Story Poems by New Members

Light, from a billion years too late
Creating states of existence
In an essence of brilliance
On a journey that deliberates deliverance.

Belonging to all
These black nights filled with pockets of galactical,
manifested mystical’s –
of fire and pure delight.

Welcoming all, to join them in a dancing rage
Screaming to all who look upon their fate
Come and join us and live among this artificial state
The black holes creating galaxies of continuous rate.

Follow me on this journey of magnificence...

Stars...

The most haunted street in America is Clinton Road where ghost children play and not even wild animals will go. Down to the end, and around the bend you will find... Greenwood Lake!

And, if you listen carefully, you can hear the song of a woman lost and forgotten.
She lurks just below the surface of Greenwood lake deep in the mire where nothing lives and no sunlight can reach.

Always in limbo, always in wait...
Her transparent form floating seamlessly among the muck and mud with hair as wild as seaweed and as long as a brides veil. Her eyes - green as a fish...

Cobwebs stretching from hanging metals dangling in the dinge of damp.
Dark is this room tainted of mildew and rot seen by the new owners eye.
Cold air welcomes itself crawling about skin in unbidden ramps,
plagued in generations of this shepherds town rumored as,
"the place where the sheep go to die"....

This, a haunted house once a chapel of despair, aged more than
a hundred in years, said to be rebuked and remembered in dark telling's from old.
Foreign smiles and local fears, whispers heard in warnings ears.
The time will arise from it's...