Tilling
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the ArtistA Poem by TillingI'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.. |
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Mama's BoyA Poem by TillingMama 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.. |
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groWTHA Poem by TillingThirty 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.. |
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Riding DirtyA Poem by TillingRolling through presumably west Texas.Automobileslicense plates acting as pin drops.Coordinating off the sun to get my direction.I'm breaking the code.. |
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lostA Poem by TillingI 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.. |
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The RecyclerA Poem by TillingStrewn amongst the urban bramblehis home, a thrown on wheels.Squeaking. Bottles and cans clanking,breaking the silence of the night; announcing to all.. |
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TitanA Story by TillingOh, 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.. |
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Waiting on the TideA Poem by TillingYes, it's true.I've seen the footprintsin shapes of sadness,treaded across our souls-from Satan.Disturbances left behindlike the tidal sandswillingnes.. |
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Just sayinA Poem by TillingI 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.. |
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Street ArtA Poem by TillingSenryu |
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