Your identity hidden, They can’t see you, So when they think you are hungry, They can’t feed you, You don’t come out and bike, You stay out of sight, Waiting, Pending, For the chance to resume, Begin normal, For normal you are not, A place sight unicorn, They haven’t caught onto.
Here is the narrative, I gave in, I seen creativity, Creative things happening, Not in me, For I was always bussing, Letting off a verse or two, Never a curse, For I wanted to gift my experience points to others, Show them a few things they could do, For I can see their worth, Without waiting, I was on their ass, Debating and calculating, Angles and designs, How they can surpass industry insiders, For I definitely knew in time, They would be great, But I guess it wasn’t fate, For they were late, So I left to continue ahead of the pack, I always said I am growing, I am not the one to stay flat, But flat and standing is what they wanted back, Like I can’t convert my time, The time zone, The galaxy, Ain’t aligned like that, I could send messages, I hope they reach you right, So if you willing to fight, You will figure it out and be alright, So don’t sit there waiting, Talking to me like I wasn’t there, I am just not there right now, But you could reach me later, Don’t you give up right now, Cause you could be the one and pass me on the path, In no time, you will be on.
This poem is for all the people I tried to activate, and they never fully awake, so you kept me at the gate waiting and waiting, with all sorts of promises and never cashed in…Then time passes by and my life goes further as I knew it would, I am growing, at a steady rate, I knew it would, then they post up at my gate, and I am never home, they arrived late, hoping to this day, when will I ready to go back, but I am already far away, I can’t go back to offer the amazing things I did, my time, free services, those unconditional mentorship in which I had time to sit and have tea, I can only give you positive energy to get to the next level from a far, to get to where you wanted to be. So you have to suck it up, don’t feel sorry or be in disbelief, you got to walk this path alone bettering your self, just like me.
Hi, It’z Jixi and I enjoy writing creatively fun series. I think am kind of good at it. Well here is my new series 8 BIT I hope a post or two land well in your day or mind.
8 BIT (the series) is a micro poetic flow of words and abstract meanings. 8 Bit is has a special meaning to me, for it’s on the border of fantasy and reality. How do we process information and what is our values and worth? I want you to think and figure out what means more in your life and what you can do without. Enjoy and keep on being awesome…
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.