The silence
cradling me
is shattered
by the sound
of one leaf
landing
on the grass.
In the space
between this
leaf
hitting
the earth
and that
leaf
shaking itself
loose
and racing
to join
it,
I have endured
a lifetime
of longing
for
you.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
All I know to say
is that when I see your face
I’m finally home.
(Source: youcouldbeashadow)
Poetry that does not rhyme is simply quite absurd
It cannot hold a candle to the metered rhyming word
To find the words and syllables to make the verses flow
Is often times a daunting task, as rhyming poets know
When the perfect words appear there’s not a sound that’s sweeter
LOL… mean! but funny
Once on a yellow peice of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
and he called it “chops”
because that was the name of his dog
and thats what it was all about
his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
and his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts.
that was the year Father…
wow.
A tear down
one cheek
was
all I carried
on my journey
to
you.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
My entire life
has been consumed with waiting
just to find your skin.
One touch
of
one finger
on
one fraction
of
my skin
and
all I am
will
shatter.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
Do you know the words
I’ve waited my life to hear?
Will you say them now?
Calm the chaos.
Take a step towards
My rushing thoughts.
Silence screams louder
Than any words
You throw at me.
Without you
I’m empty.
It’s as plain as that.
And that unsettling,
Charming sort of fact
Pushes against the
Frontal lobe of my existence.
Personality being hindered
From the screaming,
High pitch noises
That appear when I’m alone;
The ones making me wonder
Exactly what I’m doing
Here alone.
Here without you.
