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 Jun 2017 Jamal Abboud
Balaguer
You became my heart
Four years and eight months ago.
Through the windows
Of love
I envisioned you
Forever
For so long
irapairable and
Microscopic
Was the musle
Left
of my heart.
Superwoman
Has nothing on you
An angel
Grace
you brought upon me

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10.11.12
 Jun 2017 Jamal Abboud
Gidgette
I keep my wish list
Upon my wrist
But they don't care for that

I keep my dreams
In makeup creams
They said to try that

They said live a fake life
Be a good little wife
I left, and died my hair black

I walk looking down
In vintage whisky I drown
And I'm ok with that

They said to "fake a smile"
Wear My pain with style
I'm no good at that

I try and cover my wish list
Written in scars upon my wrist
With the dreams, silent screams
Makeup creams
I'm not ok with that....
I miss you all. Please forgive my boldness here. Sometimes, I just have to SCREAM. The only way I know how. Much love to you all.
 Jun 2017 Jamal Abboud
Unknown
I sit on my bed every night.
I look for a star to wish on, but not one is in sight.
So I try to sleep, but all I see is you.
I think to myself, is she feeling this too?
You've hurt me so many times, but I can't be mad.
Instead, I sit around crying and being sad,
But before I go to sleep every night, I always smile
Because even though we didn't last long, it was worth the while.
You may not feel this feeling between us two,
But in the end you won't find anyone who loves you as much as I do. 
I'll admit, I don't understand.
I put my trust in you and all you want is to be my friend?
I ask myself why.
Did you have to keep me hanging on so long and then say goodbye?
I wish you would've told me from the start. 
Because of you, now all I have left are the memories and a broken heart
Bleed my name
Every single blood cell should crave my loving
Need me
[I need you to need me ]
 Jun 2017 Jamal Abboud
Shanath
I CALCULATIONS

A bird from the window
Pecked at my papers
Lined with my scores.

Now trees are dead,
And papers are gone.
This is the computer age.

I will break it down for you.
I even made a list,
Would you like to count?

II THE LIST

1.This is the computer age              
    Of digitized proofs
       And

2.Authority attested identies,
     With participants' certificates.

3.Our own words have lost meaning

4.We are now vessels                     
With our definition stapled on screens
      And

5.Meagre salaries    
    Tagged on our foreheads.

6.We are our grades.

7.The given guidelines,
      Projects we finished overnight.
         We are the cheated test scores,

8.The printed marksheets
       From the renowned buildings.

9.We are a bunch of degrees.
      
10.We are a box of experience
     With a reciept of coffees we bought,
         We are a cv of what we did.

11.We are the said lies
        And

12.The stress calmed by mummbled slurs.

13.We are the second employee
        Shouted at.
          And

14.We are the hundredth consumer
       With company approved needs.

15.We are the salesperson with quotas to meet.

16.We are the owners
       Of a dying business,
         A pending debt.

17.We are the numerous people
        Of covered faces on the streets

18.And exposed bodies in the world wide web.

19.We are the constructed
         Digital photographs
            With deconstructed heads.
        

20.We are a bunch of numbers

21.We are a bunch of numbers

22.We are a bunch of numbers,

23.When did we become
      
24. A 0 or a 1?

People shouldn't even fit in a whole encyclopedia

And yet here,
Are you looking for a number 25?


III RESULT

Well I gave the papers to the bird,
She put it in her nest
And made it warmer.

You call me crazy
But I will always
Call myself a free bird.
Sometime in winter I must have burned newspapers.
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