nyc poet
-
apparently not
missed the pointwhy did i shootmy shot got blockedembarrassed in publiclucky i thought i wasthat no one sawsomeone captured itposted the clipnow i’m virally roasted jixi fox 🦊 Continue reading
-
water under the bridge
it’s already donebecause you didit’s hard to forgivewater under the bridgethough it’s time to growi wanted violenceyou should already knowgrowth was chosennot with a smooth embracebut i poured water out for youwhile i stepped all over your grapes jixi fox 🦊 Continue reading
-
sitting low-key
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 meyou knowain’t about the crowdpeople screaming loudpeople asking for too many favorsthey attitudehas too many flavorsi am type specifici define my… Continue reading
-
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
-
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
-
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
-
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
-
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
-
merits (a poem that felt real and strong)
Constantly running the race in the attempt to achieve a medal, is no way to live. Especially, when the journey, the people, the lessons means so much more to the goals. Merits, unlocks the feeling of wanting more, and having to let faith and fate decide, as you are there on the ride. wanted for… Continue reading