Written by Jacob Ibrag
They’ll smile and separate spaces
to keep distance from all the mess you’ve
manifested. No one understands any of it except
the characters in the books that stare at your moving
lips. Idea’s flowing from page to page until the end nears
and it’s all history. What’s been shed between these lines
still very much alive inside your mind. The outsiders can’t
comprehend until they flip the pages and awe in it. It’s
not something you listen to, you just have to melt
in it. Till then you’re the crazy one smiling
while they waste away married to their
mind numbing programming.
Art by Fran Carneros
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Sounds like there doing the same drugs as i!
chris
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I loooooooooooove the concept your blog is wrapped around 🙂 placing art and words together literally is one of the best marriages in the world and I’m glad I finally dropped by to look at your work 🙂 Will sit down one day and literally devour everything. And high five – poet to poet! 🙂
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That means a lot to me, thank you very much 😀
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Love it, I nominated you btw, read my post today
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Thanks Toni 🙂
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Wow such an inventive prose and structure! Really enjoyed the marriage of art and words you’re able to convey so aptly. This is a really interesting issue to portray, you hit the mark in my humble opinion. Great job.
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Thank you 😀
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“the characters in the books that stare at your moving
lips” – This is my favorite line. I appreciate your writing.
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Thanks 🙂
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“characters in the books that stare at your moving lips” a wonderful perspective in this phrase!
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Thanks 😀
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You’re welcome! 😊
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Sometimes, it’s just, very difficult, to keep that focus you need, to read something, and you still force yourself to keep focus (as much as you can!), because you need to…
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Beautifully written!
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Thanks Jamila 😀
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