Song Lyrics

Back to Caladan
I’m headed back to Caladan My personal Neverland None of this was planned But by the stroke of my hand I’m going to the land I belong
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
I Don’t Want Your Toxic Love
I don’t need your condition love Not even your toxic Love I am focus on me and my dreams So please stay away from me When I close my eyes you shouldn't be the first thing that I see
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
*Bil Qalb*
Ya amar, bury me across your ribs— where wind writes, my love in the dust of your silence. Your absence is a sama without stars.
By LUCCIAN LAYTH2 years ago in Poets
Unfinished Prayers.
I left a prayer on my bedside table, Didn’t know what to say, just hoped He was able To read between the lines of the words I left out.
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets
Disharmonic Blues
Well I got out my chainsaw to take down some money trees Yea, I got out my chainsaw, to take down some money trees I got out my chainsaw, 'cause the money trees belong to me
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Poets
Superstar
here is a little sonnet about the musician and the muse. the separation that you have to create at the end of a concert. so the ones they came with are happy.
By Rodney Matthew Miller2 years ago in Poets
"MS. MIRIBELA PEREZ". Content Warning.
This is a fairy tale of sorts. This is a fictional story created my brain from a dream I had the other night. All characters are fictional, and the content is fictional as I have vivid dreams. I decided to share this dream. IT IS NOT ABOUT ME OR ANYONE YOU KNOW OR I KNOW.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
Riverside
I breathe in the fresh air hugged between mountains It's like I've always belonged here amongst spring water fountains nestled into a world that's
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
I met my younger self for a coffee date
I met my younger self for coffee she arrived ten minutes late, I hugged her she ordered her favorite chocolate cake\ As I gulped her innocence through the lens of my present eyes,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Liberated
-*- I can tell you stories on how this started; I can take your spirit and walk you with me. Don't you dare to be afraid of
By Alex Torres2 years ago in Poets
"THE LAND OF OZ". Content Warning.
THE LAND OF OZ PHOTO BY VICKI Puppies, Kitties, Birds, Toys, Rainbows, Wizard of Oz, Cause Peepers Say no more stories on politics.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
The Slaughter of Innocence. Content Warning.
Grieving through the breathing crevices of my mourning soul, I propelled through piercing glances of the ones who chose to score their goal.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets