I just saw Avril Lavigna live and she sang Skater boy. It was great but it got me thinking about the message of the song.
By Jeremy Whiteabout a year ago in Poets
Shiver me timbers, Rattle me bones, Ye'll soon be abidin', With Davey Jones. Scalawags! It'll be talk like a pirate day! Avast!
By Thomas Durbinabout a year ago in Poets
When that moment comes, That moment when I get to right my wrongs, Take me to that corner street restaurant where I first sat across my beloved.
By Literalcateabout a year ago in Poets
grab me by the horns and shove me into the arena i am not your gladiator, and yet the flashes of red you tease me with make me snort and brace to charge
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
I need to get my act together When I met her It was like pulling a lever My brain was prehacked before we met I didn't know what to do
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
I am not sure I want to have 'favorites' anymore; the idea that a powerful (love for / enjoyment of) one thing must jostle other well-liked contenders out of an upper tier of my appreciation
By Gabriel Huizengaabout a year ago in Poets
I will not be dictated by verbal shackles of a spineless dominator. The rain that cycles through spring to winter will not break this cinnamon spirit.
By Chloe Gilholyabout a year ago in Poets
Delving deep into my thoughts of mystical lands and valiant knights of sirens singing on the shore and crystal castles glinting in the glow
By Daniela Alejandraabout a year ago in Poets
Get in, buckle up it's going to be a journey. GPS is on and I'm heading to the highway, Time to start over. The blue line leads me, turning here and there
By Lauraabout a year ago in Poets
Breathing in, I know I am breathing in. Breathing out, I know I am breathing out. * The body relaxes, then the mind,
By David Muñozabout a year ago in Poets
We get this one life And there will never be another you No one will ever have the same laugh or gait, your spirit, your story
By Jerichoabout a year ago in Poets
A mourn arouses its plea as the escapism of amor in stillness breathes, A dream that precedes, a trance that enthralls in its mirth does not cease to deceive.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
