Storm
This interference's shifting A soft accent cascading A second glimpse of falling TVs Draws me in too easily Some kind of nonchalance Contains my will to chance The avidity of youth The naïvety of you Somewhere where silence ended is where I reassemble My lens to take your photograph Which I throw away autographed And there's an illegal tender And there's a senseless sensor And there's a notion we don't need And they leave just like you Never come undone You deceive just like me Next to me Though I'll never even see you Next to you Never seen such beauty Two persons in a vista The third one says she's hollow A moist and lashing spoken tongue The words silent since I was young In the flickerlight we're interlaced and face to face Someone is blurring now, abiding time as I avow And there's a soft surrender And there's a stark contender And there are notions we do need I will never come undone
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025
Everyone else speaks in a drone Round and round into the unknown Afternoon sun filters out through smoke The hum of factories quietly revoked Touch of elation Panicked inside Praying for silence, our lives all in vain Fallen out of love Haunted - will always run Wonderful shatterproof metal walls In timeless rapture withstand it all Lifeless engines in the summer towns On empty vistas where the quiet abounds Seasons change us This moment envisions eternity I see slowly the shadows belong to me Feel my emotions, believe me It's just like a summer breeze Sorrow changes us This moment envisions eternity Losing all senses What did we become? Someone grew stronger, while some other passed This is what remains Ashes and dreams of better days
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025
Two views of the locations merging into three or more An endless flow of words and miles and miles of stars Re-focus on distant stars Brings less voices to entertain us We will always be here Keep cheap platitudes again Disagree with my own self No such thing as 'Who am I?' Growing weary Subdue these sounds forever Someone visited my mind in wonder Somewhere behind walls and halls another sight surrounds me Voices say: "If you could set me free?" Ignorant of the sublime Someone said that the world is really strange As revolving doors kept spinning Up and down In the world that I knew I'll always be there Read to me a story now Can you sing your lullaby? Growing weary I'll be yours now How can I be sure if I am me and you are you It's hard to say: "Go away"
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025
Silky tidal waves In the midst of summer Trap door of our house Sliding up and down Days of childhood gleam Do you still remember? Nowhere have I seen Shadows disappear Ever since then And I fade like the dew before the sun Silence of our ceased memories In our dreams, everything is just the same Withering motions Starkly impending days A retrospect of golden sounds The scent of falling rain Recurring memories abound The time that is to come seems like yesterday Someone was there to see End of the road We all wait for this day Everything has changed I never wanted to stay But now, everything was in vain Withering motions
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025
Ever wonder about which words were said? Watch slow moving pictures pass instead I disassembled what was mundane Looking for what's left and does remain I challenge the truth, I'm fighting illusions Come, let's be receptive To all the senseless delusions Moments that bore the years of youth Now a hintless trace of me and you Synchronise our words that are sincere Articulated in ways hard to hear Let us recognise the end Seal it from within I know love did confound us then And there's no one there, all alone again Never will I leave before all's been said and done And I turn to you: "Can you see the fading sun?"
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025
Synchronise the flow of intersections Catalogue all still heartbeats Franchise the machinations of The bourgeois-fangled reverie Gleaming in flamboyancy Resign to solid chrome Ohmic opposition is futile And impedes upon ideas worthwhile Delicate, infallible construction We know now what destructiveness comes from We are living - there's no deed in indulgence A faded glory, relying on 'Me and Mine' The exile from human ecstasy To a place where we're engineered Seminars on entangled escalators Meetings with silent translators A flashback of dystopia Warning in sleep with a recurring trace All the fragments and segments Of fluid sequences The pretence of a universal race Not made of metal is moot Delicate, infallible construction We know now what destructiveness comes from
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025
It's blurring out of sight The faces flickering in the tinsel light on the esplanades Fluid and vanishing Dissolving, hiding things In your room, after the scene, when the faces shift Into someone else The arcade is echoing In a shattered self, the figure's shimmering Alter all the static thoughts Into something less than what was sought The splendour of within Inner helplessness no more Empty habits cure the needs Solely to concede Never disagree Seek obscurity in lucidity My identity is dying, Someone said: "Can you believe this line?" And for all I know there's a cure Faltering, reversing forward Sentiment's never odd or even The minds are solid as liquid It's reverberant and faint Vaguely luminous Everything has changed And nothing is the same
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025
While he was asleep holding her hand The dreams smouldered She opened her heart, he tore it apart Gazed into his smile He said he had constraint He was ostracised and feint She had gone over and under A tattoo of a loser These are the rings that fell apart These are the things that tore his heart These were the dreams that he was causing These were the gleams that she was pausing We're nothing but debris Floating on a silver lake There's nothing left to take As we slowly fall apart We unite you through me As we separate with fate We're nothing but debris Her words confound, dim and unsound Daring the logic Defying off-hand, nothing unplanned Phase into the vile Let me speak again, pursue the praise - not too soon In two yields construed by me and you Tracing the cause and case As we stand here face to face Simple twofoldness is our brace That makes it feel like you and me Opportunity isn't what we lost We have lost our senses Walk with me now to another place Where no one else has been before
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025