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August 28, 2014
Typewriter Series #884 by Tyler Knott Gregson
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Typewriter Series #884 by Tyler Knott Gregson
*Pre-Order my book, Chasers of the Light, and donate $2 to @TWLOHA and get a free book plate signed by me :) Click the link in my bio, or go here: tylerknott.com/chasers*
Text for Tired Eyes:
Take care of yourself. It’s up to you to keep your heart
beating and your lungs filling and your legs running long
past when you should have found your way to shuffling off
this mortal coil and starting fresh. Greet Death running
and jumping and dancing with her, throwing kisses like promises
while she waits to carry you away. Don’t make her bend or scoop
or hoist or strain her delicate hands under the weight of your
tired soul. Meet her with a smile that only old age can create.
Love. Promise me that you will love. It will shake your skin
and rattle your bones and the sheer volume of butterflies inside
will threaten to lift your stomach to your throat. Love. Don’t
think of the why or the how of the what if and just love. When you
think, if only for a moment, that you’re loving enough, you aren’t.
Love until your eyes are cried dry and your arms shake from
squeezing so tight. Love because you cannot not love and
because it finishes all of the pieces in you that would otherwise
stay that way. Love because it’s the answer to the question
you’ll start asking one day. It’s the answer to all the questions
you’ll ever ask and the reason you are here, wherever here may be.
"Just breathe deep this breath,
hold it safe inside your lungs,
let this calm spread through."
hold it safe inside your lungs,
let this calm spread through.”
- Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
We are getting closer to official book publication day! There is...
We are getting closer to official book publication day! There is still time to pre-order my book, Chasers of the Light, and in doing so I will donate $2 per pre-order to @twloha , a wonderful charity that is so heartbreakingly relevant right now. Plus, if you fill out a form you can receive a limited edition, signed bookplate!
Let’s show the world that poetry matters. Let’s show publishers that poetry can become a best seller. It’s up to is to push poetry back where it belongs. Thank you all so much for supporting me. Head to the link in my bio for more information or go to TylerKnott.com/chasers
August 27, 2014
“Where do you come from
and how long did you wait there
before...
“Where do you come from
and how long did you wait there
before finding me?”
— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
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Typewriter Series #883 by Tyler Knott Gregson
*Pre-Order my...
Typewriter Series #883 by Tyler Knott Gregson
*Pre-Order my book, Chasers of the Light, and donate $2 to @TWLOHA and get a free book plate signed by me :) Click the link in my bio, or go here: tylerknott.com/chasers*
Text for Tired Eyes:
Be kind. Always. Give love freely and never wait for it to come back.
If it breathes, grows or has even a single cell bouncing around
inside it, love it, too. Each and every thing deserves and has earned
more respect than its given so start the trend and I promise,
promise that you will feel part of it all when you hold life
in your hands.
Do not worry about the clothes you wear, or the fashion you might (and
by might I mean will always) miss out on or the way your hair seems
to always look like you were struck by lightning (which you just
might be). Do not worry about the car you drive or the money that
finds its way into whatever bank, piggy or otherwise, you set up.
Do not worry if people laugh at you, do not worry about impressing
because people like what they like and don’t what they don’t.
Do not worry of death because I promise you, one day
you will die and it will be perfectly and completely beautiful.
"Where do you come from
and how long did you wait there
before finding me?"
and how long did you wait there
before finding me?”
- Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
Meet me there, where the clouds fall behind the mountains. Where...
Meet me there, where the clouds fall behind the mountains. Where the snow on the peak rises up as if trying to touch the sky. Meet me where the grass waves in the wind, where it whispers softly in the breeze. Meet me where the storm that rolls in covers us like the lid on the pot, where we can simmer together, before we turn to boil. Meet me there, I am waiting.
August 26, 2014
Typewriter Series #882 by Tyler Knott Gregson
*Pre-Order my...
Typewriter Series #882 by Tyler Knott Gregson
*Pre-Order my book, Chasers of the Light, and donate $2 to @TWLOHA and get a free book plate signed by me :) Click the link in my bio, or go here: tylerknott.com/chasers*
Text for Tired Eyes:
Listen, because we never know how much time we have and we
never, not ever, are in control of when the lights will go out
and we’ll be opening our eyes to a new light again. Listen:
Never be afraid to be proud of yourself. You are made of magic
and you share dust and light with the stars that shine above you. Please
promise me that you won’t dim your glow because it hurts
someone elses eyes. Cry. Really cry. They will try to show you
and tell you and convince you that men don’t cry, that they bite
their lip from the inside and swallow the blood with all the tears
they are too timid to let fall. They will say that men are the shoulders
and are the rock that stands in the current. Be the water instead
for one day that rock will be sand and it will have been you
and only you that washed it away. Laugh. Truly laugh. Let
life and all of its folly steal the breath from your body
and replace it with the staccato melody of giggles and guffaws;
the laughter that comes without fair warning and continues without
apology.
Never be afraid to follow your heart. Take all you have and risk it
truly risk it for where your crazy heart decides to take you.
Do not ever think you, exactly you, are not capable of chasing your dreams and do not ever think that you, exactly you, are not worth being chased.
It’s going to hurt, more than you think it will, and it’s going to heal
more than you ever imagine it can. You will be cut, scraped
and scarred from these pursuits but scars are stories and one day
someone will come along that will pilot the ship of their fingertips
down the random rivers of your scars. They will absentmindedly
and without knowing why, press their lips to them and feel the
smallest shock of life when skin touches skin.
Check out the video Sarah Linden and I recently shot inside a...
Check out the video Sarah Linden and I recently shot inside a beehive kiln at the Archie Bray Foundation in Helena, Montana. Here is Angel From Montgomery a John Prine cover by my friend, the amazing and talented Katie Roberts.
You can purchase this song by going to her Katie Robert’s Reverbnation Page and please follow and support her on her Facebook Page.
Support new artists, support new art. :)
"What words would you write?
How would you tell our story?
How would you write me?"
How would you tell our story?
How would you write me?”
- Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
