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 Dec 2017 Jamal Abboud
Hannah
Writing
has set
me free.

It is
something
nobody
can ever
take away
from me.
**
You always laughed,
when you were with me.
You taught me hatred
was mine alone
I learned to give
'till you were happy,
and in my pain
you found your home.

I remember once you told me,
"I won't always be around".
The relief that flooded through me,
was enough to make a sound.

And now they say you're better,
"Look at what she's done!"
I think they mean your battles,
but all I see are smoking guns.

And I know that you're still in there
Your laughter chills me to the bone,
That heart of ice I can't bear,
and that is why you're all alone.
Perhaps one day
the ink that I
d
r
i
p
Will form into a puddle
for you to jump into,
Only then will you know
Everything I write
is soaked in devotion
for you.
You're the reason I still write.
You follow your dream
I follow my heart

Good heart like mine
Never mind reading
Beautiful mind like yours!

You hide your secret
I hide my wish

Good heart like mine
Never dare reading
Colorful eyes like yours!

An insight to your heart
Like a moment of steal!

Good heart like mine
Beautiful mind like yours
Needs a secret pray
for fairytale beginning!
"Tickle me! Tickle me!" says the sky,
And the wind plays with my hair.



- LynnAA
28/11/2017
 Dec 2017 Jamal Abboud
Star BG
Hug it up!
Take your arms
with actions
to share energies
To annoint with love.

Hug it up!
From the core
of your heartbeat
that plays divinely.

Hug it up
with
the gift that lasts
It won't  break your budget.

And make the holiday season
merry.
Hugs I send out.
Happy Holidays fellow writers.
 Dec 2017 Jamal Abboud
Jessy
It’s funny
When my stomach hurts
Or I’m throwing up
Or I have a headache
I can stay home
Take the day to relax, get better

But when my brain’s suffocating
When I feel like killing myself
When I cry myself to sleep
When I feel numb to any physical feeling
It’s not a valid reason to stay home
People tell me to get over it

What’s the difference?
Being mentally sick is the same thing as being physically sick,
Maybe even worse

But if you can't see the pain
Then it’s not there, right?
I wonder,
why it is,
for we had become,
further and divided,

but still hoping,
to hold hands
and discover each other?

To lose on ages?
to bite the apple?
or to fill the void?
When things get cold and silent, I tend to overthink. Sometimes the thoughts just overshadow the voices that try to pierce into my ears.
Black light that shines
So bright and warm
The fragile hours
Before the storm
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