Biography of Kelly Jacobson
Why would anybody read this? Why would you want to know about my life? Instead of reading someone else's biography go live your own. If I sound mean I'm sorry but it's true.
I am not good at making poems. My friends thought I should try it so I did....Jewish Nazis, That is My Religion...Yes Its Real...No You Cannot Join.
Kelly Jacobson's Works:
Oh yea, I have soooo much published books!
Kelly Jacobson Poems
I look up to the sky it's cloudless. Life is all well with my love by my side.
Night, by all means, is beautiful The stars The moon The Fireflies
Monsters are everywhere, under the bed, in the closet, in the dark corners of your house.
Do you ever just: Want to call me at two A.M.? Want to give me a hug and never let me go? Ever want to lean in and kiss me?
Late At Night
Late at night, When the world is sleeping, When the stars are twinkling, When others are dreaming,
What is your purpose? To make others laugh? To bring love to someone's heart?
Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it. If destruction be our lot we must ourselves be its author and finisher. As a nation of free men we must live through all time, or die by suicide.
No man is rich enough, to buy back his past. The world is a stage, but the play is badly cast.
Love is like a river, It has it's twists and turns. The river may become rapid, but then peaceful.
Prowling around the halls all by myself. People staring pointing
Monsters are everywhere,
under the bed,
in the closet,
in the dark corners of your house.
Those are fake.
The real monsters are
in the shadows
down dark alleys
outside your window
across the street
Those ones are real...