Written by Jacob Ibrag
It crumbles into the wind. Rise to a stench of wanting to
care. Walk on a bridge that seems familiar. Discover what’s been
missing, a little of you that has been waiting. In the middle now,
pick your reason. Fall on your sword, wake up and repeat.
Here are two new videos from the open mic poetry night we had back in March. Follow our facebook/twitter/instagram for future event info. Hope you enjoy!
Read this piece – Diverge
Eyes + Words 
“Rise to a stench or wanting to care”
This…. this says so much to my life at the moment. Love your writing so much! Needed these words this morning!
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Thank you 🙂
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Liked your writing a lot
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Thank you 🙂
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Amazing
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Thanks Damini 🙂
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Interesting thought!
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Thanks Chris 🙂
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I cant do justice in words… beautiful
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Thank you 😀
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Beautiful 🙂
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Thanks Dainelle 🙂
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You’re welcome 🙂
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I love this!
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Thank you 🙂
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I like this poem. There is a lot to be had here. Have you ever thought of extending it any? I am interested to hear more about this bridge and how it seems familiar but isn’t.
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Thanks Richard. I’ve definitely thought about it for many pieces, it’s just really fun and intriguing to begin to ones haha.
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I know what you mean. That is why most of my poems are short.
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