Blue ∞ Heart

Blue ∞ Heart

By: Tyler Ross

My stomach is in knots

My heart is broken again

Years of agony and defeat

When does love ever being?

You tell me

For my heart hurts

Damaged by many

It just gets worse and worse

Call me a martyr

Call me pathetic

You’re going to judge me

But I won’t sweat it

Numb to it all

Sad to say

Happy endings aren’t real

But in cinematic ways

What’s the point of following hearts?

With a blue heart torn apart

How does it heal?

When nothing is real

You find yourself hopelessly reaching

For a dream you never get to feel

I see those who are happy

But I stay blue

In the sense of my heart

I wish I could undo

The embarrassment

And the urge

But I’m forever cursed

Never reciprocated

Never converged

I’m still at a loss for words

What’s the point of following hearts?

With a blue heart torn apart

How does it heal?

When nothing is real

You find yourself hopelessly reaching

For a dream you never get to feel

Some days, my heart doesn’t make sense in my head

Or why it led where it led

Nothing to ever show

Lights out, back to bed

The Soloist of Realization

The Soloist of Realization

By: Tyler Ross

Sick and tired of all these liars

You feed one

You play with fire

No good can come from it

You play it smart

You don’t take shit

Head straight

You don’t back down

You write off who don’t come around

You have heart

You stay on track

You separate those who lack

You respect the respected

You give and take

Especially when sincerity gets rejected

You stay poised

Your aspirations locked

No excuses

Your actions walk

You’re a homerun

In a large park

You never settled for less

You love yourself

A complete success

A Rat’s Plague

A Rat’s Plague

By: Tyler Ross

You will deny quick enough to get by

A rat’s life eating trash to survive

As long as you’re satisfied

Our lives are more important to you

We won’t let you speak out

On anything that isn’t true

Silence is golden

You should take it up

Mouth closed

Or is that not enough?

We worry about ourselves

Facts are facts

Don’t have to hide who we are

Real recognize real

Can you learn from that?

No you can’t

Because you’re wrapped up in a world

Where unhappiness rides your back

You’re scum unfurled

Drop the act

It isn’t fucking cool

We all believe in respect

But not you

Running around with a loose mouth

Consequences will come after we call you out

Turn around and walk away

Keep your mouth shut

See another day

You pride on hurting others and the deception you bring

Makes you worse than a yentle

Hebrew for a gossip queen

You’re a piece of shit

Get the fuck out of here

This Is Hell

This Is Hell

By: Tyler Ross

Alone, around a blue lit space. Your words have constructed a pale expression to my face. Darkened and haunted, this record keeps skipping, repeating, “You have been erased.” Adrenaline pulsates, it hurts, and it hurts. Retracing memories, a head swelling with perplexity bursts. Years of embarrassment corrode my heart for placing sentiments of perfection I thought sparked. Humble, you say. A good person decays. Taught to be the one I wanted to see. I set that lesson on fire to burn with everything else I believed. Frankly, I play the part of the man who ignorantly walked off a cliff. Dumbfounded on how I still relatively exist. Jaded and surrounded in this hell. Everything is backwards. Nothing makes sense. Everything wrong for sale wins. Please, I want out. My mind is so far gone. Force-fed too much shit in this world. A world I now doubt. While, still fighting to get out. Nothing makes sense anymore.

Grace Is For Falling (Here and Now)

Grace Is For Falling (Here and Now)

By: Tyler Ross

Teal green beams of vision gaze toward mine. She believes in passion. We share the same zodiac sign. Her hand now touches mine. Dim and intimate, we lean in. No one around and for a second, I was the luckiest man in town. Catching drift of her invigorating scent, I close my eyes. No matter the place, paradise enters my mind. She is an angel. A radiating intelligent being of mankind. It takes all of me to keep my eyes off of the floor. A lover and a dreamer she says we are. I smile and adore, nothing more. Holding her tight, the night carries on. A cherished embrace develops strong. Lips to mine and she feels perfect. Never a mistake being with her, she’s always worth it. A lover and a dreamer she says one thing we share. I smile and romanticize. Never holding back my one hundred percent care. I can’t stop. I love being in her stare. The best day this year.

Summer Transition

Summer Transition

By: Tyler Ross

It’s the last day of school and summer is near.

Can’t wait to celebrate

It’s that time of the year

My closest friends are coming

I’ve got to prepare

Wasting no breath

So, I chopped off my hair

Breaking out the boards

The water looks clear

It’s that special holiday

The music pumps in our ears

Keeping our goals close

But won’t forget to have fun

Bikes we will cruise

Under the beating and heated sun

I wish everyday were summer

I wish my friends lived here

No time to dwell

It’s our favorite time of the year

We capitalize on what it means to enjoy

The best times are coming

Just hanging with my boys

Summer Summer

Thanks in advance

Summer Summer

I wish it could last

Summer Summer

Just hanging with my boys

Summer Summer

Music, photography, and making lots of noise

Outside Looking In

Outside Looking In

By: Tyler Ross

Refreshing to see you fade fast

I had a feeling it wouldn’t last

The person you were

To the person you’re becoming

A lost directed excuse fitting the mold

How could you let yourself lose control?

Intelligence I believed, now just like the rest

Consumed by a front

And swallowed whole

The world you are creating

I’m losing respect

You dig yourself that hole

The hole you say you’d never find yourself in

I can’t see the truth you like to mention

Do you want to change?

Or stay the same?

Not sure where I stand with you

But I’m content in your choices made

For this is my last attempt

Before you fade

I tried

I tried

Left myself on the line

Slated with neglect

True emotions you continue to test

I won’t play your games

Like the rest

I look at this and its become a mess

Pulling back

Saving myself from yourself

I can tell where your heart is at

CD On Repeat

CD On Repeat

By: Tyler Ross

She smiles, I smile till it hurts. My nerves run wild. I get this way around her. She’s subtle. She’s shy and I’m more versed in expression. I don’t know why. It just is. She is, a woman some say that fell from the sky. But, to me it’s simple. I’ve waited and waiting for my turn. Her dimples get me. They hit me. I peer in to learn and learn. Like her, take it slow. Invest some time. Reciprocate equally. Damn, it feels great. Man, if you could feel my heart race. To see her again and again would keep me in a permanently golden state. I hope she relates.

Malevolent Circle

Malevolent Circle

By: Tyler Ross

We try to call the shots, but it’s no use. We are the men who suffer the abuse. Attentive to the bone, we have the tools. We are the construction that builds and breaks all the rules. It’s okay you can say we’re the best, but do you truly mean it? I guess you haven’t been paying attention. A true man plays no games, I’d like to mention. So you can sit there for life with your hands in your face. Never learn a thing. What a waste. Watch the tears fall down. You can’t come clean. It sucks being a good dude in a world of women, who haven’t learned a thing. Persistence, you know the word fine. Serenity and care, we wait like gentlemen in line. We try to call the shots, but still no use. Thanks to the men in your lives who fuck you with fear and abuse. How long must this linger? Don’t say it will improve. There has been no proof, so I hold out a middle finger. Fuck it all. Get burned. Can’t learn. Hard to call the shots. Get told we’re the best, when clearly I can see that we’re not.

Blackburn Avenue

Blackburn Avenue

By: Tyler Ross

"She’s gone and she isn’t coming back!" Poor fool you tried best at that. They come and go. Stutter stepping when you walk nicely so, wall up and sideline sit. You know the routine. You understand the bullshit. Appreciation is downsized within a selfish one’s eyes. Neglect answers your whys. But a true man stands strong and you’ve built yourself so wrong. Countless amounts of effort to stay in the minds, but fail too many times when you let sincerity over shine. Honesty blinds and repetition dines you to the table of fault. Eating away at your craving to build on creating love. You waltz your way to the floor alone and never settle the score. Loser’s give up, but you my friend are learning more and more. Keep at her and one day she will adore. Patience and understanding overrule any advice when the rain downpours. You my son are special and they are petrified. To know what it is to be treated like diamonds. The kinds Lucy held with love in the sky.

No Show (How You Destroy Me)

No Show (How You Destroy Me)

By: Tyler Ross

Please let me close my eyes. This ache restrains my life from living as whole as I would like. This lingering emotion I’ve held out of sight. Please let me close my eyes for I can’t cry. Frustration rips me down. I can’t seem to comprehend how you walk over me like you do when I’m myself and you are around. It’s nothing new. This rare fresh breath of air, get a clue. I trust in you. Please let me close my eyes. Tonight just wasn’t one of those nights. I swear it hurt when you acted like you didn’t care. I realized I’m growing tired. Yeah, I feel worthless compared to your last. Yeah I’m tired. Can’t think, my nerves feel wired. Is this how you treat someone you're interested in? Waiting for something to give. I can’t cry. I can’t grin.

Crescent Heights

Crescent Heights

By: Tyler Ross

Yesterday I found myself sucked in. You know the type of connection when you can’t turn and walk away? A two-mile stretch and I reflected on my most recent acted ways. Only so many words can lead before actions are in need. The wind blew cold. My lips dried and my mentality slipped out of control. Gaining a grip grew tiresome within the efforts posed. I never could rule out a typical interest encounter. Goes to prove, my attitude of nothing to lose chooses depth over substance abuse. Meaning, my tracks are covered, but my desires shutter in the moments of gentleman necessity. Truth is discovered. Is it I or is it always them? This type of thinking kills me to the bitter end. I just want to be loved like the man that I am.