Haiku: Anger Builds UpBlood rushes fasterMy tone grows sharp and bitterAnger builds up
Haiku: A Storm is ComingA storm is comingIt looms on the horizonI feel it's power
Haiku: Luminous RainLuminous rain fallsA light through the darkWashing me away
Sketch Poem 1In their wake, Death And Destruction are left in the village,Like a fire Devouring every blossom of Hope. Beneath their Marching feet, theseModern-daySamurai Crush every MarigoldJust as they unfurl theirPetals to theSun,But one dayA rainWill set upon the WorldAnd douse theInferno thatRavages the land.
What is Love?What is Love? Love has no definition, Love cannot be described with words. It is impossible to pinpoint, impossible to grasp; like a delicate butterfly, fluttering too chaotically for the eye to follow, eluding nets and fists. But it is beautiful. Perhaps beauty also lacks a definition, but in my eyes, in my heart, Love is beautiful, and Beauty is Love.