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here's a song i wrote and for some reason i feel very proud of this one
please make any complements criticsms and suggestions, thank you
Faith
She drinks from the cup
She holds in her hands
She's forced three meals a day
She wonders what freedom is
She stays back as she's kept
She Wonders why She is like this
She wonders what kind of democracy
would hold her hostage from her own life
No freedom.
No religion.
No Friends.
No understanding.
She runs away to a powerful place
She runs away to a church
She keeps away all the little things
She wonders why all the bigger things form
She holds her jewels as she makes her pass
She leaves her own sacred ways
She knows what mom and dad will think
that she'll never start with this
No freedom.
No religion.
No Friends.
No understanding.
a new opening at the religion
she wonders if there is a God
as she put up a new holy cross-yeah
She knows not what is understood
She writes every day and all day
to start her own book of God
She never kept in her faith-no
She just believed what she was told-to
She lets in couple hundred
She wonders why they believe the same
She rewrites her own mental mentality
She Holds up a very thick book
She dreds what will come next
She carves her own commandments
She leads her own life of passion
And realizes she's gone too far
No freedom.
No religion.
No Friends.
No understanding.
a new opening at the religion
she wonders if there is a God
as she put up a new holy cross-yeah
She knows not what is understood
She writes every day and all day
to start her own book of God
She never kept in her faith-no
She just believed what she was told-to
She then started thinking to herself
she found that she believed
She says its too late now
so now she can never turn back
a new opening at the religion
she wonders if there is a God
as she put up a new holy cross-yeah
She knows not what is understood
She writes every day and all day
to start her own book of God
She never kept in her faith-no
She just believed what she was told-to
Her freedom
Her Religion
Her Friends
Her Understanding
please make any complements criticsms and suggestions, thank you
Faith
She drinks from the cup
She holds in her hands
She's forced three meals a day
She wonders what freedom is
She stays back as she's kept
She Wonders why She is like this
She wonders what kind of democracy
would hold her hostage from her own life
No freedom.
No religion.
No Friends.
No understanding.
She runs away to a powerful place
She runs away to a church
She keeps away all the little things
She wonders why all the bigger things form
She holds her jewels as she makes her pass
She leaves her own sacred ways
She knows what mom and dad will think
that she'll never start with this
No freedom.
No religion.
No Friends.
No understanding.
a new opening at the religion
she wonders if there is a God
as she put up a new holy cross-yeah
She knows not what is understood
She writes every day and all day
to start her own book of God
She never kept in her faith-no
She just believed what she was told-to
She lets in couple hundred
She wonders why they believe the same
She rewrites her own mental mentality
She Holds up a very thick book
She dreds what will come next
She carves her own commandments
She leads her own life of passion
And realizes she's gone too far
No freedom.
No religion.
No Friends.
No understanding.
a new opening at the religion
she wonders if there is a God
as she put up a new holy cross-yeah
She knows not what is understood
She writes every day and all day
to start her own book of God
She never kept in her faith-no
She just believed what she was told-to
She then started thinking to herself
she found that she believed
She says its too late now
so now she can never turn back
a new opening at the religion
she wonders if there is a God
as she put up a new holy cross-yeah
She knows not what is understood
She writes every day and all day
to start her own book of God
She never kept in her faith-no
She just believed what she was told-to
Her freedom
Her Religion
Her Friends
Her Understanding
-Liam
"Sometimes Nothin' Can Be a Real Cool Hand"
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I'm sometimes a fan of simplicity in poetry. Very surreal, ambiguous lyrics are damn cool, but I think I write like an essayist, primarily. I want to get my point across at least somewhat clearly. So anyway, here's something that's short but I dig it, a bit.
"He can have your perfect smile and
He can have your pretty golden hair
Oh, he can taste your sweetest kiss
He can have you, and I won't care
I'll miss your gentle, melodic laugh
I'll even miss your restrained affection
But despite your beauty beneath the moon
I'll never mourn your gentle rejection
You'll soon forget about the dreamer
You'll push the words of adoration aside
Oh, you must never think too deeply
Better to deny emotion, better to hide."
"He can have your perfect smile and
He can have your pretty golden hair
Oh, he can taste your sweetest kiss
He can have you, and I won't care
I'll miss your gentle, melodic laugh
I'll even miss your restrained affection
But despite your beauty beneath the moon
I'll never mourn your gentle rejection
You'll soon forget about the dreamer
You'll push the words of adoration aside
Oh, you must never think too deeply
Better to deny emotion, better to hide."
::livejournal::
<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>
WHEEEEE! More posts to put more cool stuff in.
I'm so getting that tattoo. And maybe one like that "Unleash Infinity" one in su7an's sig. Yeah, I like birds... especially supernatural-looking ones.
And, of course, there's always something for me to contribute. This poem/song's first four words just popped into my head... sounded like a good hook. And I think "procastination" was in my head because of that Rolling Stone article on Rivers Cuomo a couple issues back. I hate the chorus to this, but... I couldn't think of anything better! It was going to be another verse, but the whole damned thing went to hell.
Nightmare Girl
So what can you do?
I'm already depressed,
all you can do is teach me to hate.
I thought I could have you here,
but you're emotionally ten minutes late.
There's a nothingness in your eyes,
and I can see past the makeup now
The foundation of procastination
behind your lies
I don't like this you...
I tried, I worked
and now you're nothing but the worst
part of every dream girl I've ever dreamed.
C'mon, I thought you'd be all right.
I thought the before and after,
nothing would change, we'd stay up all night
like we used to so long ago
and all you can do is scream at the sun
howl at the moon, hate the stars
for all that nobody put you through
I don't get you...
I tried, I worked
and now you're nothing but the worst
part of every dream girl I've ever dreamed.
You're yelling at me, putting me down
Where'd this come from?
Why am I sticking around?
Do I love you, is this a passing deal?
I'm not sure I'll be here tomorrow
or even give us time to heal.
Won't you let me help you...?
I tried, I worked
and now you're nothing but the worst
part of every dream girl I've ever dreamed.[/u]
I'm so getting that tattoo. And maybe one like that "Unleash Infinity" one in su7an's sig. Yeah, I like birds... especially supernatural-looking ones.

And, of course, there's always something for me to contribute. This poem/song's first four words just popped into my head... sounded like a good hook. And I think "procastination" was in my head because of that Rolling Stone article on Rivers Cuomo a couple issues back. I hate the chorus to this, but... I couldn't think of anything better! It was going to be another verse, but the whole damned thing went to hell.
Nightmare Girl
So what can you do?
I'm already depressed,
all you can do is teach me to hate.
I thought I could have you here,
but you're emotionally ten minutes late.
There's a nothingness in your eyes,
and I can see past the makeup now
The foundation of procastination
behind your lies
I don't like this you...
I tried, I worked
and now you're nothing but the worst
part of every dream girl I've ever dreamed.
C'mon, I thought you'd be all right.
I thought the before and after,
nothing would change, we'd stay up all night
like we used to so long ago
and all you can do is scream at the sun
howl at the moon, hate the stars
for all that nobody put you through
I don't get you...
I tried, I worked
and now you're nothing but the worst
part of every dream girl I've ever dreamed.
You're yelling at me, putting me down
Where'd this come from?
Why am I sticking around?
Do I love you, is this a passing deal?
I'm not sure I'll be here tomorrow
or even give us time to heal.
Won't you let me help you...?
I tried, I worked
and now you're nothing but the worst
part of every dream girl I've ever dreamed.[/u]
you guys are starting to make me wanna write LOL
i'm getting the itch again
i'm getting the itch again

I can't wait until the day schools are over-funded and the military is forced to hold bake sales to buy planes.
"It's a great thing when you realize you still have the ability to surprise yourself. Makes you wonder what else you can do that you've forgotten about"
"It's a great thing when you realize you still have the ability to surprise yourself. Makes you wonder what else you can do that you've forgotten about"
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Upload it. 

::livejournal::
<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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