Tyler Kent White

One day I will kiss you, kiss you with lips that understand, kiss you with lips that can better explain, that can speak in so many languages. They will know how to say I love you in ways you have never heard, in ways that sound unlike anything any other man has mouthed before, false promises and fairy tales they did not ever believe in. One day I will kiss you, pressed words between your lips. I will kiss you and they will rattle between your teeth, run down your throat, and fill your lungs. They will echo against your ribs, they will reverberate through your limbs, they will dress every corner you’ve kept sadness hidden away until all that grows inside of you is the understanding that you are enough. One day I will tell you all about my paper napkin theories, algorithms I formed that demonstrate how the sum of all that you are, is greater than infinity, but to me you have always been the one.

Love cannot be defined, reduced, or ignored. It exists just the same for me, for you, for everyone.

I thought about writing a poem explaining how when you are lost at sea, even if you are rescued and survive, you never really come back. Then I realized everyone that’s ever been in love would already understand.

You are the fever that never broke, the name stuck in my throat. You are every letter of every word in every poem I ever wrote.

This morning I woke with my ear pressed between shoulder blades. Every inhale, every drum, every pump, thump of your heartbeat said one thing – home, home, home.

To me, you’ll always be the rising suns, the sinking moons, and all the stars that come between the sound of rain and river stones, the warmth of my sheets, the ache in my bones.

The only real mistake is the one from which we learn nothing.

You have to know how to accept rejection and reject acceptance.

The world is more malleable than you think and it’s waiting for you to hammer it into shape.

Scream in silence. Dance in stillness.

Those who marry for money end up EARNING it anyway.

I no longer feel the need of seeking out conscious Americanism. Because we live here and work here, we can be certain that when our music is mature it will also be American in quality.

The reasonable man adapts himself to the world; the unreasonable one persists to adapt the world to himself. Therefore all progress depends on the unreasonable man.

The love we were promised in fairy tales was never something for us to find. It has always been something for us to create.

The secret of life is honesty and fair dealing. If you can fake that, you’ve got it made.

Enthusiasm is the yeast that makes your hopes shine to the stars.

If you believe, you will. If you don’t, you won’t.

I don’t necessarily agree with everything I say.

If you genuinely want something, don’t wait for it — teach yourself to be impatient.

I don’t have an alarm clock. If someone needs to wake me up, then I have my BlackBerry next to me.

What is written without effort is in general read without pleasure.