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MENTAL PATIENT WRITING SOMETHING Ayad Gharbawi February 19, 2010 – Damascus, Syria I love you all you Or, all of you I guess I should write Properly Happy ones Yes you! Living you all Drinking air Vacuous nonentities Am I describing myself or yourselves? Supreme in my brutal Powerlessness Inertia is my magnificent pulse Loss is my definition That defines My dumbest elemental stench I live to see so-called teeth grinding My teeth Actually I talk about Am I being grammatical correct for you all? Worms satanic Within Eyeballs melting from Sorrrow And they then Continually Keep Bleeding and looking fractured and pale Didn’t Sane People Tell me Eyes are Souls into Our lost Selves? Or, something similar? Weeping Nerves That are To dry To move Without a breakdown I am scared, in a bed, a room I involuntarily break my idiotically stretched lips So, I become shy From you all onlookers Doctors and Visitors Or Relatives? Who’s who here? And, If I fake That pointless Smile For any ashamed passerby A sad banner Shall be there - Announcing my Smashed structure And functionless music Will tell you my homeless address Of my abandoned Mind and Flesh. -----
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Feb 19, 2010
Feb 19, 2010 at 9:04 AM UTC
MENTAL PATIENT WRITING SOMETHING - Ayad Gharbawi
MENTAL PATIENT WRITING SOMETHING Ayad Gharbawi February 19, 2010 – Damascus, Syria I love you all you Or, all of you I guess I should write Properly Happy ones Yes you! Living you all Drinking air Vacuous nonentities Am I describing myself or yourselves? Supreme in my brutal Powerlessness Inertia is my magnificent pulse Loss is my definition That defines My dumbest elemental stench I live to see so-called teeth grinding My teeth Actually I talk about Am I being grammatical correct for you all? Worms satanic Within Eyeballs melting from Sorrrow And they then Continually Keep Bleeding and looking fractured and pale Didn’t Sane People Tell me Eyes are Souls into Our lost Selves? Or, something similar? Weeping Nerves That are To dry To move Without a breakdown I am scared, in a bed, a room I involuntarily break my idiotically stretched lips So, I become shy From you all onlookers Doctors and Visitors Or Relatives? Who’s who here? And, If I fake That pointless Smile For any ashamed passerby A sad banner Shall be there - Announcing my Smashed structure And functionless music Will tell you my homeless address Of my abandoned Mind and Flesh. -----
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Feb 19, 2010
Feb 19, 2010 at 9:04 AM UTC
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