Starry's Confessions

S. K. Jackson


October 2016

Catching Sparks

When your spirit isn’t so peaceful. And the tower has fallen hard.
When life doesn’t seem so grateful and no sentiment will heal the scars.
When all the glitter has settled and diamonds revert to kimberlite.
When your enemies start the battle and darkness over shadows light.
When people stop rooting for you. And love feels like a mirage.
It is time to change and look within.
Seek your inner treasure and self-love begins.
Creativity by your side, and together.
You’ll be catching sparks all night.

Written by S.K.Jackson


Lover’s Insane

Needle and thread.
Let me pierce your flesh.
Tie a knot.
Run the cotton.
Pull it tight.
Lick the blood.
Clean the wound.
Comfort you, to seep out the gloom.

Now allow my love room…

I’ll be your Lady. I’ll be your Lady – Insane.
My life moves through your veins.
As I’m your Lady – Insane.

Pierce my flesh.
Take this needle and thread.
Move it under my skin.
Let the blood run.
Lick the liquid; vibrant red.
Sew me to you tight.
I will never leave.

Be my Lover. My Lover – Insane.
Your life lives within my veins.
My Lover – Insane.

Both obsessive, and possessive.
It is magic how we can make a right from two wrongs.
With our manic hearts; together we’ll reign.
Belonging to each other.
I feel a peace we will gain.
As our love is like us -Insane.

Written by S.K.Jackson


A post-mortem of feelings.
Talking without hesitations.
Words thrown like objects.
Breaking skin; to hide within the soul.

The mind thinks.
The heart sinks.
As I beg and beg, to the feelings they place inside..
‘Please don’t be immortal – I can’t live’

Now my heart rots and dies.
And here comes the party of flies.
Regurgitating their vile lies.
While gorging on fragments of my love and sorrow.

A taste of sweet to the normal shit they eat.
They think the truth will never escape them. Hoping It will die with my beaten soul.
But every bite they take of my flesh and organs, reveals what they hide.

They dine like it is their victory.
But it is mine.
To fight would only create more tears.
So my faith in me, eliminates their unnecessary torture.

Now they eat the feelings they placed.
Laughing, as if, I am the fool.
Blaming the victim and reaping the rewards.
The ‘love’ they once shared was an illusion.

And with their full bellies and egos
– they dispel.

And amongst my leftover remains and decay; my new life flourishes and my soul blooms.

Without them.

I am now well.

Written by S.K.Jackson

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