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May 17, 2016
Typewriter Series #1512 by Tyler Knott GregsonChasers of the...
Typewriter Series #1512 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Chasers of the Light & All The Words Are Yours are Out Now!
"Can you hear its call,
the road and its adventure?
Shall we answer it?"
the road and its adventure?
Shall we answer it?”
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Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
Chasers of the Light & All The Words Are Yours are Out Now!
Go where we go. Find what we find. We will become the black...
Go where we go. Find what we find. We will become the black shadow on the gradient, the silhouette, the wing beats, singing in the wind.
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May 16, 2016
Typewriter Series #1511 by Tyler Knott GregsonChasers of the...
Typewriter Series #1511 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Chasers of the Light & All The Words Are Yours are Out Now!
"Look with tired eyes
I’ll hold you with tired arms.
We’ll make tired love."
I’ll hold you with tired arms.
We’ll make tired love.”
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Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
Chasers of the Light & All The Words Are Yours are Out Now!
Soon it will be us, soon it will be me,
there is so much world,...
Soon it will be us, soon it will be me,
there is so much world, we still need to see.
We’ll leave our mark, the white on the blue,
but I’ll only go, if I can go there with you.
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May 15, 2016
“How mundane the day that expires still unshared. How long the...
“How mundane the day
that expires still unshared.
How long the minutes.”
Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
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Typewriter Series #1510 by Tyler Knott GregsonChasers of the...
Typewriter Series #1510 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Chasers of the Light & All The Words Are Yours are Out Now!
Text for Tired Eyes:
I will love you in memories, and the memories will be
many. I will love you in the dark wood under
bare feet, the familiar squeaks in worn out pieces
of floor. I will love you in the smells of breakfast,
of coffee, floating up the stairs to sleeping noses;
I will love you with midnight eyes and morning voices,
soft humming to fevered heads, dances in circles. I will
love you in the places we’ve been and the pieces
of ourselves we’ve left behind along the way, the
half torn stubs to fully used tickets, the pocket
softened passes from planes boarded, the
sand in the suitcase we discover months after
our return. I will love you in lazy Sunday afternoons
and groggy Monday mornings, in exhausting
Wednesdays when Friday seems two lifetimes away.
I will love you in open windows with gentle breezes,
in stormy nights where the lightning lends shadow
to the goosebumps on your skin. In the long drives
down old roads, the mapless mornings, the
arms out windows surfing the air that blows by,
in the stamps in passports, in the weeks we never
leave the house. I will love you in promises, kept,
and even those broken, though they will be few.
I will love you in the walks, in the runs, in the
sweat pouring down backs for a dozen reasons,
some sweeter than the rest.
I will love you in the steam, rising
from the mug. In the mug, casting circles on the
table, in the table, built with aching hands from
the stage so many stood atop, danced on, sang,
spoke with clarity and purpose. I will love you
in all they tore down, and all that we saved
from disintegration. I will love you in forgiveness given
and apologies accepted, in long conversations about
hard topics, in the gentle understanding and tenderness
that comes only with respect. In the respect that comes
only when it’s reciprocated, and often. I will love you in
the moments fresh from a shower, unadorned, simple,
and exactly perfect. I will love you in the sheets, bare,
and clinging. I will love you in pieces, singularly kissed
and worshipped for being as they are, always. I will
love you in memories, to be made, and made thus
far. I will love you in memories, and the memories
will be many.
"How mundane the day
that expires still unshared.
How long the minutes."
that expires still unshared.
How long the minutes.”
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Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
Chasers of the Light & All The Words Are Yours are Out Now!
Sometimes art means getting your hands dirty. Sometimes we...
Sometimes art means getting your hands dirty. Sometimes we become the art we were trying to make. We are the canvas, color soaked and shining.
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