
1 Year at SCADstory.
1 Year Elevating and Upholding Standards of Utmost Excellence.
1 Year of Learning, Growing, and Evolving.
1 Year of Stewarding Well, Leading with Love, Defying the Odds, and Healing the World.
#nevergiveup #steward
1 Year at SCADstory.
1 Year Elevating and Upholding Standards of Utmost Excellence.
1 Year of Learning, Growing, and Evolving.
1 Year of Stewarding Well, Leading with Love, Defying the Odds, and Healing the World.
#nevergiveup #steward
I am blessed and honored to be bringing my vision for the future of business on April 24th at Service Brewery at 6 pm.
Let’s heal the world.
Together.
#business #love #dream #heal
Get your Tickets Here:
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Thank you Christian Swails and StartUp Savannah!
Let’s heal the world.
Together.
#business #love #dream #heal
Get your Tickets Here:
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Thank you Christian Swails and StartUp Savannah!
April 18, 2025 at 7:50 PM
I am blessed and honored to be bringing my vision for the future of business on April 24th at Service Brewery at 6 pm.
Let’s heal the world.
Together.
#business #love #dream #heal
Get your Tickets Here:
www.eventbrite.com/e/doers-make...
Thank you Christian Swails and StartUp Savannah!
Let’s heal the world.
Together.
#business #love #dream #heal
Get your Tickets Here:
www.eventbrite.com/e/doers-make...
Thank you Christian Swails and StartUp Savannah!
March 22, 2025 at 11:35 AM
Fade Away.
Thrust into destiny.
Strung up by the chords of shattered dreams and expectations.
Fluctuating heartbeats and shaky breath.
Left in the lurch.
And clawing for reprieve.
I don’t want to be forgotten.
Is it up to me?
Yours faithfully,
Hope.
#write #built #reps #art #dream #make
Thrust into destiny.
Strung up by the chords of shattered dreams and expectations.
Fluctuating heartbeats and shaky breath.
Left in the lurch.
And clawing for reprieve.
I don’t want to be forgotten.
Is it up to me?
Yours faithfully,
Hope.
#write #built #reps #art #dream #make
March 21, 2025 at 6:47 PM
WAVE.
In the waves that threaten to tear me down and overwhelm me, I look up.
And wonder why I continue this relationship when all it “feels” like is the last thing left that fails me.
Feelings don’t get the final say.
Not by a long shot. Hit me with your best.
I won’t flinch.
#write #trust
In the waves that threaten to tear me down and overwhelm me, I look up.
And wonder why I continue this relationship when all it “feels” like is the last thing left that fails me.
Feelings don’t get the final say.
Not by a long shot. Hit me with your best.
I won’t flinch.
#write #trust
March 20, 2025 at 12:57 PM
I Resist.
I train.
Every day is an attempt to wake up, look in the mirror and be okay.
No matter what I do, I can’t seem to shake it.
This built up and fed voice that claims my worth through the body I inhabit.
The body I’ve fought, cried, and bled to build.
Yours,
Dysmorphia.
#write #honest #be
I train.
Every day is an attempt to wake up, look in the mirror and be okay.
No matter what I do, I can’t seem to shake it.
This built up and fed voice that claims my worth through the body I inhabit.
The body I’ve fought, cried, and bled to build.
Yours,
Dysmorphia.
#write #honest #be
March 19, 2025 at 1:22 PM
WIP.
Someone who is so far removed from who I was 10 or so years ago yet still honors that phase of my life.
My desire to be the greatest of all time.
Offset by my passion for using that platform to proclaim the goodness and undeniable glory of my God and Savior.
#write #elevate #grow #jesus
Someone who is so far removed from who I was 10 or so years ago yet still honors that phase of my life.
My desire to be the greatest of all time.
Offset by my passion for using that platform to proclaim the goodness and undeniable glory of my God and Savior.
#write #elevate #grow #jesus
March 18, 2025 at 1:03 PM
Drawn Out.
Long Standing. Would there be a freedom in the hope I’ve found.
Or would I be trapped in this seemingly endless land or regret and self-hatred.
If there is an end…
I hope to find it, soon.
But, till then, we must all pay for our choices.
#art #write #fresh #grow #love #content
Long Standing. Would there be a freedom in the hope I’ve found.
Or would I be trapped in this seemingly endless land or regret and self-hatred.
If there is an end…
I hope to find it, soon.
But, till then, we must all pay for our choices.
#art #write #fresh #grow #love #content
March 17, 2025 at 4:50 PM
Discernment.
I’ve had to make choices.
Had to stop.
And I wonder where I would’ve been.
If other decisions were made.
If other places were lived in.
My day to day. What would it look like?
Or would I have returned to dust.
Fading into mediocrity… and foolish desire.
#art #make #love #post
I’ve had to make choices.
Had to stop.
And I wonder where I would’ve been.
If other decisions were made.
If other places were lived in.
My day to day. What would it look like?
Or would I have returned to dust.
Fading into mediocrity… and foolish desire.
#art #make #love #post
March 17, 2025 at 12:18 AM
What if?
This is precisely where I need to be.
What if… my story is about making the most of this.
In a year that can be summed up with the word heartbreak, could it and I be something more.
Even if its different.
What if there’s more to this than I could ever imagine.
#writer #photography #reps
This is precisely where I need to be.
What if… my story is about making the most of this.
In a year that can be summed up with the word heartbreak, could it and I be something more.
Even if its different.
What if there’s more to this than I could ever imagine.
#writer #photography #reps
March 12, 2025 at 1:29 PM
What if?
This is precisely where I need to be.
What if… my story is about making the most of this.
In a year that can be summed up with the word heartbreak, could it and I be something more.
Even if its different.
What if there’s more to this than I could ever imagine.
#writer #photography #reps
This is precisely where I need to be.
What if… my story is about making the most of this.
In a year that can be summed up with the word heartbreak, could it and I be something more.
Even if its different.
What if there’s more to this than I could ever imagine.
#writer #photography #reps
I am your fool, no longer.
You treacherous, murderous snake.
Your mere existence fuels my passion-driven rage.
I crush you beneath my feet, time and time again.
You weak, petulant trickster.
I will drive this trident deep into your soul and all those who embody you.
#art #write #content #artist
You treacherous, murderous snake.
Your mere existence fuels my passion-driven rage.
I crush you beneath my feet, time and time again.
You weak, petulant trickster.
I will drive this trident deep into your soul and all those who embody you.
#art #write #content #artist
March 11, 2025 at 1:10 PM