If love could kill, It will, To just be real, It heals, As it feels like spring, You rise outside, Sunlight, It’s bright, Heighten senses, Shades to block the rays, Than to be blind with no senses, Just in case, I want to see you, I want to compute, I would rather be laying on a beach, Than crawled up in a corner, My feet, Yoga pose, Twisted, Wanting to let go, Sending encouragement of hope, Unhappy you shall not be, Forgiveness with honesty, With good reason, Will see you blooming very soon, Maybe, Next season.
Hi, I’m Jixi and I enjoy writing creatively fun series. I think believe I am good at it. I want to present you with a gift of joy, happiness, and romance, my series titled “Flowers“. Okay, it’s not as dramatic as I thought the title would be, but it’s surely something I like and is very straight forward. Flowers is an original poetry series written by myself, word for word, you can’t imagine the creative chaos that goes through my mind when I come up with new content with a creative spin.
Flowers (the series) for me is definitely in my wheelhouse for at heart, I am a romantic, a lover, a modern-day Casanova (okay I don’t like the word Casanova), but all around lover of the arts, passionate, intimate, personable, and if I could give every lady in the world flowers, I would. Well, of course, that’s if they are into flowers, I have to remember and upon writing this piece a few women told me, they are most definitely not into flowers. So yes indeed, flowers are not for everyone, but poetry is. So with the theme Flowers, go on this little ride with me.
Just think of flowers & hearts, and be joyful.
The inspiration behind this project/series is just the fact that I know flowers, I heart them so much, and it’s written in February, notably the month of love, so I figure why not. Let’s add some juice and more fire to the flames of warm hearts and with great poetry with a storyline.
Many thanks and blissful pleasures, For every endeavor, we seek out, You always there, Feeling so heavenly, As you grace us with your presence, Every step you take, So delicate, Your voice gives off such sweet sounds, I can see now, Why you wear the crown, You make it here, Always on time, Every moment is magical, Being who you are, Simply by stopping time.
Taste me, Satisfy me, Eat me, Now lick your lips, Was it worth it? Get a grip, Flavors bursting, Hurting any thoughts of stopping, Indulge in my everything, I want you to not be able to refuse, As I do, Leaving you trapped in this voodoo, What you trying to do, Scream or moan, Pick up the phone and call for help, Or invite someone else, To experience this intense mood, Who would have thought, Food could do the do, Please no sharing, It’s one person per feeding, Too much hands involved, It’s slim pickings, Just explore my insides and out, And explode in these cravings, To yours and my delight.
You see me doing good, Do good too, You see me eating food, Eat food too, But what we not going to do, Is confuse this with that, That’s a mismatch, Don’t cash in your coins, Before it’s fully invested, Get it, It’s pulling out the race, Before you even got the shoes, So before trying to mirror me, Study in the mirror being you, Because I been me, Before you created the replica of me in you.
This poem here has a deep meaning of people trying to follow other without having a core for themselves. It’s like you want people to be successful, but don’t do it from basically following me, but more adapt my ideals and create your own success being you. For the same things you won’t get exactly, like the emotions, the same respond or respect. So be carefully who you choose to mirror. 🙂
Hi, as I polish my blog and website up for 2019 and beyond, we have adapted a new design for the site, and it shall definitely enhance my posts and functionality. Of course as a blogger/writer you know that is a very important factor to a site. Well if you didn’t know, now you know, you have to keep it fresh and entertaining. My entire redesign shall be during the holiday season as well as a good deal of new content will be introduced to keep up with the changing world of the webs.
I want to bring a mixture of old school fun to the new school. I have been super slacking as I have evolved and grown into a new writer with super ambitions. This is the first time in my life where I am very silent about my goals and intentions and training myself in the background. I had to practice a lot of patience and stealth, for what I want to deliver no one has done before, so the plan to release and entertain the world is crucial. 🙂
I thought I forgot how to write, Like geez, Those moments do happen, Writer’s block, Like I had something to say, Then my mind just stopped, My pen lost ink, My pencil point broke, My markers dried up, And someone stole my crayons, Like oh nooooo, Okay the last thing was my kid, Who colors outside the lines, Letting her creativity bleed, On amazing pages, As I cannot, Put words to rhyme, As she tries to share a drink of her sippy cup, For clearly she has the juice, And I still have no clue, What to do, What to write, Fighting against my might, Trying to write, Just something on a leaf, A napkin, A piece of scrap paper, As my haters, Are enjoying this moment, Even though they can’t see me, I feel lost, Then I looked in front of me, And the beauty of words unfolded, From the struggle not knowing, These words stringed together, To form this art piece, I share with you.