jixi fox
Menu
  • Home
  • My Bookshelf
  • STORE
  • About
Menu

Tag: vulnerability

forgetton parachute

Posted on May 31, 2026June 1, 2026 by Jixi Fox

unpacking passions
i thought i had a loaded gun
trying hard with my expressions
i held them in for far too long
second-guessing love and work
the world want me to choose
now i’m the source of safety
for others
who really needed a boost
who gonna help me
when I do get there
standing on the championship stage
who gonna tell me
i beleived in you
but they never called to check in
every word was a weapon
they head hunting for cash
my cutoff game been ill
super sickly in the past
but today
i feel i am on a broken path
increasingly proceeding
to reverse my ambitions
to older dates
navigating priorities
my sanity
was better had
how do i save me
no one has a helping hand

jixi fox 🦊

Share this:

  • Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook
  • Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest
  • Share on X (Opens in new window) X
  • Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email

Like this:

Like Loading…

leave it at the door

Posted on March 14, 2026 by Jixi Fox

before you knock
and come in
pause just a bit
let air flow
then let go
of your past traumas
and drama
and “breathe in” a new way

jixi fox 🦊

Share this:

  • Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook
  • Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest
  • Share on X (Opens in new window) X
  • Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email

Like this:

Like Loading…
a-young-man-choosing-to-not-open-the-door-that

withholdings (a free verse poem about fear)

Posted on February 16, 2026February 17, 2026 by Jixi Fox

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

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.

“If you felt this verse, let me know in the comments.”

daily deposits, personal finance, growth, wisdom, self development

Your links to more deposits.
high end feelings
lately comtemplating
your love will be missed

Share this:

  • Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook
  • Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest
  • Share on X (Opens in new window) X
  • Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email

Like this:

Like Loading…

Type In Any Word & Be Inspired…

Website Views

  • 694,078 Views

Recent Posts

  • what am i am looking for
  • breathing without you
  • Waiting On You
  • custom made
  • sharp
  • laid there
  • expanding
  • the cost of doing everything right

Extra Destinations
Writing Prompts
Poetry
Haiku
Spoken Word
Free Verse
New York City
Short Stories
NaNoWriMo

Follow Jixi Fox...

Enter your email address to subscribe & follow new posts that delivers value and interesting new content.

Disclaimers and Disclosures:

We earn a small commission if you click on product links and make a purchase at no additional cost to you.

June 2026
M T W T F S S
1234567
891011121314
15161718192021
22232425262728
2930  
« May    
© 2026 JixiFox | Powered by Minimalist Blog WordPress Theme

Loading Comments...

    %d