Castles

I stare in awe

While you wonder why I’m gaping at a pile of rocks

Desolate rubble where no one resides anymore

You may argue

That it must have been more beautiful all those years ago

But what do you know? You haven’t a clue

What if it survived

I don’t imagine what it may have looked like then

I think of what it could be now if it had thrived

What is beauty

I see potential majesty, while you see grace long gone

Beauty nonetheless; birthing wonder, birthing glee

Different nonetheless

Within the ruins I see hope, while you dismiss it as past

But I suppose the one who ruined it won’t be as obsessed


-Izzat R.

Scribbles

I'm just a poor man
With nothing to give
Haven't a dime to offer
Barely a purpose to live

I may not know much
But this much I do
If the world were mine
I'd give it all to you

I may not have much
Nothing but words
Open up your heart
Let this no-one be heard

I may not grasp much
But this much is true
If you accept my scribbles
Then I'll scribble on for you


-Izzat R.