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Maria Etre Oct 2020
I have developed the need to rely
on dramatic events
to find a purpose
Maria Etre Sep 2020
Even the ink in my quill dried out
after they burned my muse
Marie-Lyne Sep 2020
My relationship
with you
is toxic
Maria Etre Aug 2020
Beirut cries in constant sirens
after the explosion
August 4 marked the world's 3 biggest explosion in Beirut, Lebanon.
Maria Etre Aug 2020
I can't breath

I n        e            e            d  m       y         s       p         a      c       e


e                                             r
hold me
I am sssshhhhaaakkkkiiiinnggggg
with RAGE
here, let me help...
lights match
here's the wick

on the

wipe out the gunk
stomp them under your feet

Maria Etre Aug 2020
“In sickness and in health
till death do us part”

She exploded in my heart
threw me off my feet

Across a living room filled
with nights only she can host

I spoke of her to those across the world
who will never experience what it is
to fall for a city
it is beyond patriotism
this ineffable love for a sleepless phenomenon
who homes strangers
shook the world
with shockwaves
that equaled the chemical imbalance
its people have for their city

Under the debris of sparkling glass
she was broken  
there’s so much she can withstand
even when we always stand by her side
shards engrave themselves under thick skin
poking at the body that still believes in love at first breath

At a heart that does not know how to stop
At a will-power that questions its creator about its strength
At a body that homes an identity beyond this world
alien to it

toxicity hovered in lungs

And across skies
blushing clouds
turning them pink

Sunset wasn’t serene

The ocean cradled bodies

on their way to the afterlife

They cried salty tears

Fed up.

Her soil has felt the stomping anger of grieving mothers, fathers, husbands
the last words of suffocating victims who never lost hope till

The angels opened the doors of the sky

To welcome new brave souls into the heavens
to lead by example
their white coffins
wed the earth with the skies
they watch over us

Brooms brushed her face
Hands held others
Homes homed
Revolutionists revolted
Nooses were hung
judgment day is knocking
at our hearts
and mind you, we are known
for our hospitality

She cannot cry

She never did

It never suited her

But she sure knows how to roar
how to devour
parasites feeding at her immortality

I wear your ring around my finger

“In sickness and in health
till nothing does us part”
To Beirut,
To August 4, 2020, 6:10 pm
To its people
To its everything
Hussein Dekmak Aug 2020
The princess of the sea, Beirut, triumphantly will rise above her sorrows and wounds. For over five thousand years, she has grown to be tough and resilient.  With the break of a new dawn, Beirut will be enchanted, and will be wearing her garment of beauty with a welcoming smile.

Hussein Dekmak
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Marie-Lyne Aug 2020
This is the street of my school
Where my parents used to drop me off everyday
for fifteen years
This is where I've grown
where I made friends
where I learned how to write, how to read
This is where I've had dreams
of a better me, a better self
This small space was my whole world
All my childhood is shattered
All my memories are destroyed
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