Starry's Confessions

S. K. Jackson


January 2017

Cookie Jar

She sat in the corner of his eye
Waiting for her time to be his focus

She could give a piece of her heart
Fight for his attention with the other roses

His mind lights the tracks to a journey she likes to get lost in

To see their minds in transit feels like a sin

Should she open up her cookie jar
And allow him in?

Written by S.K.Jackson


Should I Cross the Line?

A target on my lips.
His kiss; sets off the conflict in me.
The spirit, the love, verse the sexual addiction, and need in me.
My body cries to be touched.
My soul desire to be took.
My heart wants to be loved.
My mind needs to shut the fuck up.
The temperature rises.
I pull him to my depths.
I’ve made too many mistake, for this to turn out to be right.
I know this night could haunt me.
And I don’t want anymore visitors, leaving parts of themselves, under my skin.
So should I cross the line, in the hope my judgement is right this time.
Could he be the one or just another foolish mistake.

Written by S.K.Jackson

Just a Feeling

A cloud with constant rain.

My heart loves to yearn.

And I don’t know how,

you get inside to wake me up.

My feelings you never mock,

As you scan through my collection.

There is a warmth with your existence.

A light that penetrates without touch.

My fascination for you, skips to where you are.

As the depth that others fear in me, seems to be your favourite toy.

So I find joy in those little moments, you can spare.

As your words of wisdom, educate, and fill in the holes in me.

But my lips will stay shut…

As life is complicated enough

And I don’t understand the truth behind this admiration for you.

Because you’re kind of  a stranger. You’re kind of a friend.

You are kind of a beautiful feeling,

I hold inside,

where the sadness ends.

Written by S.K. Jackson

Bitch Bite the Bullet

He opens me up.

Inserts his pistol in my mouth.

Penetrating the hole.

My heart hangs in his shadows.

The darkness becomes my lover

I take it; here comes the rain.

I take it; here comes the pain.

The bullet; the contradiction of me living and my demise.

My soul swims in this blue haze

I am lifeless in his grip.

Just a vice to bring pleasure to his dick.

I am nothing. I lay for nothing. I belong in the darkness with nothing.

And the darkness sees…

…I am only worth nothing.

And I cum like a good girl.

My eyes hold on to a flicker of light.

It breaks down my walls.

I allow the light to take me.

Pushing through my skin.

The fear. The wanting of the light. It slowly melts the bullets, he hid under my flesh.

And I now find I have a bigger weapon.

A more powerful gun, that resides within.

And the nothing is where I was placed.

Not who I am.

And now I see…

…my only protection from him..

…is me.

Written by S.K. Jackson

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