My goodness there’s nothing like a sliver of a moon hanging silently in the most unbelievable gradient from the black of space to the orange of a Malibu sunset. Wow. . . . . . . #canon #canonusa #tylerknott #tylerknottgregson #canonphotography...

My goodness there’s nothing like a sliver of a moon hanging silently in the most unbelievable gradient from the black of space to the orange of a Malibu sunset. Wow.
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15 hours ago / 37 notes
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Typewriter Series #2718 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Found you through periscope,
the only explanation I can offer,
for I know I was buried beneath
the waves, I know I felt the pressure
pressing on the hull of me.

I can say what I will of preferring
the deep solitude the open ocean,
the dark velvet blanket
I wrapped myself in for so many years,
but it says all I cannot

that after all that time
I never pulled down that
periscope,
that I found you

at all.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-

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1 day ago / 25 notes
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Typewriter Series #2717 by Tyler Knott Gregson

There’s a center,
for each of us, a middle,
a red painted target
and around it rings on rings
on rings, before cork becomes
wall, and wall becomes pock-marked
and holey.  

Every dart landing
will teach us of love, will
introduce us to
ourselves,
but there’s a center,
and I’ve always believed
in this.  

Some find theirs, some
find something close
and are blissful
and unaware.  
Some settle for a
breach in the drywall
and put the game
away.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-  

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2 days ago / 32 notes
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Typewriter Series #2716 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Broken pieces of broken bits
all threat to the barefoot
of the world.  I think I
shine in the sunlight,
half pretty and glinting
but I cut, deep,
without ever meaning to.

Be the ocean and the stones
it carries, toss me
and roll me and smooth
all that jagged edged
nonsense
I became when shattering
replaced shelf sitting.

Make me sea glass,
finger held from stooping
hands, make me worthy
of saving,
of some pocket,
somewhere.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-

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3 days ago / 55 notes
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