Written by Jacob Ibrag
Being with you is like, wait no it isn’t.
It isn’t like anything. It’s deeper than every black
hole that has and ever will exist. I’m infinitely sinking
while trying to reach towards your embrace. I’m fixated
on whether this is even happening, or if you’re another
Tyler Durden knockoff overthrowing my psyche.
Photography by Paolo Raeli
Jacob Ibrag – “Secret“
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Eyes + Words 
nice…
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Thanks 🙂
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u r truely very nice
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beautifully written !!
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Thank you 🙂
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Beautiful ^^
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Thank you 🙂
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Interesting. Not sure if this is positive or negative but you have a strong grasp on beautiful imagery.
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Thanks Dave 🙂
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Brilliant !! Loved it.
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Thank you very much 🙂
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You’re welcome ! 🙂
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Reblogged this on Orthometry.
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I enjoy reading that..I also watched your YouTube video of your spoken word. what’s the location. I am very interested and getting up and Performing some of my poetry. And if you don’t mind critiquing the poem that I just put up on my blog.😁
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That means a lot to me, thank you 😀
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The event took place in The Playroom Theater, I’m hoping to host another open mic soon.
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Is that NYC?
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Yes it is.
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Oh great. Did you check out my poem “platform”?
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It doesn’t show up when I go to your reader page
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I’m still trying to figure out how to work the blog. I would have really appreciate it if you could have critique that poem. It wasn’t my blog don’t know where I went. Smh… Well thanks for your time and perhaps you’ll one day see me performing my poetry.
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Open mic – nice! 😀
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Your uncertainty and perhaps confusion as well come through perfectly. During my time between addresses I rented a room from a woman I couldn’t understand, but I urgently needed a place to sleep and do my freelance work. I thought of her (didn’t say it to her, of course) as Mary Heisenberg. That ended when the landlord ordered her to evict me or face the same. I never did figure her out. She spent most of the time I was there at live-in nursing jobs. And against those reading this may think, no, we didn’t.
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Thanks for sharing with us Alan 😀
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Nice piece! Well structured with levels of content.
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Thanks John 🙂
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Lovely piece!
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Thanks 😀
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