Song Lyrics

A Snail Named Dale
There once was a snail named Dale Who had just graduated from Yale He began to sail over the wale To escape the swale While finding a vale
By Jonathan Mirau2 years ago in Poets
I Guess This is Growing Old…
--- A twinge in your shoulder Cards say a year older An ache in your right knee Fights with your family inevitable
By Aaron Waddell - The Everyday Mystic2 years ago in Poets
even if. Content Warning.
tears of disbelief well up in my eyes. grief, my old friend, is back again on that heavy drive home alone, and i see you walking in my rearview.
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
Intimacy
What kind of intimacy do you seek Physical intimacy seems easier to find than any other kind But it’s more important to find intimacy of the mind
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Everything Changed
How can love be so harsh, after it healed everything? How can it make you float and soon make you sink? It finds you home in strangers, and strangers in family.
By Siddharth Thapa2 years ago in Poets
Material Girl
Material girl So caught up in the world Your life and outlook make me hurl Self-indulgent Caring for no one else Just a little material girl
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
No One
I do not scream or yelp I do not call out when injured Because I know There is no one here to help Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Song of Songs
When I saw her standing there With drops of Jupiter in her hair I think I love her from head to toe Bus stays bus goes she stays love grows
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Poets
Stranger
When I think of you being gone I don’t think of grief and sadness I get a sense of relief and gladness To be free from you
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Home
Your house is where you live It is the place where you store your things Where you eat and sleep But home Home is a state of being
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Day #5: Writing Challenge
CHALLENGE #1: OBJECT WRITING Day 5/14 “WHAT” Writing 5 minutes – “movie theater” We sat down in the dark of the movie theater. As we waited for the movie to start, the scent of popcorn reached my nose. I could hear people slurping up drinks through straws, and a murmur of disembodied voices floated on the stale air.
By KJ Aartila2 years ago in Poets
I'm Detecting a Theme
Abracadabra Black Magic Woman Could It Be Magic Do You Believe in Magic Every Little Thing She Does is Magic Five Magics
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Poets