Life As A Writer

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

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You remember back in the hospital, no one came to visit, you didn’t get a single message of concern and you experience another epiphany. Your mind is rushing and thinking about who is close to you, trying to fill in the blank canvases of those who have not asked about you so far. This feeling is not familiar to you any longer, it’s normal. Friends are not as close as they seem anymore and some don’t even know you’re in hospital, you go unnoticed.
Excerpt from Unnoticed Series of Events By Michael Daaboul
I don’t follow love around, it’s too hard and I can’t keep on my feet. I might not follow love, but I believe in love. Its voice sedates my mind but at times it shatters the magic from my dreams. Love tests me, it challenges me to grow, but as I go in deep, I fear the heights. In the sky, I’m vulnerable, but love knows all of my secrets. It knows how tender I am from the pain, it knows how often I melt, it knows when I bleed and it knows when I want to kiss your lips.
Michael Daaboul
Writer: A relationship filled with love, he dies and she was looking forward to spending the rest of her life with him. So years go by and she moves on finally, gets married and has kids but she still misses him every day and wonders what it would have been like if he was still alive. I don’t know, maybe to hold him for one more time, to feel that happiness once again.
Excerpt from 60 Thousand Words In 3 Sentences By Michael Daaboul

Show Me the Stars and Inspire Me

Optimist: Tell me, what are you doing?
Pessimist: Nothing, hate this world.
Optimist: Why are you sitting there complaining about everything?
Pessimist: I don’t know. Don’t feel like doing anything, just want to sit here.
Optimist: You're sitting there doing absolutely nothing while the rest of the planet is moving ahead of you!
Pessimist: Yeah well, let the world move ahead, I don’t really care.
Optimist: How did you fall so behind?
Pessimist: You tell me. Nothing ever works out for me. It’s so fucking frustrating! Bloody hell!
Optimist: Ha, are you listening to yourself?
Pessimist: No.
Optimist: All you did was sit there, thinking it will all just unfold in front of you.
Pessimist: What do you mean? Yeah, I’m waiting for a break or something.
Optimist: Well, it's not going to happen.
Pessimist: I’ll just sit here then.
Optimist: You have to push to make progress. You have to do stuff you know? Learn new things, think about what’s not working out and coming up with solutions!
Pessimist: Who has time for that? Sounds like too much effort.
Optimist: Look at the alternative, you could just sit here and sound like you have no life left. No one wants to know someone so miserable. No one cares you know, you have to do this.
Pessimist: Yeah, well, whatever.
Optimist: COME ON!! You're better than this! This is not what life’s about you know. Come with me.
Pessimist: Why, where are we going?
Optimist: Show you what’s it like to become inspired. I’ll show you a place where stars are born!
Pessimist: Huh, space?
Optimist: Sigh, YES, space, LET’S GO!
Pessimist: Okay, okay.

The Darkest Ashes (From My Broken Body)

And I have declared that feelings are first
I hope you pay attention to what matters
As with the small things will never kiss you
And a fool will never see you through

If my body approves and my kiss a foresight of fate
With all the falling petals
That came from the flowers I sent
There’s no wisdom greater than
My heart’s beating torment

I have declared that feelings are for me and you
And if you decide to not love me so I will not love you
For everyday you do is another day I have forgotten you

I have reached up to the moon
The dead stars and the curious black crow
I have put my hand through fire
And saw the darkest ashes
From my broken body

And as far as I can reach to the unknown
I am carried by the dashing aching wind
Feeling your flaccid hands that brings me back to you

And here I am again curious by your heart’s decay
Of not loving me anymore but you insist I should stay
And little by little I will wander away

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