My poems are my cathartic release.
In hopes to give my mind some ease.
I do not care if anyone condoms;
Not a care if a soul even reads them.
Tired of being coy;
Though I do hope people enjoy.
These are typically my late-night ponderings;
That keep me up late at night wondering.
My mind may be a bit twisted;
You may discover if you read my poems listed.
Jackson is the name,
This soul isn’t sane.
But I would rather be insane;
Than to walk around with the rest of the sheep and be the same.
Enjoy my online diary;
My life’s inquiry.
 
-C. Jackson.