Tilling : Writing

the Artist

the Artist

A Poem by Tilling


I'm a painter of pictureswith words that tell stories,drawn out in a multitude of ways.I shall draw on life,yes, in ways considered tragic,and would b..
Mama's Boy

Mama's Boy

A Poem by Tilling


Mama ran off with a hobo, said she'd be back in a day. Been close four month now, daddy's cooking just don't taste the same. Daddy I miss my mam..
groWTH

groWTH

A Poem by Tilling


Thirty seven years go ageI had used for the first timecompletely a tube of tooth pasteentirely a can of shaving creamevery last check in a book.In ord..
Riding Dirty

Riding Dirty

A Poem by Tilling


Rolling through presumably west Texas.Automobileslicense plates acting as pin drops.Coordinating off the sun to get my direction.I'm breaking the code..
lost

lost

A Poem by Tilling


I used to have a nasty habitdoing things my way.I used to wander aloneL.A. traversing into the heart ofunswept crannies and alleys.Crying I was; searc..
The Recycler

The Recycler

A Poem by Tilling


Strewn amongst the urban bramblehis home, a thrown on wheels.Squeaking. Bottles and cans clanking,breaking the silence of the night; announcing to all..
Titan

Titan

A Story by Tilling


Oh, how I learn from the titans.Swinging anvils of wordsround then round;the existence of understandingbeat upon until new meaning is forged.Oh, how I..
Waiting on the Tide

Waiting on the Tide

A Poem by Tilling


Yes, it's true.I've seen the footprintsin shapes of sadness,treaded across our souls-from Satan.Disturbances left behindlike the tidal sandswillingnes..
Just sayin

Just sayin

A Poem by Tilling


I was under heavy attack,yes, from the enemy within.Dangerous at times though exciting,prayerful in some of my actions,others-I just didn't give a dam..
Street Art

Street Art

A Poem by Tilling


Senryu

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