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i didn’t believe it at first
Sometimes you don’t realize you’re in the wrong place until it’s too late. This piece captures that unsettling moment of walking into a space that feels off, unwelcoming, and strangely fated when there were no warnings on the way in, but everything now feels like a quiet mistake you can’t undo. did i walk in… Continue reading
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tiles
i fill in when I can, i can’t Stan when not filled, trying hard to realize it is what it is jixi fox 🦊 Continue reading
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why i tie my shoes
can’t liei tend to trip a loti fell for youmy heart got brokeni woke uptoo late to stopi continuemissing youmoreand morebut still i feel aloneso instead of tripping over youi learned to tie my shoes jixi fox 🦊 If you felt this verse, let me know in the comments. Your links to more deposits.high end… Continue reading
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never beyond average
Being average isn’t always bad, but why is more important? We are all different and unique, but we sometimes feel we are more than everyone. update and upgrade your lifestyledine with qualityscreaming it’s my timethe further you growit’s hard to stoplock things upcall the copsif you thinkyou have reached the ceilingyou just in the wrong… Continue reading
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finishing touch
It’s always a good ending, even a happy ending, when you are the hero in your own story. In the poem, finishing touch, leaving that extra special sauce to your day makes them great. It’s hard to always be on point, but when the day fits your mood, omg, you are over the moon. i… Continue reading
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highlight reels (a poem about social media and mental health)
This unfiltered piece pulls back the curtain on curated timelines and borrowed joy, calling out fake smiles, staged lifestyles, and the quiet chaos hiding off-camera. Through sharp, honest lines, it reminds you that life moves in seasons, that not everything “perfect” you see is real, and that your real work is loving yourself through the… Continue reading
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handcrafted in imperfection 3 (a free verse poem of perfection and despair)
Sometimes fear clings like fog to the hills of our hearts. Remember, too, that luck can vanish like morning mist. Yet in handcrafted in imperfection, we uncover veins of gold running through our trials. The screams and call-outs we once cast into the dark may linger on the air, but sooner or later, an avalanche… Continue reading
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handcrafted in imperfection 2 (a free verse poem of open honesty)
Sunlight has a way of telling the truth. It shows us that nothing grows without being seen, without stepping out of the shadows we’ve carefully constructed. This piece is a quiet meditation on how time, experience, and vulnerability carve their signatures into us, turning our cracks into pathways for light instead of evidence of failure.… Continue reading
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handcrafted in imperfection
Life is sharp, and the cuts are deep. Handcraft in Imperfection is a poem about how life doesn’t need to be perfect to live it. We wait too long at times to express ourselves; we pose beside truths we don’t believe. We don’t need permission to change; we can just do it. i lost you… Continue reading
