Every time you are full I howl at you, I am mad,
For you are so far, but close to my heart,
I am running wild with my feelings,
I am loner, lost without a cause, so I form a pack,
When you come out I can’t help but see you,
I missed you from the last glance,
I cherish the moments we have,
Even if it’s only for one night, I am glad.
No need to duck and hide,
You are too short for this ride,
You need to grow up a bit,
Do some digging, gaining some inches,
For you will not be having any fun,
No rides for you enjoy, sticking out your tongue,
So don’t you quarrel or fight,
You are just not tall enough for this ride.
Ummm you behind him, you look cute, you can get on the ride…ummm can I get your number?
Q: Has that ever happen to you, we’re you ever too short to get on a ride you wanted to?
Lies, all lies, at the tip of my tongue,
I rotate them, twist them around ever since I was young,
I lied, she lied, we lied, I don’t think we can stop,
Until that one lie, that was actually a truth, I said I didn’t love you,
Rare is all I say to describe her looks,
She is kind, but bold, judge not the cover of her book,
She is beautiful outside and in,
A natural beauty of this world, as she is a queen and I, her king.
Out of this world looking at your world inside out,
You might see be different but even after a glance you look like trouble,
Far past the norm, intellect starts a pyramid,
You are the enemy to our living, of this world you need to cease to exist.
Rolling off the tip of my tongue,
Lyrics and thoughts of passion,
My heart I give to you like a check for you to cash it,
The episodes of love embedded in my memories.
I have flown to very very lands and the mightiest of places,
I soared with the eagles and planes until I landed flat on my face,
I was taken back in the past, a time I have evolved from,
I am all alone, with no one to phone with a revolver.
Curious Little Kitten (Portrait) (Photo credit: caruba)
Back in the day I use to trade blows with my friends being really witty,
Most of the things I said were weird, slick, sly and silly,
I guess it was the kid in me, but I still had a serious tone, like I was grown,
My mother was very strict, so I had to come correct or it was a slap upside my dome,
I had to beg my mom for a clone, because I was alone, she gave me a brother,
Little did I know that since she and my dad had to work a lot, I had to assume the role as my brother second mother,
I was the overseer and manager of his time, which was quite a fond job,
Until I needed escape to find my own lane,
Insane I went questioning everything,
Being silly charming any girls in the surroundings of me,
Even when I was shy, I was still that guy that they knew was seriously silly.
Jixi Fox
*My childhood was a creative one and quite an experience. I remember all the memories and cherish them, for I learned so much from myself and what I was capable of doing, by simply listening and being in everyone’s company being witty. People enjoy a good laugh and being entertained if its given to them.
The note sits on the table,
Waiting for eyes to see,
It has words of love and hate,
That erupted for a fight,
It cries and bleeds ink of pain,
For the history it unfolds,
It written as a last resort,
Of someone that is bold,
Let it fly and let the heart pour,
For when the other lays eyes on this note,
They may die from inside,
For wasn’t was done was so cold.