i cried openly
tears felt
wet moments
though i excelled
in the moment
i was lost in myself
falling that standing
nothing i had
was upheld
picking up pieces
teardrops in streams
believing in self
is the only thing
that hold me afloat
and also faith
i promise to not fall
for more mistakes
i need to stay lifted
jixi fox 🦊
lately the world is too busy
no connection
tried to call
got rejection
maybe time is now lagging
you created more to use or waste
people loss time
living life in haste
you are available
hands raised
classroom volunteering
missing quality time
time flies
quit waiting on so long
cut ties
maybe they return
but you have already left
jixi fox 🦊
cooking up new flows
and new sounds
that make the place bounce
no releases
until you paying for a round
then it’s a toast
then we start doing the most
no need to boast
i am on the scene
i am the host
jixi fox 🦊
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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 me
you know
ain’t about the crowd
people screaming loud
people asking for too many favors
they attitude
has too many flavors
i am type specific
i define my space
if I roll over two times
i am buying the space
somewhere to lay my head and live
or me sitting in place
looking into space
staying low key
jixi fox 🦊
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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 mess. Read on if you’ve ever felt behind, less than, or lied to by the feed; this poem was written to bring you back to you.
first of all
everybody ain’t happy
sadly
but life comes in seasons
gladly
all those posts you see
ain’t true
these people lying to you
fake bags, fake smiles
so traffic can drive
but hell is hotter on the inside
than out
beauty is not always surface level
as we are drawn to
the inside and when others ain’t looking
so if you heated and cooking
watching people post their lives
they got roaches
and i know this
don’t neglect loving you
time heals wounds
and shall heal you
work on you
and your reality
so pay attention to your feels
stop comparing highlight reels
you will be much happier than most
jixi fox 🦊
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your love will be missed
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 of change must descend.
who said perfection was symmetry
clean lines
quiet emotions
a simple life edited before release
impossible margins
to coffee-stained mornings
we tend to live life in disbelief
are there clean sheets in the morning
new spreads to get ahead
life unfolds the clothes
we once folded
can we still operate
with a wrinkled shirt?
jixi fox 🦊
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Sunlight has a way of telling the truth. It shows us that nothing grows without being seen, without stepping out of the shadows we’ve carefully constructed. This piece is a quiet meditation on how time, experience, and vulnerability carve their signatures into us, turning our cracks into pathways for light instead of evidence of failure.
sunlight reminds me
that nothing grows without exposure
time writes differently onto everyone
as experience edits without a guilty conscious
just an unpretty art with a honest texture
our cracks were never errors
they were entry points for light
to be guided
coded by moments
compiled by feeling
perfectly us
only because
we were never meant
to be
jixi fox 🦊
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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 in the flow
you were moving too slow
i enhanced the glow
hoping you would be shining in
how long until perfect
leaving it longer in the oven to bake
i took the right amount of time
and effort
i love what i have created
jixi fox 🦊
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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.
withholding
unholy and bold
so unknown
not thrown
not cold
but heated over throne
not held
simply unfed
had to beg
until i was undead
living my life
even though
withholdings
i was un-led
finding my own diamond
until i was on bed
resting my eyes
imagining what god would have said
jixi fox 🦊
***This poem moves through isolation, endurance, and quiet spiritual questioning, tracing the moment when survival turns into self-discovery. It is about what happens when nothing guides you and you are forced to become your own compass.
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