Storm
Can you see the storm getting closer now? Tell me how it feels being out there A moment's glimpse of his vignette As he shone a light on the falling wall Instant pictures form shattered persons Whenever he leaves there's a tainted mark Flashbacks of his stark sleep filter out through smoke Revoking from the past things less provoked Any which day, there is no relief Adhesive words, spoken silently The shattered man Can you see the storm getting closer now? Tell me how it feels being out there I want to stay with you, and I see it clear now You are giving me no choice Let the rain pour down He's holding for the moment of the fall Stolen knowledge by minds unformed Regulate the demolition of annexe for the differing thoughts Discarded sparks left years ago Evoked a language much more austere Reverberating with figments He left a trace of translucence Shattered man There's a shattered man in a shattered land
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025
Don't know inside from upside-down We praise the famed unwittingly If we had read that we are but illiterate What would we do? Keep inventory of things that we do not owe Even at a standstill we are spinning round and round We're lost but found Nowhere is right here Talk to us long enough and you will be perplexed Begin and end We talked in a language that we didn't understand Hiding things that were obscure while the people are searching Leaving our lives, staying in the same location Proving me to you, proving you to me Looking at pictures of people we do not know A first preview of something we have seen before A host of one tracing the invisible We danced side by side to a different monotone We practised our stargaze every day in the daylight A plan with no abstract outlined in the concrete A man opposite us is out-of-sight and unknown Never far nor all too near
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025
Echoes that somehow Can surround us Can resound through stillness Like thoughts of shifting this balance Ideas of ideals convolve like intricate phases Your revelations displayed at two thousand expositions The mind is going out now Slowly passing by windows And someone's silver shatter-shape Re-form perfect symmetry And give us dis-concord Find a place to be now To a-view the beauty of deconstruction In a surplus of noise that no one hears Where silence surrounds us Idyllic translation From quiet to noise In every city street made of steel and concrete Passing adjoining buildings that fall apart Forever sincere Remind me of these times All features shattered Slightly off-key Scattered and forgotten The patterns vividly deformed Shine a light on placid visions to revere Found a place where structures come down
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025
Can you see the storm getting closer now? Tell me how it feels being out there A moment's glimpse of his vignette As he shone a light on the falling wall Instant pictures form shattered persons Whenever he leaves there's a tainted mark Flashbacks of his stark sleep filter out through smoke Revoking from the past things less provoked Any which day, there is no relief Adhesive words, spoken silently The shattered man Can you see the storm getting closer now? Tell me how it feels being out there I want to stay with you, and I see it clear now You are giving me no choice Let the rain pour down He's holding for the moment of the fall Stolen knowledge by minds unformed Regulate the demolition of annexe for the differing thoughts Discarded sparks left years ago Evoked a language much more austere Reverberating with figments He left a trace of translucence Shattered man There's a shattered man in a shattered land
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025