Albalooshi – Page 3 – Poetry Collection

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I Am Become Your Tomb

Here to serve, and pray Father Time honour your name, as you live for glory and to see your enemies burn at the gates of Valhalla.

Shehab Albalooshi

There Is No Beauty

There is no beauty in the summer breeze I have been yearning, when it carries with it mustard gas and a love letter from Armageddon, in yearning for me.

Shehab Albalooshi

Insipid Beasts Buried in the Snow

On top of Mount Kilimanjaro or buried deep in the snow...

Shehab Albalooshi

Only Words Remain

Only words remain, perched above, all alone in the aftermath.

Shehab Albalooshi

My Murk Stolen by the Morn

Confessions whispered through peppered dreams

Shehab Albalooshi

To Live with Pride

Look at this mighty force weeping Before our eyes!

Shehab Albalooshi

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