Purely Poetry
i'm not sure if i've posted this before but this is one of my latest song attemps the actual latest song attempt... sucks... so here is the good latest song attempt!
88:Carefully Misguided
She wills me her life
and i can't wait to tell her
He honors the math
but he only he can tell you
A sweet sample free as it can get
underpaid under apreciated
you know who you can get for the mess
but you only you can give the answers
She drives herself to the edge again
opens up to her wonder and turn me over man
Undreamable dream flies up to the mountain
you go and get it
A sweet sample free as it can get
underpaid under apreciated
you know who you can get for the mess
but you only you can give the answers
Number one to fall from
no one no why no care no fair
the strive the passion the intenntion
Just carefully misguided for the attension
And She Knows that he knows and she don't care anymore
And She shows that she knows and he don't denie
Cuz baby when the switch goes off they're lit again
and everything and everything is ok
And he don't believe that the wonderful is over
looking for more power more excuses all refuses
making his own antidote for her he ends cross eyed
they both found jaded and hated and they don't know why
A sweet sample free as it can get
underpaid under apreciated
you know who you can get for the mess
but you only you can give the answers
Number one to fall from
no one no why no care no fair
the strive the passion the intenntion
Just carefully misguided for the attension
And She Knows that he knows and she don't care anymore
And She shows that she knows and he don't denie
Cuz baby when the switch goes off they're lit again
and everything and everything is ok
And he don't believe that the wonderful is over
looking for more power more excuses all refuses
making his own antidote for her he ends cross eyed
they both found jaded and hated and they don't know why
And She Knows that he knows and she don't care anymore
And She shows that she knows and he don't denie
Cuz baby when the switch goes off they're lit again
and everything and everything is ok
And he don't believe that the wonderful is over
looking for more power more excuses all refuses
making his own antidote for her he ends cross eyed
they both found jaded and hated and they don't know why
88:Carefully Misguided
She wills me her life
and i can't wait to tell her
He honors the math
but he only he can tell you
A sweet sample free as it can get
underpaid under apreciated
you know who you can get for the mess
but you only you can give the answers
She drives herself to the edge again
opens up to her wonder and turn me over man
Undreamable dream flies up to the mountain
you go and get it
A sweet sample free as it can get
underpaid under apreciated
you know who you can get for the mess
but you only you can give the answers
Number one to fall from
no one no why no care no fair
the strive the passion the intenntion
Just carefully misguided for the attension
And She Knows that he knows and she don't care anymore
And She shows that she knows and he don't denie
Cuz baby when the switch goes off they're lit again
and everything and everything is ok
And he don't believe that the wonderful is over
looking for more power more excuses all refuses
making his own antidote for her he ends cross eyed
they both found jaded and hated and they don't know why
A sweet sample free as it can get
underpaid under apreciated
you know who you can get for the mess
but you only you can give the answers
Number one to fall from
no one no why no care no fair
the strive the passion the intenntion
Just carefully misguided for the attension
And She Knows that he knows and she don't care anymore
And She shows that she knows and he don't denie
Cuz baby when the switch goes off they're lit again
and everything and everything is ok
And he don't believe that the wonderful is over
looking for more power more excuses all refuses
making his own antidote for her he ends cross eyed
they both found jaded and hated and they don't know why
And She Knows that he knows and she don't care anymore
And She shows that she knows and he don't denie
Cuz baby when the switch goes off they're lit again
and everything and everything is ok
And he don't believe that the wonderful is over
looking for more power more excuses all refuses
making his own antidote for her he ends cross eyed
they both found jaded and hated and they don't know why
-Liam
"Sometimes Nothin' Can Be a Real Cool Hand"
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don't answer liam's post... don't ever answer liam's post!
-Liam
"Sometimes Nothin' Can Be a Real Cool Hand"
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i'm sorry liam..i just bought the copyrights for that song 

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even if they do... it will be considered stealing because of we must have some sort of proof we wrote it!
-Liam
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^Yes, unless this site goes down or the data is somehow lost.
I personally wouldn't do it, but there are thousands of people who would -- people trying to make money. And it's so simple -- just copyright everything and at least some of it will make money for you eventually. The internet would be the smartest place to go to start chomping up copyrights on art and literature. I want to share some of my stuff for feedback but I haven't copyrighted anything so I can't.
I personally wouldn't do it, but there are thousands of people who would -- people trying to make money. And it's so simple -- just copyright everything and at least some of it will make money for you eventually. The internet would be the smartest place to go to start chomping up copyrights on art and literature. I want to share some of my stuff for feedback but I haven't copyrighted anything so I can't.
i have all of mine typed on the computer... and i have alot of them hand written... so it would be stealing
-Liam
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Put it in an envelope addressed to yourself and send it through the mail. It's the easiest way to get the government to acknowledge that it's yours. Just never open the envelope until it's necessary.
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<font color="#CCFFCC">spent and sighing with a look in your eye
spent and sighing with a look on your face like
sweet revelation</font>
<font color="#CCFFCC">spent and sighing with a look in your eye
spent and sighing with a look on your face like
sweet revelation</font>
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I wrote something last night. It kinda sucks, but yeah.
I remember it like it was yesterday, waking up with you by my side
Claiming that we were both in love and wondering, if we could each last forever
And you proclaiming you would die to be with me, I believed, and of course you lied
Because you're still breathing and your heart is pounding, and we're no longer together
I fall in love and I fall apart and you leave me here with a broken heart, and nothing left to say
Dumbfounded and dazed is my heart, it bleeds, no words come out in my desperate pleas, except "would you please stay?"
My head is now shattered after being with you, like a fallen glass on the floor
The papercuts from your poem make my hands bleed, like tears streaming down from my eyes
Making me a mess as I take refuge in my room, I lock myself behind the door
Knowing I lost the last battle I will be in, because I just died like a fly
I fall in love and I fall apart and you leave me here with a broken heart, and nothing left to say
Dumbfounded and dazed is my heart, it bleeds, no words come out in my desperate pleas, except "would you please stay?"
I remember it like it was yesterday, waking up with you by my side
Claiming that we were both in love and wondering, if we could each last forever
And you proclaiming you would die to be with me, I believed, and of course you lied
Because you're still breathing and your heart is pounding, and we're no longer together
I fall in love and I fall apart and you leave me here with a broken heart, and nothing left to say
Dumbfounded and dazed is my heart, it bleeds, no words come out in my desperate pleas, except "would you please stay?"
My head is now shattered after being with you, like a fallen glass on the floor
The papercuts from your poem make my hands bleed, like tears streaming down from my eyes
Making me a mess as I take refuge in my room, I lock myself behind the door
Knowing I lost the last battle I will be in, because I just died like a fly
I fall in love and I fall apart and you leave me here with a broken heart, and nothing left to say
Dumbfounded and dazed is my heart, it bleeds, no words come out in my desperate pleas, except "would you please stay?"
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
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dunno why but i could put BOBBY DYLANS voice to that.... GOOD WORK!
-Liam
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whenyoukissedme wrote:is it love?
i don't know
will i soon?
i hope so
is it her?
i don't know
could it be?
i think so
is she ready?
i don't know
will she be?
i hope so
is it love?
i don't know
will it be?
i think so
I like it. It's simple and for some reason I have that feeling that it's like Alkaline Trio's "Cop" which is a good thing.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.