nYc Writer
-
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
-
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
-
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
-
I Hope I Make It Home On Time
I have been thinking of you, l All day. All damn day, Just to see your face, Your angelic face, So I am on my way to meet you, And to see you, Before you fall asleep, So I am the last person you see, Before resting, Having sweet dreams. *Working late night shifts can… Continue reading
-
But What If I Told You…
But what if I told you,Your words makes me vulnerable,I am open and conflicted,To tell you how I truly feel,It’s a tad bit unusual,Things that are new,That’s very much the usual,So what else is left to do,But tell you,Wish I could caress you,Yea, it’s because of my love language,My and hands and lips,Speak a certain… Continue reading
-
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
-
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