Shehab Albalooshi

My work serves as a personal cartography of exile and resistance, written to navigate the 'shattered glass' of a displaced identity. In the spirit of the Beat Generation, I seek to transform a private 'howl of madness' into a rigorous philosophical inquiry against the machinery of thrall. By weaving historical and theological threads together, I strive to move beyond individual suffering toward a shared, universal resilience found in the eternal march of man..

Incongruent

The only word that intimates.

The only word I could intimate.

Left to Die

As tyrants held us from behind, in trenches deep, one must survive.

In trenches deep, one must survive

Like a Waterfall

Our love, sacred, holy vow to awe

Our love, sacred, holy vows of awe

I Leave My Heart with You

My soul still yearns for life ahead. My faith in man still lingers deep.

Engulfed in rot and slow decay,
My will endures; my soul endears.

The Stranger

Come on to me, mediocrity: unburden the world from the weight of my dreams.

May it all burn in effigy for my discontent with myself.

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