T.L.D.Remnant's Poems

Here's the list of poems submitted by T.L.D.Remnant — There are currently 8 poems total — keep up the great work!

the core I snapped I locked the doors grabbed the last of the orange juice and ate a year’s supply of mushrooms I ripped the ziploc bag at it’s seams and licked it clean I scrubbed the whole house laughed madly for some time at the practicality... – *by T. L. D. Remnant*	7 Views added 5 months ago	Rating
the fixation "this makes sense" "this does not make sense" So much energy spent on the manufacture of sense In my dreams it is obsolete the factories sit empty dead with dust home to silence rust and the lack of an answer ... – *by T. L. D. Remnant*	5 Views added 5 months ago	Rating
uncertainty will be moments you will realize no one has the answer and no one ever could Except you and that is utterly terrifying Learn to live in that feeling Chase it Embrace it It's where the seeds of all solutions are planted and if you... – *by T. L. D. Remnant*	5 Views added 5 months ago	Rating
hollow I was a stream I went where I pleased You were a mountain As I came closer your depth became more and more apparent until you were everything around me it seemed we were meant to be I was a bottle and you were the wind when you left I... – *by T. L. D. Remnant*	7 Views added 5 months ago	Rating
special I heard a story where a guy flew over Manhattan once just once and drew a mile long drawing from memory I’ve got a talent I can look you right in the eyes when you speak to me and not hear a damn word you said They say I’m special and I... – *by T. L. D. Remnant*	5 Views added 5 months ago	Rating
escape Escape is the name of the game Escape from your shadow Escape the workweek Escape the matrix and leave the prescription dream ablaze in your wake Find peace, new sovereignty, new faith No one seeks to simply be a boat and float so we... – *by T. L. D. Remnant*	6 Views added 5 months ago	Rating
all work The hard dirt is my home This plastic bag is my fortress And I, the King of Craft Watch as I turn misery to apathy and tears into text The best of friends have lent me silence and I matched their bets As I lay in my dirt bed ... – *by T. L. D. Remnant*	6 Views added 5 months ago	Rating
severity Sore Bored and understimulated still no chores Hiding our idleness we wait for fire Hideously expensive and undeniabily early we wait for... – *by T. L. D. Remnant*	4 Views added 5 months ago	Rating