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my neato sister’s video project.
ice cream and cake.
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hello, my old heart
how have you been?
are you still there inside my chest?
I’ve been so worried
you’ve been so still
barely beating at all -
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Before you answer, have a peeksie at some of his work. It’s sort of phenomenal.
Hello friends. This is a bit strange, a bit unorthodox, but I need to do a little market research first, before I do anything. Would you buy a book of my poetry? Please sound off and let me know if you actually would, I’d love to hear if you think it should be a book of the longer stuff, the…
If only I had a million followers to bless this with… Tyler Knott, my friend, you’ve done it again. Gone and made the world beautiful like never before.
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 of
you will fall off that you never
knew were there and never bothered
to dwell upon.
On this day, All I know how
to say is that you must hold on
tightly to the hope that you,
beautiful and broken you,
were made of pieces that
broke evenly. Clean breaks
and sharp edges so that there
will always remain the distinct
possibility that someone, someone
more than you, will remember the
picture you used to paint, the
vase you used to be that held
the water that kept the flowers
of your soul alive.
Hold on to the hope that
they are coming and they
are the glue strong enough to
erase the seams of your most
misfortunate fall, because you
will fall.
I see so many frantically trying
to number their pieces. Categorize
and organize and prepare themselves
for the break that is waiting
for us all. Do not be these
people and do not fall into this
trap because I know a secret
that not even time or experience
have learned yet…
We are already broken
and
we have always been shattered.
If we see ourselves as the
shining and scattered portions
of a whole and then glance
inward, we will become overwhelmed
with the breath-stealing realization
that this day, and every day between
now and the day we become the
fragments again is a gift we’ve
never had to open.
You are broken, you will break.
You are the pieces, but
you’ll always be the whole.
Steal back the secret
and marvel and let your jaw
meet the floor in perfect awe
at the pieces, the wonderful
pieces that are gracing the
ground they fell upon.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
