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Beside You

You’re ready to sleep now But I’m awake with desire You got me half way And I can’t stay in one place

What do I do with all this energy? While you peacefully sleep

When you’re done, you’re not really done Let me dance on your bone Until I explode, until I say so.

I’ve never been greedy, but I won’t leave until I’ve had my release.

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A lesson learned in | Harlem, NYC

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DEEP END DENT

I’ll take you out on a date,

Breathe smoke in my space

I don’t have any other cravings

And I know this isn’t a permanent thing.

We can sit alone and think

Until we’re exhausted tomorrow

And they have to repeat what they say

I find myself when you’re in my brain.

My inner voice has never been so sweet, so

It might seem I want you every day of the week.

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Lesson 1 | Union City, NJ

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A balcony on 67th st. | West New York, NJ

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Those who keep busiest pay no mind to what’s inside.

Jessa Breu

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Everything is in bloom, but I feel as if I am withering.

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Routine

I wanna clean so I can unscramble my mind

But this mess I live with is my comfort.

And just like everything else that’s negative in my life,

I don’t look at it twice.

Until it starts to accumulate and even then,

I have better uses for my head.

Once the view is too ugly and disgusting,

I’ll finally tidy up, so that I can have a fresh start.

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Telling my hispanic dad I want to see a therapist.

Me: I feel depressed out of nowhere.

Dad: Why? What's making you sad?

Me: Nothing is, I just feel this way. I think it has something to do with my anxiety. I've been thinking too much and I want to see a therapist.

Dad: You don't need a therapist. That costs money. Here, have a drink of vodka, then you'll be happy.

Me: No, that's even more depressing.

Dad: *brings his cup of vodka and mountain dew to my lips*

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Outside a Window | Union City, NJ

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Sneaking backstage @ Meatlocker | Montclair, NJ

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Everything left unsaid, Undone. I would have shown you me, But I wasn’t that free... Don’t you wanna dance with me? You have those fumbling feet, But they’re not as bad as my speech.

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I can feel the sand underneath

The ocean floor is calling me.

Lying in bed with thoughts in my head.

The pressure’s too high, I can’t swim to the light.

But when I’m asleep, I float oh so heavenly.

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I can’t eat because you make my heart beat faster.

All this frustration because she doesn’t want to understand. 

I’ll take you down that road and show you how it’s supposed to go.

You can point out my flaws 

Or waste away as you do so.

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Welllll

I deleted all my posts (4 years of posts). Which actually wasn’t that much for four years. I’m a very inconsistent blogger. Anyway, I want this blog to be more geared toward my artwork and me. I plan to post artistic photos mainly and whatever I see fit. 

Office Space in Bowery | Manhattan, NY