🌙🦊👻 Jules Fox 👻🦊🌙

𝕵𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕻𝖚𝖘𝖘𝖞 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖙 𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝕬𝖓𝖞 𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖘 / 𝕯.𝕴.𝕯 𝕾𝖞𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖒

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My son decided to be a hair tie

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The Crash

We started as Iron in the same river. Forged side by side in the current of childhood.

No distance between us worth naming, no silence that ever felt like absence.

You were the hand I didn’t have to question, The voice that answered before I spoke.

We built a language out of shared glances,

out of scraped knees and late-night escapes,

out of the belief that brothers are what remain

when everything else proves temporary.

We sat in car rides like they were promises

windows down, laughing into motion,

as if the world ahead was always ours to survive.

We learned roads together.

windows down, chasing something we couldn’t name

but always swore we’d find it.

Every ride felt endless then…

Something in you changed lanes without warning,

a quiet drift I mistook for tired hands,

a glance away I forgave too easily.

Still, I called you brother.

Still, I believed you.

We used to say we’d never crash.

But something in you began to drift,

subtle at first,

a hesitation in your eyes at green lights,

a tightening grip when I wasn’t looking.

Still, I trusted you with the wheel.

And then the road ended in impact.

Metal folding into itself like a scream too fast to hear.

Glass blooming outward in a frozen storm.

There was no warning that mattered enough,

no cry that could outrun it, just the sudden betrayal of motion becoming impact,

metal remembering it was never meant to be gentle.

Everything we were

splintered forward at once. Glass like frozen rain. Silence like a verdict.

In that violent stillness, I saw it…

not accident, not fate, not mercy,

but choice.

Now I replay it in pieces I can’t stitch back.

the road we shared,

the trust we built like something sacred,

the final turn where you didn’t just lose control,you used it.

Et tu, brute?

The thought didn’t come gently.

It came like the crash itself, sudden, absolute,

a sentence I couldn’t unhear once spoken by reality.

Even now, it echoes louder than sirens…

you were not just in the car with me,

you were the turn I never saw coming.

Brother,

there are betrayals that break bones,

and there are betrayals that rewrite blood.

And yours did both.

-Jules

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My redbull matches my eyes

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Mi amore

With him, love is not a battlefield or a dream half-faded,

But something lived in ordinary hours.

Laundry folded with care, laughter in the kitchen,

Hands finding each other without needing to search.

I once dreamed of being loved without conditions,

Without having to earn softness or prove I was enough.

And then he arrived,not to change me,

But to stand beside me as if I had always belonged there.

Now I understand what the dream was trying to say.

That love was never meant to be chased or survived

Only met, when the right heart finally comes home

And stays.

- Jules

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A poem to a Parasite

You learned me like a language just to steal the way I speak, Wore my laughter like a costume when your own began to leak.

A shadow in my outline, always tracing what I am…A hollow little echo dressed up carefully as “friend.”

You clung to me like ivy, too tight around what made me shine, Not to grow beside me, no you only wanted what was mine. A leech upon my kindness, drawing color from my skin, then calling it your nature once you wore it from within.

You mirrored all my pieces, every fractured, fragile part, But you never learned the meaning stitched beneath a beating heart.

Just a copy of my footsteps, never knowing where they led…A borrowed kind of person with my words inside your head.

And I watched you take and take until there was nothing left to give, still pretending you were living off the life I used to live.

But truth has teeth, and silence breaks, and now I finally see, You weren’t beside me all that time…you were feeding off of me.

So go on, wear my colors, wear the mask you think you’ve earned, But don’t confuse the fire you stole for one you ever burned.

For I am done with empty hands pretending they can care, You were never my reflection, just a leech who lingered there.

You came in quiet, almost small, a harmless-looking thing, A cling to fabric, soft at first, pretending not to sting. But I can see it now, the way you latched without a sound,

A patient kind of hunger buried deep beneath the ground.

You fed on every kindness like it owed you something more, Draining warmth from what I gave until I had none to pour. A tick pressed to my better self, swollen on what I’d share,

Acting like you belonged there, like you’d had the thought to care.

You learned the shape of who I was just well enough to wear, Then crawled inside my outline like you had a right to be there.

But you were never built from love, you only took and took, a parasite pretending you were more than what you look.

And still you copied every part you thought would make you whole, But you can’t stitch a borrowed skin onto an empty soul.

Now I see the truth in you, how easily you hide… A sick little thing that feeds and grows where once was trust has died.

So peel away, fall off me, drop back into the dark you came, No more pretending you were ever anything but the same. Because I was not your host, your home, or your endless supply…I was just the body you latched onto to survive.

- Jules

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A poem for a Coward

I was once your Hellfire and your Holy Water…something you reached for with shaking hands, like salvation you didn’t trust, like ruin you couldn’t resist.

We moved like a story written backwards,love unraveling before it ever learned to hold itself still. Hazy. Afraid. Already leaving while we were still arriving.

“Don’t pay me any mind” I said, as I kept holding you through the unhappy ending, as if love could soften what it was already becoming.

You taught me what it means for tenderness to turn on its own reflection. Each man kills the thing he loves and I wonder if you ever noticed how quietly you were doing it. You ruined me, and I try to wear it beautifully, like something holy I wasn’t meant to survive.

Everything I want to say, I swallow. It sits heavy behind my teeth like a prayer that learned too late it had no listener.

I hate that you loved me for my pain. and I hate that I loved it all the same. I thought the noose you gave me was a necklace. I wore it like proof I was chosen, not realizing I was being tightened into absence.

Now sometimes I feel like a dead thing, still learning the shape of being left. A ghost practicing how to haunt the place where we used to be real

- Jules

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MY SPARK

Now in the quiet of your arms,

I’ve found a place free of alarms. No more shadows, no more fight…Just calm, like stars in the quiet night.

My Fire sparks your gaze to ignite the heart’s delight, Each glance a new start, each word a blaze, Burning through all the empty days. The flame that flickers fierce has grown so bright, A holy light, my sacred place.

Like a missing piece you fit so right, a calm within your arms threw endless nights. You held my hand and gently showed, a love that’s neither fast nor slow… but steady. Warm, so whole and true. It’s like I knew, it was always you.

Finally peace, a love long fought. Knowing that I once had thought, love was meant to hurt and bruise. But you would never dream of painting my world in those blue hues… you speak in tones of blushing red. Crimson in lips, scarlet in heart… and if I burn then Let it be. Because of you, I can finally be me.

The light that guides me is the spark in your eyes. A perfect forge, now mend my sword, might be my heart. Pure inspiration, where to start. You’re not just a light, your home in the dark.

Yes a home in the dark, embers warm in the glowing harth, the beacon I’ve needed and harked, open the door for you are my heart.

Forever , forever, forever

My spark

-Jules

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Daddy Issues / Not Enough

A suitcase of silence and words he couldn’t say.

The door slam it just eased out of place,

like even goodbye didn’t want to show its face.

After that, I learned how to measure my worth

in the spaces he carved out of home and of earth.

Every report card, every scraped-up knee,

every “look at me” that went unseen beside me.

I became a catalog of almost-enough,

folding myself into quieter stuff.

Trying to be softer, smarter, less wrong

a child rehearsing where she didn’t belong.

I thought if I reached some invisible mark,

I could call back the part of him lost in the dark.

But love, I discovered, doesn’t follow a score,

and still I kept knocking on a locked, unseen door.

Years passed like pages I didn’t get to read,

still planting approval like it might be a seed.

But nothing I grew ever shifted the past,

no matter how perfect, it never would last.

And now there are days I don’t reach for the line,

no ringing, no waiting, no asking for sign.

Funny how absence can quietly teach

that some bridges were never meant to reach.

So I stopped calling. Not out of hate, not out of spite,

just learning what silence can sound like at night.

And maybe the irony, sharp and unplanned,

is I’m finally enough… without his hand.

- Jules

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Mommy Issues / Too Much

She taught me early how to fold myself small,

to make my edges softer, my voice barely at all.

Her love was a mirror that only reflected

the version of me she had already selected.

If I cried, I was “too much,” a storm overcast

if I spoke, I was “dramatic,” a shadow of the past.

My feelings were noise she refused to let land,

so I learned how to tremble with silence in hand.

She wore concern like a polished disguise,

but truth had a habit of slipping through lies.

One moment she’d hold me like glass in her care,

the next I was nothing , just empty air.

The story she told always circled back right,

she was the sun, and I borrowed her light.

Even my pain had to pass through her frame,

reshaped into something that carried her name.

I grew up inside contradictions and blame,

where love was conditional, shifting like flame.

If I broke, it was proof I had failed her design,

if I healed, it was stolen from something “divine.”

And still I kept reaching for what might be real,

for a version of her that could actually feel.

But she only knew how to echo her role

a mother who guarded her image, not soul.

Now I can name what I couldn’t then see,

how love was a weapon she used on me.

And I am not “too much” I am finally whole,

no longer a child she could shape or control.

- Jules

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Like her mama

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Moonlight

Beneath a sky of velvet black, where silent shadows creep, And stars like whispered secrets glow while restless spirits weep, My dearest friend, whose beauty shines as moonlight through the gloom. No living thing can dull her shine and no sorrow dare consume. Her presence haunts the quiet night, yet brings no trace of fear.

She's a phantom grace, both soft and wild, forever drawing near. Like silver beams on shattered glass, she dances through the air, A living dream in twilight’s grasp, too radiant to compare. The wind it sighs her name at dusk through barren, twisted trees, As if the world itself must bow to such a soul as she.

She stands as silver in the night, a calm, unyielding grace, Like moonlight spilling soft and pale across a ruined place…And though the world may twist and fade in sorrow’s cold design,Her light endures, unwavering, no less than the divine.Not shadowed doom nor ghostly chill could ever dim her light, For she is beauty, carved in moon, eternal in the night.

- Jules

To the Beautiful Badass Othelia

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Perceived (loved)

It feels like finding hidden doors in ordinary days, like laughing at a thought you heard before I found the phrase. A quiet kind of magic lives in how we seem to be, You know the parts I’ve never said, yet somehow, still see me.

We meet between the lines of things, in half finished ideas, in glances full of meaning and in perfectly timed tears. As if the world grew softer just to let our minds align, and left a trail of golden threads connecting yours and mine.

There’s comfort in the way we don’t have to explain a thing…Like birds of a feather that change direction midair on the same wing.

And somehow, in that knowing, there’s a warmth that lingers on, a gentle kind of love that stays, no matter where we’ve gone. Not loud, not heavy, just a light that quietly proves it’s true, now I feel a little more like home each time I’m known by you.

- Jules

For the most Lovable Asher

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Trauma has followed me like a hungry street dog since I was a child.

A Shelter dog

Your emotional support forever

- Jules

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Now in the quiet of your arms,

I’ve found a place free of alarms. No more shadows, no more fight…Just calm, like stars in the quiet night.

My Fire sparks your gaze to ignite the heart’s delight, Each glance a new start, each word a blaze, Burning through all the empty days. The flame that flickers fierce has grown so bright, A holy light, my sacred place.

Like a missing piece you fit so right, a calm within your arms threw endless nights. You held my hand and gently showed, a love that’s neither fast nor slow… but steady. Warm, so whole and true. It’s like I knew, it was always you.

Finally peace, a love long fought. Knowing that I once had thought, love was meant to hurt and bruise. But you would never dream of painting my world in those blue hues… you speak in tones of blushing red. Crimson in lips, scarlet in heart… and if I burn then Let it be. Because of you, I can finally be me.

The light that guides me is the spark in your eyes. A perfect forge, now mend my sword, might be my heart. Pure inspiration, where to start. You’re not just a light, your home in the dark.

Yes a home in the dark, embers warm in the glowing harth, the beacon I’ve needed and harked, open the door for you are my heart.

Forever , forever, forever

My spark

-Jules

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I’m not so small as to be comprehended by you, I now understand the Revels of Fae .Fire doesn’t burn my throat anymore.

I wanna taste a little more wild when I get home , but where is home? Paper towns and little toy cars ,Will they notice that I’m not me? Manic pixie dream team, snapshots of memories, wandering and wonder struck.

I got hoodwinked, I blinked and now I think it’s too kinked we’re going extinct. Now I’m inked with all the memories.

So I realize my shadow is behind me, shielded, third eye is blinding. In the sun, solar radiation ain't fun, grab a gun. Cuz our enemies have won! Four shores, worn and torn, born to scorn, forlorn word porn.Next steps the word play, all day then I'm drowning, no air, not a sound see..... Traumatizing. He kept holding me under. Even coughing up water, why bother. Seriously tried to holler.... But bubbles won't carry voices. Never was our choices. Just bloody rags and burnt torches.

- Jules

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