Haiku writer.
When life gives you ink, make penstrokes.
Drowning man at sea Two arms pull him under, deep He gasps, this beauty
By Jonathan Lawrence3 years ago in Poets
Not a swordsmith's pride For in humility, forged Strikes down the proudest
Politician's tricks Vision is the very noose Elevating us
The Light reaches me Guide my broken ascension The healing sting, Grace
Black on black and pay Listening to what I say Yeah, that's the whole Bay
Black-hearted kings, men Enlightened blade in the crowds The Assassin's Creed
Immortal heart, glass Memory so vast, pains past She's the light, contrast
Ancient trees awake Making cowards of men, elves The forest speaks, deep
Nine Kings of men, once They now share one desire Sauron's golden flame
It starts with a dream, a seductive gleam Money, parties, or high self-esteem The dream slowly faded, leaving us jaded Our sins we demand back, and happily traded
Catching every eye She knows you're watching closely Nothing personal
Hiding from mortals And their lacerating words They kiss you in sleep
