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Here’s the thing, I’ve been lost before, I’ve been adrift on...

Wande With Wonder: bit.ly/tkgwander


Wande With Wonder: bit.ly/tkgwander


Wande With Wonder: bit.ly/tkgwander


Wande With Wonder: bit.ly/tkgwander

Here’s the thing, I’ve been lost before, I’ve been adrift on some
sea, lonely, low, and wondering what to do, where to go, how to find the
pieces of myself I thought I lost. I have felt creativity take a
backseat, felt my passions float away, felt aimless. I know so many of
us are lost, feeling all this too, and it hurts me, truly, because I
know that place. I know that lightlessness. This, my friends, this is
why we created our new course, Wander With Wonder. It’s 14 days, but
it will stay with you forever, and if you don’t believe it, ask any of
the 250 people that took the first course. It changes you. It brings you
back to yourself.

We want
you.  All of you. Any of you. A family is created in this course and a
community rises up that supports, interacts, heals, engages, and loves. I
know money can be tight, trust me, but this is a latte a day for 14
days to do something amazing, with amazing people all over the world.
Please. Join us.

If everyone would just do me a favor, even you
who aren’t taking the course, share this. Tag someone in this. Put it in
a Story. Help me find the people that need to feel found. Click the
link in my bio or on the photos. I love you all.

Typewriter Series #2586 by Tyler Knott GregsonText for Tired...

Typewriter Series #2586 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Text for Tired Eyes:

Will it normalize,
will I get used to it,
will I forget to be blown away
buy the endurance
built in and inherent,
the knack for survival,
the clawing at light in a sea
of darkness, that this heart
holds?  
Astounded, for now,
by what these shoulders
can shrug off.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-

“Spontaneously,I lean in, I touch your face,and then I kiss...

“Spontaneously,

I lean in, I touch your face,

and then I kiss you.”

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— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson

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"Spontaneously,I lean in, I touch your face,and then I kiss you."

“Spontaneously,

I lean in, I touch your face,

and then I kiss you.”

- Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson

Today, this lady, my mama, was born. The pillar that holds the...

Today, this lady, my mama, was born. The pillar that holds the family up, the hardest working, hardest loving, most badass mother. The one who built houses for years as one of, if not The only woman in our town to do so, bucking the system and showing everyone what a feminist looks like. The one who became a best friend, beyond just a mom. Happy Birthday Marmie, @tooltime33 . Happy Birthday and I love you indeed. Everyone do me a favor and wish her a happy birthday and let her know where in the world you’re saying it from. Please.

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#tylerknott #tylerknottgregson #mom #birthday (at Helena, Montana)

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Typewriter Series #2585 by Tyler Knott GregsonText for Tired...

Typewriter Series #2585 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Text for Tired Eyes:

They’ll see, I say,
that sometimes it’s beyond
intimacy.  Some hearts are
linked, souls sewn together.
This is not about flesh on flesh,
not about devotions of love
or words to describe it, this is
above romantic affiliation
or the endless quest for
affirmation,
this is the quiet place
that stays insulated deeper.
They’ll see, I say,
when they find it,
too.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-

It is leaving you,no matter how many hours,that will undo me....

It is leaving you,

no matter how many hours,

that will undo me.

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Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson

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#haiku #quotes #love #poem #poetry #tylerknottgregson #writing #typewriterseries #tylerknott (at Helena, Montana)

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"It is leaving you,no matter how many hours,that will undo me."

“It is leaving you,

no matter how many hours,

that will undo me.”

- Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson

Been thinking a lot about authenticity lately, about getting...

Been thinking a lot about authenticity lately, about getting lost in the shuffle of this place for not doing what I know I could do to be a hell of a lot more successful. If I was a smarter businessman, I’d make all of my poetry bite-sized, quotable quotes, filled with clichè and trending words with hashtags to back them. I’d make them all about either sex, or being lonely, I’d pay influencers with millions of followers to rant and rave about my work, I’d write about what I knew the algorithm wanted me to write about, poised and ready for each post to go viral. But why? What am I here for, what is the point of all this, if I’m not writing to clear the clutter in this brain of mine? What’s the point of mass producing garbage that means nothing to me, that isn’t a truth I know, that I stand behind and would fight for? We’re here a short time, and each of us has a different story to tell, a different version of the truth inside, and if I don’t tell you it, as it is, as it’s always been, I’m failing you, but more, I’m failing myself. I’ve been doing this a long, long time, before poetry on Instagram exploded into what it is now, but I have way less people seeing the words I say than the most popular writers in this place, and I hope you understand how very Ok with this I am. I know that what I put out, what I share with you, is ripped directly out of this brain, this heart, this soul of mine, and out of 2600 poems over 2600 days in a row, every single word is truthful, every single word exploded onto the page in a moment of joy, of rage, of sorrow, or of passion. This ain’t changing, not for anyone, and however that affects my viability, my success, my life, is alright with me. Thanks for being along for this ride with me, all of you who care about these random ramblings. Thanks for listening to the truth as I know it.

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#tylerknott #tylerknottgregson #authenticity #real #realpoetry #words #typewriterseries (at Cannon Beach, Oregon)

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Typewriter Series #2584 by Tyler Knott GregsonText for Tired...

Typewriter Series #2584 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Text for Tired Eyes:

See how I turn to you,
roll in and let my eyes close?
See the trust in this,
I do not know the way back out,
but still I come in.
See how I look up to you,
the way my eyes seek you out,
the cues I take on how
to navigate a moment,
survive a conversation?  
Darting eyes, these, but
somehow they lock on you,
steady when I’m spinning.
If a dancer I was,
you, would be the point
I’d stare to, the only anchor
from dissolving into
dizziness.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-