Haiku writer.
When life gives you ink, make penstrokes.
Not a freedom fight The many nations get high while Mexico gets low
By Jonathan Lawrence8 months ago in Poets
Streets, people, buildings People pass each other and Never share their names
On the walk of fame They put my name, like a game It's me that's untamed
Am I broke, hell no Exhale smoke as I rap, bro The smoothest flow, yo
Forest fox spirit So unlike you, that it does Draw you closer, scared
The new gift of fire Passed on by Prometheus We gave it knowledge
She leans on the rail The footsteps of her dark past Have turned into waves
By Jonathan Lawrence9 months ago in Poets
What was it like, being infantry? It's a job you never leave Because you're too aware that if you stop doing it Someone else will
South Korea girl Catch her on television Or you can't catch her
Hey man, look at me Do I look like I really Talk about Fight Club
Let your eyes adjust The colors of mysteries Judge me not - they come
Beauty belies strength Fiery spirit showed him Her God in a dance
