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withholdings (a free verse poem about fear)
Some absences don’t arrive as we want them; they arrive as pure lessons. withholdings explores the tension between hunger and awakening, between being denied direction and learning to walk without it. We find ways to break in to where we need to be and break out to save ourselves. withholdings | poem withholdingunholy and boldso… Continue reading
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high end feelings (a free verse poem to embrace change)
high end feelings | poem think not breakrelate, not fakein time let’s makea change we both like jixi fox 🦊 If you felt this verse, let me know in the comments.” Your links to more deposits.high end feelingslately comtemplatingyour love will be missed Continue reading
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Diamonds & Damage
Pressure creates diamonds, But nobody mentions, The broken pieces, That never made it, As to be great, Pain is created, Which we leave at the gate, And keep on grinding. Jixi Fox 🦊 Continue reading
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The Nights I Can’t Sleep
Sometimes I can’t sleep,Sitting in the studio,Laying under my sheets,Writing these rhymes,I hardly get to speak,If I go online,It’s just to send out these tweets. Jixi Fox 🦊 Continue reading
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What’s Really The Goal? #spokenword #poetry
What’s Really The Goal? | Spoken Word Obviously,I want more,But where to?Going in a path,I never dared to,If I am the bluetooth device,What am I paired to?Disconnected from our real lives,Something I never cared to,So so,Where to now,What’s the goal?Frozen in time,Until I have broken ice,Here goes my tears, hold,Onwards and forward,Into the distance of… Continue reading
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Led Far Away #haiku #poem
Led A Far | Haiku As light grace my hand, Guiding me where flowers rise, Life begins again. Jixi Fox 🦊 Continue reading
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Broken Down #freeverse #poem
Broken down in some many pieces,Cleaning was too much,I regret being too open,I gave up too much,Now I am exposed,And I am out,Even though,I wanted to be in,No longer can I crawl into my shell,I am outside it’s hot as hell,Whoever said it couldn’t be this badNever experienced the day I had,I am so broken.… Continue reading
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Feeling Free | How To Believe | Free Verse Poetry
FREE VERSE I wasn’t a believer at first,But became well versed,When I escaped a path that was good,But certainly got worse,It felt like a curse,Living the life of bad mind,And the rat race,Working a 9-5,On full throttle,With no brakes, These garbage ass distractions,The corrupted manipulation,More than just mere occasions,It’s everywhere,The world forcing us,To give in,Everyday,Day… Continue reading
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In The Wake of Freedom Day | Spoken Word Poetry
I spent a long time chasing to be free,The only place I knew of being,Was being me,I have been tired,And been tired more of lying,That inside of me,Was slowing dying,Drying off,After I got rained on,I found a day,To stick my name on,I fought hard,And ran myself,Into the ground,To finally have the pride,To wear the damn… Continue reading