Starry's Confessions

S. K. Jackson


January 2016

She’s Found in the Right Hemisphere

I am the secret.
I am the shame.
I am the dream that reality never became.

I seek the darkness.
I seek the light.
While visions flourish, damage stays out of sight.

My soul will not settle.
My thoughts will not quit.
My peculiar mind uncovers the devil’s tricks.

A woman untamed.
So I will carry the blame.
To never reside in the left side of their brains.

So dial the phone.
Converse with the unknown.
And find me in the Right Hemisphere.

Written by S.K. Jackson



Hey Troubadour won’t you sing me a tune.
They tell me your pain has saved many a fool.
You sing of torture. You sing from your wounds.
So hey Troubadour won’t you sing me a tune.

They say your heart’s filled with nettles and thorns.
A wild garden left neglected to form.
Into a dangerous forbidden home.
Of unhappy stories no one wants to own.

A heart that’s left to sleep.
A mind that delves into the unwanted.
You draw me in.I can’t help but feel.
There’s part of me in every story.

You’re a stranger who knows me well. You dance in my soul; a ballroom of hell.
Confronting my demons. Undoing the spell.
So sing your songs and let my heart rebel.

Written by S.K.Jackson

The Separation Of Me

The Separation Of Me

She opens me up.
She walks me to dead ends.
She stares back at me with laughing eyes.
She is so sure of herself and loves to party.
But brings an aftermath of despair.

She hides in my morning reflection.
I don’t know what to do when she hurts me.
I don’t know why she makes me sad.
I don’t understand her need for attention.
I don’t understand why she doesn’t love me, when she’s all that I have.

But when she sleeps or separates herself.
I wish she’d awaken or return to me.
To take over my senses so I feel free.
So I don’t have to think any more.
Don’t need to be the sad, sad girl she’s left behind.
When she is here she numbs me, makes me normal.
Others perceive me as perfect with no pain.
And I can be careless with her mission for love.

It is nothing new.
She has left before.
But this time I need to close the door and play with the girl inside that loves me.
This is just the story of the..
…’Separation of Me’

Written by S.K.Jackson

Euphoric Nectar

Her eyes reminded him of nimbus clouds merging with the teal sky.

Her sullen stare hit his senses like peppermint exploding on his tongue. Strong, hot and refreshing.

She looked at him but he knew….

….he knew, the vision behind her eyes wasn’t just his reflection.

He felt her within him, searching for his dark secrets and all that was sacred.

Her intense gaze was exploring all that he hid, deep within.

Not a word was spoken from her lips. Until she came to find herself beneath all that was dark, sinful and sacred.

Her lips parted.

He exhaled.

Focussing on her red lips he moved his fingers to touch them. He wanted to feel the words.

She whispered to him,

‘I see this vision you have inside you. This vision of me, mixed with your fear and desires. I want to make ‘Her’ a reality. I want to swim like she does within you. Deep within the abyss of your mind and heart. I want to be your darkness. I want to be your light. Oh darling, can we create ‘Her’ in me and make me sacred tonight? My love claim me’

He replied,

‘You’ve already claimed me, my sweet, euphoric nectar. How do you know my thoughts, without my lips ever parting. You have always been ‘Her’ and you are already deep within me. The world must have dreamt you. Your soul so otherworldly. Your beauty, could only belong in dreams. This magic that you have. It has captured and enslaved my heart to you for eternity.

I am bound to you. My sweet euphoric nectar.’

To be continued…..

Written by S.K. Jackson

One Defining Moment

I am not saying I can see through his walls.
I am not saying he loves me, not saying that at all.
Just when I fall, he doesn’t run.
He doesn’t leave to go chase fun.
He pins my sorrow to the wall.
Simplifies the map to my complicated road.
And the journey isn’t walked alone.
Destination to hope, no longer unknown.

I am not saying we see eye to eye.
I am not saying we don’t bump heads, most of the time.
But even though we aren’t compatible, there’s something that’s desirable.
Yes my love for him his admirable.
Even if not practical.

But I’m not saying he’s perfect, a saint, or a sinless soul.
Not saying his intentions are deep, or he’s a saviour to the world so to speak.
But If there was ever a God design in a man.
In this moment, tonight, right now.
I would say he comes close, as close as one can.

Written by S.K.Jackson

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