there are days
you are down for the count
trying to reaching the surface
but the world is holding you down
you breathe in
but you can’t escape
you want the real
they handed you the bait
i can relate
i been there i down that
it was all fun
but i will run back
if you are in need
or just need a holding hand
without hesitation
i am showing up
with or without plan
i gotchu
jixi fox 🦊
it’s already done
because you did
it’s hard to forgive
water under the bridge
though it’s time to grow
i wanted violence
you should already know
growth was chosen
not with a smooth embrace
but i poured water out for you
while i stepped all over your grapes
jixi fox 🦊
A rare glimpse into my world here, then gone. Catch this warning shot of a poem before it slips out of reach and becomes the verse you wish you remembered.
only for a limited time
i give you access
until it’s denied
🙅🏽‍♂️
ain’t for playing games
once seen
that’s a warning sign
or red alert alert
i have to keep it moving
only here for a limited time
you going to wish that you knew me
peace ✌️
jixi fox 🦊
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high end feelings
Some people crave the crowd; I crave quiet corners. This poem is for the ones who protect their peace, keep their circle small, and stay low-key while the world gets loud.
if you know me
you know
ain’t about the crowd
people screaming loud
people asking for too many favors
they attitude
has too many flavors
i am type specific
i define my space
if I roll over two times
i am buying the space
somewhere to lay my head and live
or me sitting in place
looking into space
staying low key
jixi fox 🦊
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high end feelings
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 at the wrong time
weird
i guess that doesn’t go there
me in this place i set in
no one warned me on the way in
no signs or posted notes
i guess things does at times
turn for worse
dang
i didn’t believe it at first
but i am here now
jixi fox 🦊
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high end feelings
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 loved you from so far
i beyond cared
a bit more obsessed
wanted it all
you every best
I left nothing to fate
i owned it all
i the feeling I delivered
should be amazing
over all
jixi fox 🦊
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high end feelings
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 mess. Read on if you’ve ever felt behind, less than, or lied to by the feed; this poem was written to bring you back to you.
first of all
everybody ain’t happy
sadly
but life comes in seasons
gladly
all those posts you see
ain’t true
these people lying to you
fake bags, fake smiles
so traffic can drive
but hell is hotter on the inside
than out
beauty is not always surface level
as we are drawn to
the inside and when others ain’t looking
so if you heated and cooking
watching people post their lives
they got roaches
and i know this
don’t neglect loving you
time heals wounds
and shall heal you
work on you
and your reality
so pay attention to your feels
stop comparing highlight reels
you will be much happier than most
jixi fox 🦊
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high end feelings
lately comtemplating
your love will be missed
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 of change must descend.
who said perfection was symmetry
clean lines
quiet emotions
a simple life edited before release
impossible margins
to coffee-stained mornings
we tend to live life in disbelief
are there clean sheets in the morning
new spreads to get ahead
life unfolds the clothes
we once folded
can we still operate
with a wrinkled shirt?
jixi fox 🦊
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high end feelings
lately comtemplating
your love will be missed
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.
sunlight reminds me
that nothing grows without exposure
time writes differently onto everyone
as experience edits without a guilty conscious
just an unpretty art with a honest texture
our cracks were never errors
they were entry points for light
to be guided
coded by moments
compiled by feeling
perfectly us
only because
we were never meant
to be
jixi fox 🦊
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high end feelings
lately comtemplating
your love will be missed