Life As A Writer

Michael Daaboul. 26 y/o from Australia/Melbourne. Digital Designer & Creative Writer.

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64 million people had chronic obstructive pulmonary disease worldwide in 2004. By 2030, it is estimated to be the fourth leading cause of death worldwide due to an increase of people smoking. 3 million people died of COPD in 2005.
Excerpt from Powerless By Michael Daaboul

Hello Darkness (Tribute to Robin Williams Special)

In this moment of darkness, I will not see the terror that’s unfolding around me. I have learned to close my eyes and curl into a ball. I hold myself tightly in the corner and I cry because I can’t take this anymore.

You can’t see me because I have turned off the lights. No one will be able to tell if I’m sick because I smile when they ask if I’m alright.

Where have I been? Where do I go? You may ask. I haven’t journeyed far from my room; I haven’t seen the world from the peak of Hanging Rock. I have been sitting in my room waiting for the light, a light that never came.

I know if I don’t speak, if I don’t seek help, no one will suspect a thing, and it will be my friend darkness and me, sitting in the corner where the cold air leaks and my maddening thoughts speak.

For when the morning comes, you will lose your best friend; you will lose someone you hold so deep. You will see me lying in the corner with a heavy heart and when you feel my unrhythmic pulse, you will be heartbroken. Everyone else that loves me will lose their hope, their will to live and I, will remain unspoken.

For all the joy and kindness I gave, I didn’t receive any for when I went the other way. When I sort out those who needed help and got them to pray, I made a deal with the Devil and sold my sanity on a midsummer’s day.


Tribute to Robin Williams who died on August 11, 2014.
- Michael Daaboul
In paradise they hear us sing, about the horror stories on Earth during the wars they bring. We tried to stay strong and fearless, but the haunting artillery was no match for our voices. They forced us in hibernation and we became weak and scared. We gave in, we needed food and water. They stripped us of our defences and tore our clothes off. There was no other way of knowing, in this paradise, that they would have their way with us when they were staring right into our eyes.
Michael Daaboul
I’m alone and I feel the darkness of the night has come over me. Fear has taken my heart and everyone I know has run away. I hold on to my teddy and hold on so tight, I sing a song my mother used to sing to me when father wasn’t home to try and lie to me about how everything will be fine. I saw it in front of my own eyes when they took her. It’s not the night I’m afraid of, it’s the cowards in tanks, that have taken everything I have ever loved away from me.
Michael Daaboul
We’re at war again and they have fed us lies. The innocent die and those hiding wonder when all of this is going to end. It’s easy for us here to not listen to the bombardment of shells; it’s easy to forget the children who are covering their ears, shutting their eyes so tight. They will sit there not knowing why their mother and father had died, why their brother and sister have been wounded. And they have come to realise, they don’t ever want to know why, they just wanted everything to be alright.
Michael Daaboul
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