TLD's Poetry

solid words

inside my little fragile mind
there is a world of silent heart
a garden full of love and peace
the place where dreams can always start.

the breeze in here is calm and light
the sun is purest beauty and it seeds
a place to heal the deepest hurt
inside my heart for when it bleeds.

so here i form my solid words
for every tree was ever grown
had started from a simple seed
a kind and lovely deed was sown.

i form my solid words
out of this place within my heart
so come into this world with me
and watch me sow this subtle art.

these solid words i form
with but a subtle wish to heal
from all this hurt and pain
i always drown in, never feel.

so every solid word becomes
a bullet and a shield,
and every dying mind was lost
to bleeding hearts that never healed.

we eat our bullet words
so every dream we sow is broken
and inside our fragile minds,
the pain and hurt was never spoken.

from my silent heart, i say
the breeze in here is calm and light,
so here i form my solid words:
i'll be your shelter from the fight.

so come into this world with me
within our world of silent hearts.
between our little, fragile minds
together, we will sow this art.

take me soaring

time, grab my spirit, take me
to the farthest corners of my mind
grab my spirit, take me soaring,
time, and give me sight to see

for the hardest lesson may
not be the one to kill
my dreams or pierce my heart
it may just be that time

will always fade but never
dies, so time, reveal to me
your solid, abstract wisdom
make me see

the glory of a single moment
solid, but invisible, and watch
as i observe it vanishing
between my fingers, now

as i retract into my dreamworld
hurting, scared and anxiously
enveloped by a grasp of lovely
sadness, bright and dead.

so grab my spirit, time,
and teach my bleeding heart
to heal itself with your
immortal grasp

and as this abstract solid
flows like tears between my eyes
just like the years that flew me by,
time, grab my spirit, take me soaring.

silent and untitled

ever silent, i remain
relaxed in my appearance,
slowly breathing in and out
internal chaos overwhelms
me as i cannot see

my visions overwhelmed
by memories
forgotten and untitled
pieces of my mind and what
i knew before

i witness something then i
turn away from it as if
the memories dot my mind like stars
i cannot face

and so i turn
away towards the blinding
sun

the day is but a shell
containing night
just like the stars are but
a shell containing peace
and quiet anguish

a struggle with
the darkness, a blanket
for my mind, a new
chaotic nothingness

and so i turn towards the blinding
light i cannot sense, then overwhelmed
i try to sleep just like a storm that
tries to soothe the troubled waters
of my wounds so very deep

but still i drift away
from my reality
a sky of stars i could
not bare to face

the fragments of my
dreams and what i thought
i knew before

and so i turn to face
the blinding sun

Wonderful!!!! TLD
Thanks for your poem!!

Flow

a tiny leaf has fallen
to the ground
and in my mind has made
a very little sound

and right then i start singing a song

a tiny wind has started
turns into a chilling gale
and yet i see no manifest
my face becoming pale.

Father Time seems to freeze in his tracks

a branch that has been sown
that grew from just a tiny seed
that in my mind has been obscured
a sharp anxiety i bleed

every second turns into an hour

and i stop
shutdown
my mind
meltsdown
and the words they come together
try to bring me back

the fallen leaf
was crushed, its dreams
were broken in the soil
and still i have to learn

as my song has now stopped
my perceptions have frozen
broken
into tiny little pieces, falling
like the shattered
dreams onto the broken
ground

allow the cuts to heal.

[Squatchit]

I do enjoy your work TLD.

Thanks, Squatch.

they stole the sun

i live inside this little world where

i'm a child of
those who killed the moon
my frozen memories were
lost in burning
sadness

in this burning
blizzard live in
coldness breathe in
madness

i am living in the future past
and as i interact with those
who stole the sun and killed
the moon

who blot my source
of light away as if
to leave my lone, profusely
bleeding, heart
unconscious

left to die in vain the sun
expels its final breath and
in the cold gives in to violent
death

a mind that's
numbed by injury
a vivid thought
secluded sanity
a bleeding frozen
memory

the sun is kept
in purgatory by the
freezing
desperation

those who say the
sun is always there
for us have never
had to light a
candle in the cold

and those who do

we shriek and pull away in
pain and suffering and
as the truth reveals

we burn our fingers
shocked by the insanity
in living

madness breathing
sadness

only for the storm
to steal away our
painful breath
and in the cold
succumb to final
burning death.

[DaiBach]

Fish
Horse
Fish
Horse
Goat
Yes,
goat

existence as a riddle to my rhyme

solitude, dreamy solitude
surrounds and comforts my mind
a reflection of my memories
lost intangible vanity

freedom from insanity
suffering from freedom
absence of thought
wordless from form
given to limitless,
comforting, disbelief

in self i battle
light versus darkness
thought versus absence
sound versus silence
creation through destruction
i fly as i cut through
dreams of tolerance

i am known as the ego
through lust, i consume
through fire
i boil vengeance
through fear i ignite
my fuel for perpetuating
pride is known for killing
dreams

solitude releases agony
agony confining solitude
i perceive a sharp desire
to express and understand
myself

i'm a ticking clock
my existence ever constant
you may suppress my presence,
but i'm always there
for you

i am known as the heart
the centre of all feelings
i am always there
but often
silent

the quiet voice
in an otherwise
busy
mind

rhythm is my blood
my beat, my song,
expression through existence
i beat, i pump, i live, i pump

repetition is my mantra
what you say is always true
i live through serving,
serve through living

i know all your deepest
thoughts and expectations
things in line that you would
never want to know or hear

i live beneath your conscious mind
and i am hidden in broad light
repetition is my mantra
i am known as the sub-conscious mind

i'm your thoughts as they
give themselves to form
i am void and i live
between abstract
and tangible

repetition is my mantra
i am the deepest fear
and the deepest love
i am the darkest night
and the brightest star
the farthest near
and nearest far

the lonely tree
that bears delicious fruit
that grew from just a seed
i am simple yet complex

lost in simple nothingness
i fly in dreams of vanity
blue skies
of emptiness

i am failure
mirrored by success
i am the divider
placed between one world
cutting one world into two worlds

i translate fear into form
and pain into comfort
my words define what cannot
be defined
segregated loveliness, order
and torn into pieces from the
whole
i separate my self from my
self

i am the mind
formed from expression
perceived into solidity
i am optimism
jaded pessimism
i am beauty
i am ugliness
slim but fat
or lost or broken

i am sad, i am mad,
i am never silent always trying
to define myself but silence
my arch-enemy
comes over me
and i remember to realize

existence is a riddle to my rhyme

i am

[Xiomara]

Your poems are rare diamonds;amazing poetry!