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Artists Bio
i've been sitting here going over 8 hours thinking what
exactly to put down...so here goes my name is Jackson, i
have a first name...but i don't use it often. I do
different things, odd crafting with duct tape, write,
act, and tinker with a drum or two. Mostly i write
poems. The question posed to me and my purpose for
writing this tid bit: Why? What makes me write? In all
honesty i haven't the slightest clue, might be my so
called fate if one would believe in that, it is my way
of venting built up feelings, or the simple but untrue
statement that i wish to be a writer someday, trust me
that someday'll never come. i write for me, yeah others
like what i write, but i don't write for praise, i write
because its there inside that wants out...sounds kinda
phunie but i write because if i didn't my feelings
wouldn't go inside a little corner in the bottle of my
90% of free space called the rest of my brain, it would
clutter my thoughts and i would talk even phunier than i
already do. i've been writing since i was 12 but me
being as responsible and caring about my stuff as i am i
lost all the things i did from back then. My poems
aren't for everyone...or anyone particular, well maybe
me, but that is because they are my poems, all of my
poems have something about me in it. When i write i put
my heart in it, kind of bad when i need to write for a
given topic if i don't care for said topic, but when i
do actually write it's something all right. what
exactly? i don't know but it sure is SOMETHING. if you
kind folks out there do take the time to read something
of mine know this, i warn you now i write what i write
because i feel it, and no one feels happy all the time,
but in my case it can't call be grey clouds...they're
pitch black. this is a first for me, i've shared my
poems but never like this. my poems mean something very
deep to me they help me out in ways i'll never
understand because it's being able to put thoughts
emotion and feeling in verse that is well...fluent and
makes slight more...much more sense than the chaos in my
head. read my poems and see what i'm saying for
yourself. in all honesty i don't think much of my poems,
some call me blind, or humble...i say i'm either
oblivious or my favorite i have no self esteem. my poems
are my poems...and well they are more than just a part
of me...they're a reflection.
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Falling
Darkness
Blacker than the midnight hour
taking my soul down to devour
falling into this void i feel nothing at all but pain
spinning in circle going to fast
everything so black i can’t tell
am i falling
am i flying
am i moving at all
you give me a rope but it's to short
i cry out in rage not knowing what's wrong
you try to reach me with a ladder
but two feet to small
i look at you with desolate blank eyes
no soul is left to watch you cry
you give me your hand i ignore it and
fall more and more forever more
you scream out begging me to stop
just to tell you why
but no your cries fall on deaf ears
i fall into this void so fast so small
i plummet down not ever once hearing your cries
you give me everything you can think of
falling...
calling...
crying...
darkness...
and then...
then you give me your love
and i stop
Two more pieces by Jackson:
Me & Love
Good Bye Letter
Her Art:
Painting, Drawing, Drums, Performing, Poetry &
Duct Tape
Contact Info
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