#custompoem

🕯️ Do you have a feeling you can’t name? A memory that lingers? A silence that needs words?

I’m opening a small, emotional writing commission called Letters for Ghosts, where I’ll write a custom letter, poem, or lyric fragment based on your feeling, thought, or story.

This is for anyone navigating heartbreak, healing, nostalgia, or just floating in the fog.

You send me a word, a mood, a sentence, or a secret. I write something just for you, something soft and strange and real.

You can request:

A letter (to someone/something)

A poem (lyrical, freeform, surreal)

A song fragment (like lyrics or mood sketch)

✨ It’s just $10, and you can order through my Ko-fi

Here's a personal example I did: Letter to future me:

I hope you feel better, I really do… and I hope the decisions I take will lead to the best for you… I hope I'm not committing to a life of darkness, I hope that my confession is not hunger I say "If I make mistakes, or I hurt you, please forgive me as I can't do much to control my impulse"

And I hope you will still make things for your future… Never stop creating… Not even if the spark dies… cause it's true that Now I feel dead but I know that flame burned once and it can burn again And we can get better and we can get back on track… I hope I did it… I hope you are what you wanted now… And I'm sorry if I failed, but I promise I did it for you this time…

Mama, Papa, I'm sorry, but I will not follow your lead I chose my own decision and did what I wanted with it. I know it's hard to get it, but it's not late to get it… I just hope some day you'll find the way to know I did this for myself…

This is not a phase, it's a wave That keeps on moving flooding every single place A wave that holds my future, a wave that holds the truth of… A wave that I created to feel right within my brain.

And I hope you will still make things for your future… Never stop creating… Not even if the spark dies… cause it's true that Now I feel dead but I know that flame burned once and it can burn again And we can get better and we can get back on track… I hope I did it… I hope you are what you wanted now… And I'm sorry if I failed, but I promise I did it for you this time…

Typewriter Series #3048 by Tyler Knott Gregson

A year of what you called coincidence, chance encounters I planned and planned again.   Where you were was where I had to be.

You found yourself in some far off, off in some sliver of wild, some place of peace in the shadow of tree and peak.  I followed, listened to your song as it pointed me back home.  

I found myself in all you found in me, called myself warm as we held each other through the freeze.   In the shadow of firework and frost, I followed, listened to those words as we spoke them for the first time.  

I will follow, wherever you may lead, I will listen, and I will call you home.

Typewriter Series #3046 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Got a helium heart, she does, ties itself to the wrists of us, lifts us, she does, laughs at the idea of gravity as we marvel down from such heights.

Got a colander heart, she does, rains down love like it's full of holes, pours out when it's finally full, paints red anyone lucky enough to come near.

Got a bonfire heart, she does, lights up and burns hot, passion like gasoline through the veins, spreads sparks like stars as we float through with awe in our eyes.  

Aloft and soaking, warmth wrapped like a promise, I search the empty spaces for the right words to speak of this love.

Typewriter Series #3050 read by Tyler Knott Gregson

Less, and I'd say more, be filled with language that blossoms, that flowers and throws seed to wind.  Less, and I could describe it, explain this love to anyone other than you.

Home is hope, given to the hopeless, to the self-reliant swearing they need nothing, to be alright. Hope is home found thousands of miles from it, the slow billow of low cloud on emerald peak, the ribbon of road trailing off, remnants of a gift torn open.

Less and I could say so much more, let words find light like branch from tree, let the trunk stand sure and hold us to the soil we found ourselves on.  

All I know to say, to sum up all this more I am graced with, is simple,

I am first to you, and you, to me.