Feeling betrayed, But I stayed, I have been tired of playing, Procrastination has paused growth, All I have is hope, The real reason is action is needed, Leading me to what’s want most, So, Give off your ass, Let’s go.
Never been a fan of rules, I always been a fan of cool, Doing cool sh*t, Living life as bunch of what if’s, Making people question my approach, Like what is this, Some may get pissed, But how do they grow though, How do you evolve, Following the same kind of flow, Never second guessing, The impression is all weird, Like take the left path, As the right one was so clear, Moving with no fear, Not worried if you will be judged, Judgy people, Are the type of people, Who probably need some hugs, To cover their tush, As the sit and box, They going to just have to watch me, Color outside the box.
People hide from themselves daily, Believing they fooled the world, Taking from people who have nothing, Believing those people have the world, To only find out, We all have a battle we are fighting, Just that some of it you can’t see, Until you step in my shoes, Trust me you don’t want to be me.
Hi March, let’s march on and make waves. Don’t stay inside, play out the box. This month is where I feel the magic will flow. Lucky green, St. Patrick, be a part of the team.
What’s your dream or passion or goals for this month?
I am in the zone, It’s nemesis mode, Well grown, Tux on, The chucks on, Let’s be free, Celebrate, Enternity, Being me.
Oh my god, There is cake?! My mouth starts to water, I licked my lips, I also will there be icing? I can’t help myself, For when I see cake, I will help myself, To slice, To a piece, My craving increase, I won’t stop until the plate is clean…
Fighting, Fist to fist, Hand over hand, Trying to land a punch, But I keep falling the more I go, Smoke fills my lungs, And I don’t even smoke, Choking on air I guess, I gasped, I look around, It’s just me panicking, As I don’t remember the routine, Still looking for an opening, All I need is one punch to be clean, With each inch gained, Feels like a mile is lost? I cross my hands in front of me, To block the pain, Tears want to pop out, But all I can do is scream, What else could I have done with my mouth, For it’s the action that creates an effect, So what method must I display today, Now, For tomorrow I don’t want to regret.
Thanks for checking out the mini-series: Trial And Error Trial And Error is a storytelling poetry series by Jixi Fox, about a person trying to find their way back to a place they have been or haven’t been. Sometimes in life, you just got to take a chance or risk, and pick up on a vibe or feeling. Life isn’t perfect, so your methods and journeys are not always set in stone or the same. Follow along with the story as it unfolds for the character who might just be you in your current life or the past. 🙂
These people, Trapped in my head, Chatting out loud, Quarreling for no damn reason, Why oh why, Do I hear their voices? Are they really me? I just can’t believe, Please save me, For I might start talking to these people, And invite them to brunch, And you don’t want to see how that turns out.