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#beirut
A young soldier who came from Beirut, Though he tried, he just couldn't shoot The young man and his gang All went out with a bang In a bomb laden vest 'neath his suit
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Dec 30, 2025
Dec 30, 2025 at 4:59 PM UTC
Boom
Maybe it's the thrill of instability that makes me hungry for life, hungry for you
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Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 5:40 AM UTC
Beirut, Lebanon
If you hear it just once, then it's an air strike. Twice, means it's just a sonic boom. While we wait anxiously, deadly silence fills the room. Those moments in between feel like a lifetime. Especially when someone's life maybe on the line. If we end up hearing the second sound relief fills our hearts, even though they just skipped a pound. For at least we know that 2 sounds are just meant to entice fear. While 1, is meant to tear down maybe a few lives or maybe an entire town. So, with windows open, we wait we hope to hear that second sound.
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Nov 14, 2024
Nov 14, 2024 at 2:48 PM UTC
Sonic Boom
I have developed the need to rely on dramatic events to find a purpose
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Oct 9, 2020
Oct 9, 2020 at 9:04 AM UTC
Lebanese 2020
Even the ink in my quill dried out after they burned my muse
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Sep 15, 2020
Sep 15, 2020 at 9:18 AM UTC
Beirut Under Flames
My relationship with you is toxic
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Sep 10, 2020
Sep 10, 2020 at 8:28 PM UTC
Beirut
When does one begin to talk about the end?
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Sep 4, 2020
Sep 4, 2020 at 10:06 AM UTC
TODAY
The fo(u)nder of fondness lies in ^
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Aug 26, 2020
Aug 26, 2020 at 7:19 AM UTC
The Letter You
Beirut cries in constant sirens after the explosion
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Aug 19, 2020
Aug 19, 2020 at 5:23 AM UTC
#TalkAboutBeirut
I can't breath I n        e            e            d  m       y         s       p         a      c       e nexttomykinthatcloseside|by|side as we CAPITALIZE ON RE(FORMING x BUILDING) THE CAPITAL that's sulking in d e                                             r                          b                                      i s hold me I am sssshhhhaaakkkkiiiinnggggg with RAGE here, let me help... lights match here's the wick eXXXXXpl \O/ D E on the ____________ ------------- ___streets____ wipe out the gunk stomp them under your feet It's TIME FOR BEIRUT
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Aug 14, 2020
Aug 14, 2020 at 6:20 AM UTC
"Thawra" Means Revolution in Arabic
“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 families 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”
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Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 2:23 AM UTC
Beirut, I Thee Wed
“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 families 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”
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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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Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 8:31 PM UTC
The Princess of the Sea ’Beirut’
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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Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 2:31 PM UTC
Excuse me while I sob
Devastation Can’t comprehend The fallout of these people’s land Black smoke rising Makes no sense No enemies No self defense Just havoc Without precedents Explosive measures Explosive times Prayers be answered For these peoples lives
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Aug 8, 2020
Aug 8, 2020 at 11:26 PM UTC
Devastation
You cannot hear your own thoughts When you are surrounded by chaos
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Aug 5, 2020
Aug 5, 2020 at 12:37 PM UTC
Beirut
Empowering to raise generations & I am proof
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Jun 21, 2019
Jun 21, 2019 at 7:44 AM UTC
Father
I found myself wasted literally I was outward and true I was fearless and sometimes blue I found myself wasted consumed by my favorite drink happy I am able to click I found myself wasted befriending everyone oblivious to their intentions I found myself wasted wasting..no not wasting enjoying the night I found myself wasted I wish everyone can be wasted so they can remove that ugly facade that keeps you from me
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Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 6:04 AM UTC
Wasted
The guns won. Humanity lost. The love we thought we all shared, Shattered and the shards pierced our eyes. The dead wanted to stay dead, But those who are slaughtered from the soul Want all of us to be that way too. Hollow Dry Hungry Loveless. On this day, I don't even want to pray. I have seen what religion does to people. It's not a War that's brewing, It's a force field: One that hides us from each other, One that forbids communication. We are a confused people. Painting our false faces won't help. And now, I don't know what will.
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Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 2:25 AM UTC
No More.
Imagine if the nativity Took place now instead of then With technological advancement It'd be on the news at ten In fact it would make youtube A film clip at the stable Taken by a shepherd boy Underneath a table The three wisemen would go on Skype The gifts would be en route No need to travel all the way With the traffic in Beirut Phone banks would be all set up To raise funds for the birth The internet would be a buzz With the greatest news on earth No camels, inns or drummer boys There'd be no one there at all The Angel of The Lord would be Black Friday shopping at the mall In fact I do not think that it Would be a deal that we would follow Social media and the press Would make it all seem hollow I'm glad it happened when it did As time has come to pass With Jesus in a manger And wisemen there en masse I don't think it'd be Christmas If Christ was born today Without a cd or a movie deal Or a sport that he would play Christmas is...and always will Be the story we were told I'm glad it didn't happen now If I may be quite so bold Unto man a child was born And he, the son of God....
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Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 11:51 PM UTC
I'm Glad it Didn't Happen Now