The Astral Pulse

The Astral Library => Welcome to Writers Corner! => Topic started by: SpectralDragon on March 16, 2004, 09:12:58

Title: Secret Stroms
Post by: SpectralDragon on March 16, 2004, 09:12:58
That would make a good chapter intro[:D] loved it. you can interpret that in many interesting ways. I would put that in a book if I were you, which I am not ;)
Title: Secret Stroms
Post by: Roxy on March 16, 2004, 17:45:30
Thank you very much [:)] and I'm way ahead of you with the whole book idea [;)]
Title: Secret Stroms
Post by: Ybom on March 18, 2004, 06:59:49
I'm not sure why people differentiate between poetry and novels sometimes. Can't there be poetry novels? I think something like this could be one, if it were possible.
Title: Secret Stroms
Post by: Roxy on March 15, 2004, 14:49:09
"No longer content to merely wait and wonder, no longer patiently looming in the distance, shadowy figures bearing forbidden pleasures passing furtively through the walls of your mind, where their dark intentions issue fourth...  Far horizons of desires suddenly rushing throughout your consciousness, their secret storms of hidden urges catching fire, passions burn out of control out of the night a soft glow thunderously roars, deafening you to all until you remain transfixed, having been illuminated by a light of realization..

flowing unto me..

Written by: Roxanne Renée 2003
Title: Secret Stroms
Post by: Anonymous on March 15, 2005, 19:23:22
Quote"No longer content to merely wait and wonder, no longer patiently looming in the distance, shadowy figures bearing forbidden pleasures passing furtively through the walls of your mind, where their dark intentions issue fourth... Far horizons of desires suddenly rushing throughout your consciousness, their secret storms of hidden urges catching fire, passions burn out of control out of the night a soft glow thunderously roars, deafening you to all until you remain transfixed, having been illuminated by a light of realization..

flowing unto me..

Mind if I continue?

Nothing but truth and roars of lightning. figures dance upon graves laughing a horrid and wretched laugh. seeminglly indifferent thoughts are brought forth, Showing the intentions of lesser souls and meaningless traditions. forms of light skim the distance wallowing in darkness. fearing to come forth and show themselves. When all is done and none is well what path will you choose?