Written by Jacob Ibrag
Idle minds. Melting in leather seats
in a apartment with broken conditioning.
The devil knocks and wants to come in. They
stare at each other, pretending not to listen.
Idle minds. The devil knocks again. One
gets up and the others indifferent.
Photo by Anthony Tran
Over the years Eyes + Words has turned into a wonderful budding family of over fifteen thousand people across all platforms. It’s surreal and humbling to know that the art of poetry and story is alive and thriving. That being said, I hope that the creation of the Eyes + Words Writers Group serves as a vehicle and launch pad to help and support writers and the aspiring ones to keep manifesting words that many out there are searching for everyday. So go on and contribute, lets elevate together. Everyone is encouraged to share their experiences with anything involving writing.
Nice poem and may look into the group as well
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Thank you 😀
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Your welcome
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An idle mind is the devils playground
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Very nice post
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Thanks 🙂
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The poem is well described!
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Thank you 🙂
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It is true
The idle mind is the devils workshop
That’s the only place he can fit
A vacant mind
Thanks for the inspirational poem
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I’m happy you enjoyed it 🙂
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Nicely written
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Thank you 🙂
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Beautiful write-up!!
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Thank you 🙂
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