I know I can’t sleep. I know I’m not meant to sleep. I know what is decided for me before the decision is made because—as I’ve said before—I am my own actuator. I am the catalyst to my own reaction, determining the outcome through a series of steps. Logic. Undeniable and clean. Then that’s the problem… illogical functionality. A broken hinge; a squeaky...
#72 of 1,000 Things I Love
Driving home from an unfamiliar place without worrying about directions. As long as I have my music on shuffle and my seat-warmers on, I’m golden.
Fall back, spring forward
Do I Deserve you? Well, I Demand you. Given To comfort And never Untrue. Our worship is winsome To all but the dim ones With nary a ghost Under afternoon dew. I cannot Relinquish What will not Replenish A mightier Flame than I stoked and Regrew. Days upon days Upon open airways Upon blessings forthcoming From days lacking hue. Do I Deserve you? ...
Let’s start a social experiment You and I To determine the depths of compassion; We will offer a hand to one And take from another. The one will be fully aware, while the other retains pained ignorance. We will watch as the one grinds his teeth, gnawing at the nerves Holding his grip on whatever handhold we’ve allowed— all the while The other is struggling...
I am so sorry for the staggering burden that is loving me.– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
On letting go
What I see is a budding rose. I walk toward it with a gently protruding, but all too obvious, nonetheless, Interest. What I touch turns to gold And shines iridescent and without contempt. It revels in its own glory and carries life on its wings Until a gentle reminder brings it back to solid Ground. What I hold onto turns to ash, scattering in the silky wind and returning to...
You sense my anxiety. You know the situation just as well as I do. I watch you, day after day; your eyes have begun to glaze and your stance has slackened. The impression of a yoke dimples the skin of your shoulders, covered at all times. Unassuming. Don’t you dare become complacent. Must warn others. Don’t you dare lose faith. Must not sleep. Take up in your right hand the reins...
You still are a beautiful fear
Lay down beside me Stop your heart’s beat Redefining resistance And ignoring pleas for resumed animation When it comes time to Pull back the firelit drapes And imagine existence as a new day The Reinvigorated sun will rise to tell a Story of horror and anticipation Of love and liberation; Place / and position. One with me, This is a fitting revival.