Tyler Knott Gregson's Blog, page 66
June 17, 2020
"Call me like the sea
and beckon me back to you.
Lull me with your waves."
and beckon me back to you.
Lull me with your waves.”
- Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
June 16, 2020
Overwhelmed by the response to my 3000th poem, from all of you,...
Overwhelmed by the response to my 3000th poem, from all of you, all of the kindness, all of the amazing things you said, all of the pleas not to stop. I always knew I had an amazing community behind me, but I think things get so lost in the shuffle on social media these days, it’s hard to Know. Thank you, All of you, for your response. As I said, the Typewriter Series isn’t going anywhere, it may slow down from time to time, it may not come exactly on schedule, it may not be daily, and it also might be daily sometimes, but it’ll still be here. I have so many more words inside me, and they belong to all of you. What I AM going to try, is going back to the idea of posting the seed lines, or gut punches that began each poem for me when I’m sharing longer pieces first, and then allowing those with the time to swipe over to see the full poem, and allowing those who don’t have the time or interest and are happy with the one line or stanza to keep cruising on. In addition, I’m going to be trying something else on for size. I am going to try to write more short poetry, more punches to the gut without all the dancing around the ring, try to show the world that short poetry doesn’t have to be all cliche and bullshit, it can be moving, powerful, and resonant, in a small space. I am excited for the challenge. I hope you’ll be around for it. At any rate, here is Typewriter Series #3001 by me, Tyler Knott Gregson. Swipe right if you wanna read the whole damn thing. I love you all.
There are lies we tell ourselves,
tall tales that keep us alone,
that chain us to the less
we live convinced
is all we deserve.
Tell them enough and they feel
so much like truth,
they ring out when we say them,
we smile with mouths
but our eyes betray them.
It’s too late, we say enough
the words lose shape, too old,
too afraid. Bathed we become
in every single reason
to stay. Lies, these,
but some layers cannot be peeled
away.
Overdue, this, but some things,
despite their tardiness, seem
to have always been. We lingered
in the before, in the time of not
enough, in the held breath
that stayed unshared.
Some wildness constructs
instead of destroys,
I call us untamed
and stare breathless
at all we have built.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
Trying something new my friends, pairing my daily haiku on love...
Trying something new my friends, pairing my daily haiku on love with a photo that inspired it, or that feels inspired by it. Pairing words with images, every day. Don’t worry, a simple swipe over will show you the handwritten version, same as always, and those will always be up for sale in grab bags in my merch shop, the originals.
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Hands in your pockets,
and hood up against the wind,
the rain on your face.
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— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (at Victoria Street)
https://www.instagram.com/p/CBgDAFAjzPm/?igshid=qewh5jwh1nkd
Trying something new my friends, pairing my daily haiku on love...
Trying something new my friends, pairing my daily haiku on love with a photo that inspired it, or that feels inspired by it. Pairing words with images, every day. Don’t worry, a simple swipe over will show you the handwritten version, same as always, and those will always be up for sale in grab bags in my merch shop, the originals.
.
Hands in your pockets,
and hood up against the wind,
the rain on your face.
.
— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (at Victoria Street)
https://www.instagram.com/p/CBgCZDpjePx/?igshid=qusxb2kvc5ds
"Hands in your pockets,
and hood up against the wind,
the rain on your face."
and hood up against the wind,
the rain on your face.”
- Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
June 15, 2020
We’re a rooftop love,
a view across the expanse,
city lights on...
We’re a rooftop love,
a view across the expanse,
city lights on fire.
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— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (at Helena, Montana)
https://www.instagram.com/p/CBdnORolUw0/?igshid=v5sn7xjtij4l
"We’re a rooftop love,
a view across the expanse,
city lights on fire."
a view across the expanse,
city lights on fire.”
- Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
Typewriter Series #3000 by Tyler Knott GregsonDo you know me,...
Typewriter Series #3000 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Do you know me, after all this time, all
these words? Understand what makes me
tick, what spins the hour hand of this clockwork
brain? I’m 10,000 things, half scare me, half
confuse. I’m a train wreck mind, the giant crunching
jaws that turn cars to scrap, I’m the scrap and the
magnet that it clings to.
I hold my own feet, bare with warm hands,
soothe myself with the chill and contrast.
I play with my ears, always have, from
when folks swore it’d stick them out
permanent and over-proud. Twirl my hair, too,
but not to the point of bald spot or worry.
I carry mints, not for fresh breath, but breath
at all, same goes for the antihistamines
in the coin pocket, two there, one in the back
as I am terrified of this throat swelling
again.
I am the desperate need of noise canceling headphones,
but I’m the guilt and reluctance to use them,
I’m the rub some dirt on it mentality
to the wounds I endure. I am two million
radios on two million stations and not a single one
has a volume knob. I write to feel sane,
though it only lasts until the final period,
Sisyphus, I call out to the mirrors I avoid,
how heavy is your stone? I am skin that hurts
when touched gently by all but one,
the fire in the fingers of those who brush
against me. I am dichotomy as sometimes I just need
to be held onto, like the world is spinning and I
cannot get a grip on the floor beneath me.
Parties dismantle me, cannot be a wallflower
as sometimes I’m allergic to the flowers
on the wall. I am incapable of small talk, I
tell truths and don’t know if they are too much,
too honest, if they sting when they land. Three
hundred times a minute I remind myself to look
into your eyes. Sometimes, without a moment
of warning, I must go or I am certain I will explode
and the shrapnel of me will discolor their finest
clothes.
I’m the Irish goodbye,
knowing that sooner or later
I’ll see you again.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
June 14, 2020
Typewriter Series #3000. A verbal explanation of the winds of...
Typewriter Series #3000. A verbal explanation of the winds of change that are on this horizon. I hope you watch. I love you all so very much.
Give me one minute
and I’ll make it feel like more.
I’m magic...
Give me one minute
and I’ll make it feel like more.
I’m magic with time.
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— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (at Helena, Montana)
https://www.instagram.com/p/CBbX0Kflg7K/?igshid=15da1fj5pjk0x
