Library
I slouch here
In contemplation
In a stupor of exploration
Through the minds
And words I have exploredThe patterns that emerge
Souls that are produced
Change that is brought about
Through strung wordsI live in ecstacy
In the room of books
Too
I am
too
little
butter
on too much
bread
I am
too
many
thoughts
in too little
head.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
I Fall Too
I see them
falling
changing
and preparing
themselves
for the long push
through winter
and inside me
a thought
is born…
Autumn leaves
have got
nothing
on me.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
In the Eye of a Dog
Brown puppy-dog eyes
Clear and bright
Say,
I’ll stay beside you
Forever.Now, can we go for a walk?
J. Hedgecock
I miss having a dog :(
Rhyme Time
If I am a wave
then you
are my sea
if you are a flower
then I
am your bee.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
Lullaby
Do you know
that you
gave me
life?
Do you know
that before
my eyes fall shut
each
and every
night that
you,
only you,
are my last
thought?
That I
fall asleep
whispering
to
you?
Do you know
you are made
for me
and I
for you?
Close
your eyes
and I
will meet
you.
I will
come for you
and carry
you
home.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
Tyler Knott: You are the Autumn
It occurred
as occurring
and me
often dance
in the dim of morning
when even
the birds
have not yet begun to
sing
that you
are
and were
and will probably
be
always
the Autumn.
The sound
of your hair
drying
after a steam
filled and lingering
shower
is the sound
almost exactly
and to the
most…
Poetically Undead: I was going to write another love poem of longing and desire of my...
I was going to write
another love poem
of longing and desire
of my dreams unfulfilled
but it’s been done
over
and over
and over again
I’ve written of love
and so have you
written of fairy tale fables come true
written of hopes and aspirations and bliss
that will someday be…
Tyler Knott: Broken
There are a few things that only time
can teach you and only through experience
will you remember.
The first and most haunting of these
is that the day will come that
you will break. Break like glass
and scatter yourselves out over
the floor with no particular rhyme
and certainly no reason. Pieces…
“
Even
After
All this time
The Sun never says to the Earth,
‘You owe me.’
Look
What happens
With a love like that:
It lights the whole sky.
Hafiz (via literaryheartbeat)
(via cry-for-john)
“
Tell me you love me
and that everything we are
is enough for you.
“
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
Pablo Neruda (via a-lskling)
Elegia Memnosyne: In defense of love poetry
There is only one story
that does not grow old
it is ours—
Like a weight so heavy
we are compelled to speak it
to enact it’s ageless choreography
to wear it’s masks of longing and desire
to intone it’s eternal words that, like keys
rend our chests apart
spilling our secrets for the world to see
…
we are the failed lovers
We are the failed lovers,
and we might as well unite.
Destiny tore us from beauties
and gave us lonely nights.
Gene pools weren’t ideal;
selfish choices broke us down.
Our pain cannot be shown,
so we cry tears of a clown.We are the failed lovers,
it’s our label and our brand.
We burned it on our skin
with an oblivious hand.
Now we can’t remove it—
they know us from the mark.
We’re the failed fucking lovers,
owners of a restless heart.
