Starry's Confessions

S. K. Jackson



Magic Exist

We live within a world of magicians, creating illusions.

But this isn’t real magic.

And I know that real magic exist because I’ve been captured by it.

You see.. can’t see real magic, when you are focussed on the performance of illusion. Remember they are just tricks.

The real magic in this world is felt.

An ethereal light that glows from the core of us. And it weaves itself through hearts that love. Creating a bond to another through kindness.

The ritual begins as we switch on our sensors.

Through eye connecting. Through sharing of ideas. Through caring. Through an in-depth conversation. The spell begins.

We open our doors, with trust in another, to walk through our walls. To feel a connection. A connection of energies. A happiness through harmony. A meeting of souls.

This light really ignites, when two souls seek pleasure through good intentions To create life or to express love for each other. .

Magic exist. It just isn’t seen. It is felt.

Love S.K. Jackson




The traffic holds the smallest talk
As time begins to crawl
He throws a penny for her thoughts
As she stands against the wall

She starts to ride her separate waves
But her soul stays close by
Her dreams begin to misbehave
As her reality is afraid to try

A flower trapped in layers of brick
Her petals disguise, she’s akward and shy
Tormented by the touch of finger tips
Never to be picked.
She blooms to slowly die.

Written by S.K. Jackson

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


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

I am Water..

I am water.
I flow like liquid.
I was transparent at birth but now I hold treasures and danger like an ocean. I reflect many colours and hold life’s pollution.

I am water.
I flow like liquid.
I can overwhelm you and pull you to my depths or create waves and send you on a safe journey home. My thoughts can pour into your mind to be contained or stretch a great distance.

I am water
I flow like liquid.
I am gentle like the tide that worships at your feet
Turbulent like waves, crashing towards your heart and as deep as the tears that you weep.

Oh darling! My love for you seeps.
So hold your breath and dive in.

I can feel you.
Your hands secure – hold me like the earth. Touches you place on my skin create waves.
Your fingers spiral like the movement of air, sending me to arousal.
Love trickles onto your skin.

I feel you dissolve into me – as you feel me soaking into you.
We are like the elements merging as we crash to climax.

Written by S.K.Jackson

The Perplexity of People

The mystery in people
A collection of characters
all packed up inside.

Torment in their minds
Which one do they find and use this time?

The selfless and selfish begin to commence battle in one’s heart.

Questions inside regurgitate
On what others perceive,
On the actions believed to be right.

No one is real. We’re influenced by others. Stealing from life. Learning who we are each day.

We change. We regress.
Things that once were dear to us are lost in the sorrows of yesterday.

We perceive others from our own reality. We decided on truth or lies. If words paint a fairytale or if they bleed real life.

We are all complex creatures.
Steering to emotion or logic.
Fighting for our existence.

All thinking we have the answers.
All thinking our opinion is right.
All seeking to see our visions behind another’s eyes.

Written by S.K. Jackson


She is the Devil in his Heaven and God in his Hell.

She created this as a gift for him as..

..(he) was (art).

He was the God of the sky, to her starry eyes.

Joining reality and imagination to a crazed infatuation.

Setting of sparks when her spirit turned dark.

He cast a spell with a beat from his heart.

Now he’s the Devil in her Heaven and God in her Hell.

He became this for her as..

..s(he) is (art.)

Written by S.K.Jackson

Kingdom of God

So you want to enter inside?

You want to enter the Kingdom of God?

Well boy I say unto thee…

….Unless you are born of Spirit, you cannot enter into me.

Repent boy.

Boy repent.

Repent and believe in love’s gospel.

I will grant you redemption.

Exorcise  your past sins.

Your gift is my Kingdom, as my lips crown you as king.

So as you thrust on to me. And worship this glory land.

You will be purified and released from the man whore you once was…

..And I will deliver you from bitches!


Written by S.K.Jackson

Lady Utopia – Born in the Fall.

She was born on Autumn Leaves.

When the land grieved the summer greens.

The world was overwhelmed with orange & brown.

The crisp of decay scatter the ground.

A sky of crimson brought rapture to sight.

While people were starved of warmth and light.

Rays struggle to shine from an exhausted sun.

Winter would arrive in the weeks to come.

Yes the earth died when her life begun.

The wind; criminal. The trees had to succumb.

As branches became bare.

Her soul became aware, that she had far to go.

She  carried the scent from the bonfires of yesterday.

Burning the darkness that held souls at hostage.

Creating hope.

She paved the way in ones heart to Utopia.

Written by S.K.Jackson

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