Typewriter Series #2452 by Tyler Knott Gregson
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“I have wanted you, my god I have longed for you, and I always will.” … Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson https://www.instagram.com/p/BrGS9AsBbUL/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1tc152pt15gxe
“The days get away, our time together flying, our minutes sped up.”
— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
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This is a guest post from a close friend of ours, Olivia Dolphin. You can check out her Instagram here: https://www.instagram.com/lividol/
She shares a lot of her writing there and if you enjoy our blog, you will LOVE her. She also is the founder of Wizards in Space!
HIS SIGNATURE.
My heart is dancing in the wind. Trying to catch up to that asshole. He is done with me, at least for now. I am left to wonder why. Left to think of him, And his meaningless words. And when he does come back, Nothing will change. My soul will continue to burn out. My skin will continue to turn purple. I’m his artwork, from the inside out. His very own personal museum of abuse. The tears no longer swell. I’ve become numb. I endure each scene, Playing my role as he pleases. Because he’s my addiction. And I hate that it is true. I hate what I am. But I love him. He loves this. He has me in the palm of his hands. And with me, as he very well knows, He will always have a home. My heart proves it. Don’t you see these scars? That’s my babies signature.
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Beauty is why I have written Beauty is to be enough. Beauty is a poetic storm of awe and love. -Tyler Knott Gregson-
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Typewriter Series #2192 by Tyler Knott Gregson
*Six Years ago, today, I began the Typewriter Series. Six years of pain, of ache, of love, joy, loss, passion, longing, sex, travel, wanderlust, adventure, waiting, and change. Six years, and these poems have become a diary, this Typewriter Series has become a chronicle of where I was, where I’ve come, and how I felt on that journey. Thank you, all of you, for being a part of this. You changed my life when you decided to read them. Thank you. Here’s to 6 years without ever missing a single day. Wow.*
Text for Tired Eyes:
I had a dream you painted maps, spent extra ink and care on the spots we hadn’t gone, took a bit more time, even if only you knew. I sat quietly in a dim study, it smelled like leather, like wood, like pipe smoke but not mine. Like scent was a refugee and knew to flee here, where it would be safe, called a treasured thing. It took me back, smelling that, but I don’t know where to. Somewhere, I heard your globe spin.
You’re a storyteller, I said, across the room and out the door, sunlight fading outside and turning everything sharp and slightly yellow. I remember the shadow the books made, window lit and cascading onto my lap-a city skyline across my thighs, all the lights were off. I had a dream you painted maps, hands dirty with city names and mountain ranges, the last letters of a sea, staining your fingertips. I sat quietly, and maybe for the first time, knew pride. -Tyler Knott Gregson-
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“The mornings still crisp, the evenings filled with birdsong. You right beside me.”
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