Haiku writer.
When life gives you ink, make penstrokes.
A Viking's promise An icy slap in the face What is Iceland then
By Jonathan Lawrence7 months ago in Poets
The mask is the first And last thing they ever see There's no face to hide
Freer than the flame This Planeswalker is close to The world's burning heart
What's the takeaway The thief said to himself when The store's doors had closed
You took and you took But now wherever you look No-one reads your book
Angels remember The truths that mortals forget Living lonelier
Metal looks your way And you find yourself saying "Uh, Roger Roger"
Nature meeting man Growing into artistry It won't ever see
A ten second car The NOS kicks in like space fuel Call that nine seconds
Taking up the pen The Beloved standing still Waiting on his words
A distant hover The firepower, cower Your final hour
By Jonathan Lawrence8 months ago in Poets
A language of light The five worlds descending from The tip of God's pen
