Tyler Knott Gregson's Blog, page 433
October 3, 2015
Autumn has fallen in my back yard. These are the skies I wake...
Autumn has fallen in my back yard. These are the skies I wake to. This is the fog I watch descend only to rest and ascend once more. This is the smell of water on pine, the footsteps on needles the tree shed like a Summer skin. This is home, and it holds me well.
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October 2, 2015
"I have worried through sleepless nights and watched them turn silently into exhausted days, and I..."
I have worried through sleepless nights and watched them turn silently into exhausted days, and I have wondered through the hours when things would settle, calm, and when grace would return. I have been there, through it, and looking back on it now, I know things that I will carry with me the rest of my life, my hopefully long and perfectly beautiful life I will wake up to day, after day, after day.
I know now just how valuable an organization like To Write Love on Her Arms truly is, how crucial, how vital to the fabric of the world today. I know how they whisper of hope when it feels like no one else will; I know how they believe it, rock solid in their conviction, that hope is always here, burning in the background even when we cannot feel the warmth.
”- Tyler Knott Gregson, explaining why he’s supporting TWLOHA with the release of his new book. (via twloha)
Typewriter Series #1284 by Tyler Knott Gregson*Pre-Order my New...
Typewriter Series #1284 by Tyler Knott Gregson
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I was recently asked, as part of the pre-order partnership with...
I was recently asked, as part of the pre-order partnership with the wonderful souls at To Write Love On Her Arms @twloha to write a brief article on why I have chosen to work with them again, what their organization means not only to me, but to the rest of the world. They said that the posts that resonated the most vulnerable, so I opened up, and let it spill out. I am used to being vulnerable, it comes with the territory of posting your poetry and heart online every single day for years and years, but writing this felt scary, and as my buddy @gregoryalanisakov always says to me, it’s good to do things that scare you.
Head over to tinyurl.com/TylerTWLOHA or click the link to their blog on twloha.com and you’ll find it. I hope you enjoy.
"My time is stolen,
it’s always smuggled away.
I’m left here empty."
it’s always smuggled away.
I’m left here empty.”
- Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
More signed copies of my new book, All The Words Are Yours, are...
More signed copies of my new book, All The Words Are Yours, are now going to be available! You asked and we made it happen as 700 more copies are officially going to be up for grabs for all you who didn’t get to one on time. Head to 800ceoread.com and search for my book and you’ll have the chance. They also ship internationally which is great news for all you wonderful people living in all the other amazing countries around the globe.
Keep up the pre-orders, every single one gives another $1 to @twloha and they need all the help we can give.
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October 1, 2015
Typewriter Series #1283 by Tyler Knott Gregson*Pre-Order my New...
Typewriter Series #1283 by Tyler Knott Gregson
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Text for Tired Eyes:
This is an offering to Autumn,
to the saddest season somehow filled with stoic hope,
to the slow fade of color from green to yellow
yellow to orange and orange back to red
and the final sigh before the final leap back to
the final resting place on the floor of the
world. This is an offering to the spoken words
on rain soaked mountain tops, the vows and promises
to a life waiting to be built; to the audience of trees,
rocks and clouds that bear witness. This is my offering,
burnt like sincere words on secret paper and scattered
into the air again, to the black of ash that won’t
wash off. To the sun that sleeps earlier and the
moon that sits in the sky to watch her slip into slumber;
to the brief and beautiful moments they share the sky together.
This is on oblation to the sound of snow geese in the darkness
and the struggle to find their contrast of white
on black; to the moonlight that shines upon them and to the
wonderment of where they travel to.
This is an offering to Autumn and this is my offering to
you. We will dance in the falling leaves and memorize
the sound of leaves crunching under our feet. These are alms to my favorite season and to the snow that hints at falling through the crisp air.
To the smell of wood stoves roaring back to life after the hibernation through the hottest months. To the sweaters that cover your
skin and the color that fades as the last of summer flees
from your cheeks. This is to the sacrifice that all trees
must make, the shedding of their skin to the skeleton
they hide below. To the bravery of the leaves that leap
without looking and fall without ever asking
why.
This is my offering to you. To the tea in your mug and
my hand in your hand as the chill returns. This is to how
the air smells before it snows and the way the scarves wrap
so perfectly around your neck. To the cold of my hands on the warm of your back and goosebumps that crawl down your back to rest on your legs. To the giant breath before the giant sleep through the winter of life. To the red that returns to your
nose and the gloves to your fingers. This is
to the way tears fall without hestiation when you face
the cold wind that Winter waits to breathe. To the first time my eyes found your eyes. To the home you have always been to me.
This is my offering to Autumn. This is my offering to you.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
"When the weather turns,
and Autumn starts its frosting,
I long for your warmth."
and Autumn starts its frosting,
I long for your warmth.”
- Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
Long faces on long skies, the curious stare shared across the...
Long faces on long skies, the curious stare shared across the spaces that separate us. They know more than I have forgotten, but we share the last drops of wild, coursing through our veins.
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September 30, 2015
Typewriter Series #1282 by Tyler Knott Gregson*Pre-Order my New...
Typewriter Series #1282 by Tyler Knott Gregson
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