Biography of Sandra jacks
I know I wont become famous for my poems, and I know no one will probably ever read this biography, however I've decided to do a short figment of my life.I'm christian now, but not always was. When i was younger I was stupid, and hurt by life a lot, so I became suicidal, and drank and...was careless of myself.I wish I knew then what I know now.Anyways here I am, alive and just going through life, I've come to realize that lately I've been in a kind of trance where I feel stuck and this is all life has to offer, So I chose to control my own future now, this world no longer has rights to me and making me hopeless, This is my dream and I chose where to go from here.
Sandra jacks's Works:
Sandra jacks Poems
Just... Please Trust Me....
I'm sorry you don't trust me, i wish, i wish you could, it hurts me to see you this way,
Behind The Mask
Who is the person, behind this mask, its probably a question, i shouldn't ask,
From Mother To Daughter From Mother To D...
Drink in some, ice cold water little girl, drink in some ice cold water, some day you'll be big and strong,
Daddy, where are you?
Because You Told Me...
Because you told me something, very secret, about yourself, i can no longer love you,
North, South, East, West.
To the east, I grant my happiness, and all I hold beloved, and within this,
I Am Anonymous.
I roam in your alley ways, on your streets, in your homes, you may know me,
He Is In Me.
He smiled at me, i didn't smile back, sighing gently, he asked me 'why'.
On The Corner Of Nowhere St.
I'm sitting on the corner. of, nowhere, and somewhere street.
And So It Will Be.
And so it will be, and so it has become, that the heart of mine, is a stone of the past,
Get Behind Me Satan!
You can not have me, You are not part of me, you are forbidden to whisper in my ear, your chain will not be set upon me,
I'm sitting here watching you, watching them my breaths are silent
Exactly what do you e x p e c t............. from me, every((Is it)) thing? because ifitis, I can only GIVE you,
A Thing Or Two
And if i know a thing or two, about a thing or two, then i know a little more, then i did before,
My father left me at the age of seven,
he persecuted me,
said i would never ever go to heaven,
I lost myself within the horrible binding rage,
just a child,
all I had was every empty page,
my momma always told me I would be okay,
she said the angels watched me every single day,
but the anger within quickly turned into demons,