L.A.'s Favor In Men To Win

L.A.’s Favor In Men To Win

By: Tyler Ross

If you can’t beat them join them. I’d rather suffer than cave in. That saying just fuels my anger into something that I’m not. L.A. rots with its scene of factory men. Competition is ridiculous in the city of bewildered women. Can’t be seen, if you know what I mean. Nice guys don’t last, but within temporary schemes. Can’t sleep at night, only dream of a better day. But still that’s worthless of me anyway. Overlooked, regardless I can’t stick around after May. Appreciation is just a plane flight away.

No Guts

No Guts

By: Tyler Ross

I some times like to think I’ve had an impact. This thin line I walk gets shorter and shorter. Lie to me and make me believe things will get better. This situation is dead weather. Not a ray of light. The depths of your actions are shallow. You don’t picture us together. You wear your protective sweater, as I remain cold. Next time remind me to walk the other way, so I don’t pretend I’m sold. I should have known you were a liar. I can’t stand you anymore. Get that through your head. Burning my bridge I help build. At least for me it’s all up hill instead.

Not Good Enough He Said

Not Good Enough He Said

By: Tyler Ross

I know you oh so well

But I don’t exist to you, I can tell

We talk some, but never too long

I sit alone singing sad songs

Give and take, but you can’t relate

To me that is, but to him its great

You smile on when I’m by your side

He stands still and you stay satisfied

You dream of sharing your heart, but instead you share your bed. The one of true desire looks on waiting, while you settle for hurt and get mislead.

Bring me your glass

It’s sprang a leak

A metaphor for him

Or is that too concrete?

I tried my best to keep you in my sights

But you just drank on when you know it wasn’t right

Does it hurt you knowing we never happened?

Does your headshake, when you think of how we lived?

From gentleman to sincerity

My hand was out, but you buried me

Under some thoughts never quite clear

You moved along and left me here

Not good enough

Scratch that

I now see in the clear

Move along dear

2A.M. Habits

2A.M. Habits

By: Tyler Ross

The last words he said was “Don’t let go. You can never let go.” Against the wind, I held my arms out as gravity pulled me low. Times like these I wished I were less of a human being. Half flesh and half machine; wandering solo amongst a destructive routine. Breaks are breaks and “kid” he would yell. “You have had many. Don’t forget the world will eat you alive if you let it. Aim steady and remain ready in a land that shoves you back good and plenty.” Hands trembled and eyes swelled during one summer night. This all ends when you give up on life’s fight. Face it or forever goodnight. The weak one’s drown, while the rest land feet first on the ground. “Don’t let go. You can never let go.” He was just a memory repeating mistakes. Mistakes he didn’t want anyone else to show and sink so low. The kind he couldn't face.

A Lion's Rage

A Lion’s Rage

By: Tyler Ross

You will lose repeating your mistakes

Retracing your steps only to create

An image of a person meant to get hurt

My rage is thickening, as you get worse

Take a lesson in having your heartbreak

Pick up the pieces and walk away

Don’t be foolish and think they will change

A loser’s intuition enhances my rage

My rage is out of control

My rage feels for lost souls

No sympathy I aim to kill

A lion’s rage

Tearing apart your weak will

So lost in yourself and the excuses you make

Destined for pain have it your damn way

Think it’ll get better

Take a look around

You are all alone while they get around

Keep on coming back

So pathetic, I’m through

Left for the rats, fuck you

My rage is at its peak

My rage rips apart the weak

Think you’ve got it figured out

You’re without a clue

A lion’s rage

Out to get you

Skate To Survive

Skate To Survive

By: Tyler Ross

Jetting through the streets to find a rail or a curb. Wax it good, so I can be heard. Wheels on the pavement aren’t the only fun. Floating in the air doing tricks at night or under the sun. Girls waste my time and I feel the need for speed. Friends are falling fast, but my skateboard is all I need. Hours go by, time sure flies. Got a burrito in hand and my music to get my by. Skate to survive.