Analysis of Pocket storm
I harbor a darkness
Of indefinite malice and terror
Beneath this calm confident facade,
Lies a raging storm
And in fear I find that the heart of the storm
The cold machine and the fiery beast
Seeking escape to harm
They are imprisoned prisoner
A duality of one aspect
Restrained by the creator
In me it seems
I share a kindred soul with god and a hole with the midnight
Not brought forth from carnal desires
But from distilled frustration
Refined in the factory of solitude
Producing pure, undiluted rage
The machine thus rose
Silent icy fury
Barely contained
The beast though joined the machine
It did come from sin it seems
Though did the other one not as well
Not shown, but still there?
The beast however is another matter
For it is far tricker contrasting to the machine
It is corrupt , and seeks corruption
Wearing a mask of harmlessness
Though I know it is anything but
it smolders and burns
Removing restriction and inhibition alike
For with the heat of the burn comes
the feeling of the heat of passion
Passion appeals to the creator
So he allows
But the passion is not true
More so just lust
The imagination serves the intoxicating brew
The creator accepts, and that is the mistake
Thus the two grow
Abiding their times
To make known
To turn fully dark
Were it not for another
A simple other
The creator grew weary
Laboring to guard the pit
The beast snored
But the machine soared
The machine tried to kill the creator
Filled with blinding anger for its creation
The poet arrives
Strange in his way
Watching, gazing, he rests a moment
For this moment’s journey was long in partaking
The creator, dying slowly
Reaches
The poet says
Let there be truth
The machine is drained by the poet
Who has studied its workings
The beast grows weak
For its passion is consumed
For its literary material
The creator sees, does not believe
The poet smiled
And saved the dreams
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 110010 1010010010 011110001 10101 00111101101 0101001001 100111 11010100 00100111 0110010 0111 11010111001101 111110010 1101010 0100100110 01010101 00111 101010 1001 0111001 1111111 110101111 11111 0110101010 111110101001 110101010 100111 11111101 1101 010010001001 11011011 010101110 100110010 1101 1010111 1111 000101001001 001001011001 1011 01011 111 11101 0111010 01010 0010110 1001101 011 10011 0011110010 11101011010 01001 1011 101011010 1110101101 00101010 10 0101 1111 001111010 1110110 0111 1110101 111000100 001011101 0101 0101 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,848 |
Words | 337 |
Sentences | 2 |
Stanzas | 12 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 5, 5, 7, 4, 9, 6, 4, 8, 8, 6, 2 |
Lines Amount | 66 |
Letters per line (avg) | 23 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 127 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 28 |
About this poem
When you hit bottom, both mining and flying are possible
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Written on October 25, 2021
Submitted by otiscampbell2018 on October 25, 2021
Modified on March 05, 2023
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