Droomy's Compendium - 11/26/2010
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The topic post of this thread contains information on what literature you will find in this compendium, including whether they are Copyrighted or Public Domain. The second post in this thread contains the actual works.
Currently there are only two works in this compendium, that will change as I write poetry, articles, short stories and who knows, maybe even one day a play or novel of mine.
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[size=14]Poetry[/h][size=10]---(Sorted by Entry Date)[/h]
Losing Faith - ©
Fly With Me! - PD
The topic post of this thread contains information on what literature you will find in this compendium, including whether they are Copyrighted or Public Domain. The second post in this thread contains the actual works.
Currently there are only two works in this compendium, that will change as I write poetry, articles, short stories and who knows, maybe even one day a play or novel of mine.
Any works labeled Public Domain (PD for short) are completely free to use by anyone and are exempt from Copyright law. Any works labeled with a Copyright symbol are, as you can guess, Copyrighted, do not use these without contacting me for permission first.
[size=14]Poetry[/h][size=10]---(Sorted by Entry Date)[/h]
Losing Faith - ©
Fly With Me! - PD
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Losing Faith
I am lost within the deep recesses of my own mind.
There are so many things I have yet to find,
about my personality, my future... my own kind.
I feel as if I have been left behind.
Not by man, woman or time,
but by my inability to accept that nature's imagination, is so much greater than mine.
I was told I am a perfect being who has become flawed.
But how? The actions taken were not even my own!
Who, others ask, is the one who committed this great fraud?
I know who, and the crime was not committed alone.
Adam, Eve and the Garden of Eden.
Because of them, many have been labeled heathen.
Is it fair to judge yet not accept judgment?
Was it fair of another to force my becoming abstinent?
Was it fair of my peers and kin to force their beliefs upon me?
Is it fair to not let me on my own, see?
These thoughts, they haunt me like a wraith!
But through them also, I now realize that I am losing faith.
Fly With Me!
Your eyes are filled with hope and fear.
Hope for what can be gained, fear for what can be lost.
Butterflies in your stomach, an empty hole in your heart.
The question you should be asking yourself is not how does it end, but where did it start.
So, will you take the chance and fly with me, breathe with me, live with me, die with me?
Or will this be a friendship forever left wanting?
Hurry and decide before it's too late,
Before the pendulum that is my heart swings to another's tune.
So come! Die with me, live with me, breathe with me...
Fly with me!
Comments: Not too happy with the way this turned out myself but it doesn't follow any real structure so I can't say I'm surprised.
I am lost within the deep recesses of my own mind.
There are so many things I have yet to find,
about my personality, my future... my own kind.
I feel as if I have been left behind.
Not by man, woman or time,
but by my inability to accept that nature's imagination, is so much greater than mine.
I was told I am a perfect being who has become flawed.
But how? The actions taken were not even my own!
Who, others ask, is the one who committed this great fraud?
I know who, and the crime was not committed alone.
Adam, Eve and the Garden of Eden.
Because of them, many have been labeled heathen.
Is it fair to judge yet not accept judgment?
Was it fair of another to force my becoming abstinent?
Was it fair of my peers and kin to force their beliefs upon me?
Is it fair to not let me on my own, see?
These thoughts, they haunt me like a wraith!
But through them also, I now realize that I am losing faith.
Fly With Me!
Your eyes are filled with hope and fear.
Hope for what can be gained, fear for what can be lost.
Butterflies in your stomach, an empty hole in your heart.
The question you should be asking yourself is not how does it end, but where did it start.
So, will you take the chance and fly with me, breathe with me, live with me, die with me?
Or will this be a friendship forever left wanting?
Hurry and decide before it's too late,
Before the pendulum that is my heart swings to another's tune.
So come! Die with me, live with me, breathe with me...
Fly with me!
Comments: Not too happy with the way this turned out myself but it doesn't follow any real structure so I can't say I'm surprised.