#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
Dec 30, 2025
Dec 30, 2025 at 4:59 PM UTC
Maybe it's the thrill
of instability
that makes me hungry
for life,
hungry for you
Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 5:40 AM UTC
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.
Nov 14, 2024
Nov 14, 2024 at 2:48 PM UTC
I have developed the need to rely
on dramatic events
to find a purpose
Oct 9, 2020
Oct 9, 2020 at 9:04 AM UTC
Even the ink in my quill dried out
after they burned my muse
Sep 15, 2020
Sep 15, 2020 at 9:18 AM UTC
Beirut cries in constant sirens
after the explosion
Aug 19, 2020
Aug 19, 2020 at 5:23 AM UTC
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
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hold me
I am sssshhhhaaakkkkiiiinnggggg
with RAGE
here, let me help...
lights match
here's the wick
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D
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on the
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___streets____
wipe out the gunk
stomp them under your feet
It's
TIME
FOR
BEIRUT
Aug 14, 2020
Aug 14, 2020 at 6:20 AM UTC
“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”
Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 2:23 AM UTC
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
Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 8:31 PM UTC
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
Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 2:31 PM UTC
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
Aug 8, 2020
Aug 8, 2020 at 11:26 PM UTC
You cannot hear your own thoughts
When you are surrounded by chaos
Aug 5, 2020
Aug 5, 2020 at 12:37 PM UTC
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
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 6:04 AM UTC
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.
Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 2:25 AM UTC
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....
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 11:51 PM UTC