Texas Bell Down A Water Well

Texas Bell Down A Water Well

By: Tyler Ross

Take a look at me. Tell me what you see. I’m feeling empty and you’re not what you said you’d be. You’re a coward. You’re a pretender. Did you think I would believe the stories that you told? Did you think I’d sit around waiting for your words to unfold? Before you, I was doing fine. After you, still not wasting a single second of time. I’m moving on. Can’t watch life pass me by. So fast, so far gone. Not waiting for you to arrive. As your body falls into the depths of the dark, the water will drown you into a cold sleep work of art. Cut the ribbon. We’ve got ourselves first prize, a make-believe lass full of lies. I was just too stupid to realize. Can’t watch life pass me by.

The Wolf Of March

The Wolf Of March

By: Tyler Ross

He packs his belongings and parts for the exit sign

His love isn’t like their love

Foreign to most

A one of a kind

Alone he walks baring his heart and soul

His passions always in constant control

Unwavering to the things he loves most

A stranger to the ones he even considers close

He loves to love

He knows nothing higher

The world is cruel to him

And his deepest desires

But he won’t give up

For he’s learned, “It Finds You”

He knows nothing higher

Than to stand for what he feels is true

Down a single road

He remains the only one

Encircled in the snow or burning in the sun

He knows only to carry on

He’s misunderstood, so they can’t relate

A loner to the earth

He’s accepted his fate

Hungry for the love he hasn’t received yet

A traveler of trails free from disrespect

Bold, but broken

He still finds peace alone

Solo, but hopeful

As an outcast not worried about the undertone

Disconnecting

Disconnecting

By: Tyler Ross

I should have seen you coming

The wrong signs driving down your road

I led myself to keep running

With no certainty of chance

My heart wanted to explode

But, who cares?

You were never there

Severing ties

It’s only fair

Severing ties

Separation to survive

How’s the cold where you live?

What I’d do just to give

A moment in your frozen shoes

Show you how to act

Show you there’s nothing left to lose

Mistakes have happened

And this grown man moves on

Nothing left to say

I now walk away

The guilt now rides on you

You’ve got it your way

Disconnecting any strings left for you to play

Disconnecting my feelings

Nothing left to say

Sick!

SICK!

By: Tyler Ross

I’m sick

Sick of people not inspired

Sick of jobs that won’t rightfully hire

Sick of the transit system

Sick of being tired

Sick of racism

Sick of fascism

Sick of television

Just sick of the entire ism’s

Sick of those preaching

Sick of being led reaching

Sick of bums leeching

Sick of bias teachings

Sick of being lonely

Sick of the fake

Sick of all the hate

Sick of problems that keep me awake

Sick of gay bashing

Sick of planes crashing

Sick of ideas clashing

Sick of opportunities passing

My patience is wearing thin

Sick of lazy Americans

Sick of those without passion

Again, again, and again!

Sick of life labels

Sick of not being able

Sick of popularity

Sick of paying lots for therapy

Sick of the money hungry

Sick of the greed

Sick of people abusing the drug system to get what they need

Sick of narrow minds

Sick of these wars

Sick of the blindness in religion

Sick of media turning us into whores

Sick of all the bullshit shoved in my face

Sick of exclusion because of race

Sick of politics and being told the better side to embrace

Sick of the radio playing the same songs

Sick of the knee-jerking self-righteous ones

Sick of platitudes

Sick of attitudes

Sick of children starving without any food

Sick of platform abusing celebrities

Sick of arguing about comedian hilarity 

Sick of those who judge

Sick of people who don’t recognize love

Sick of cold hearts

Sick of discrimination

Sick of my youth not capitalizing within their generation

Sick of the court system

Sick of those who won’t listen

Sick of opinions in the news (You aren’t journalism)

Sick of being last

Sick of reliving the past

Sick of questions not asked

Sick of people with no class

Sick of the cheaters

Sick of parking meters

Sick of chivalry non-believers

Sick of hanging alone in life's bleachers

Sick of empty words

Sick of not being heard

Sick of 2012

It’s fucking absurd

Sick of dissing vegans

You uneducated and non-planet caring heathens

I’m sick for so many reasons

Sick of wasted life

The excuses and those that quit

Sick of living in a world

that doesn’t give a shit

I’m sick

I’m sick of the lack of communication I see

Sick of selfish personalities

Sick of zombie sucking phone technology

Sometimes I’m sick of me

Sick of mediocrity

Sick of people not returning calls

Sick of the cops not protecting us all

Sick of not having universal health care

Sick of all the pollution in the air

Sick of playing it ‘cool’

Sick of the silence

Sick of all hidden systematic rules

Sick of being ignored

Sick of being poor

Sick of the inequality I see

I’m sick of so much more

I’m sick for those still not free

But somehow, I still have hope in me

I’m sick of...

Please drain some of this massive empathy

I feel sick

Now sick from being me.

DEAD

Dead

By: Tyler Ross

Hours spent and days spent fixed upon new ideas. I’ve been going through the motions reality checking myself, which seems to stream my deepest emotions. After activities, I’ve become more lethargic than ever. Can’t live in the past they say, but how do you help these days? When everything to distract you washes away like the oceans tide. These thoughts seem to stay. At the moment, not one of my passions shines like the sunrays spreading warmth over my world. Momentarily, I believe they will come, but whom am I kidding. I live in L.A.! Home to a place where my peers have to act a certain way. Where they cascade around ditching their priorities or sticking to empty promises and numerous ways to ante up their status. How do you find true friendship, when every breath of fresh air is robbed by falsity? I remember the days when I had a best friend, where I wasn’t stuck in the in-between as the middleman or the forgotten. You may read me and see I’m jaded, exposing myself well to the bone. You only reap what you’re shown. Say I’m rotten for my sidelined and experienced observations. I’m a logical creation. A life product, but I’m not becoming a part of this environment. I’m stating an early retirement. Dead! Dead! An early death for this defeated man. I’m no longer optimistic living in such a surrounded wasteful land. My goals will stay. My smile will fade. My drive will increase to escape and leave behind these fucks that create this disgrace on my face. Where are the real people? The loyalty I’ve read in books. Why am I the one robbed from having what they have? A close connection is all it took. All these individuals have yet to invest their time being my friend, as the efforts I have put forth to achieve. Did I stick around, while they planted their selfish seed? No! They would rather dick me around and use me for all their needs. Didn’t make me want to hang around. So I let go. I’m running away. So long to the old me. A new man I will generate today. This man will be more aggressive. This man won’t take any more of their shit. Death to myself I say for not seeing any real promise and the decay of my own mental health. Although I’m truly alone and admit, I’d rather stay alone, instead of spending my time swimming in their cesspools of shit. Dead! Dead! Friends till the end. Still trying to defend the existence of a real friend. Dead! Dead!

Salute To Our Instincts

Salute To Our Instincts

By: Tyler Ross

You fight the good fight and you can’t pretend

The answers to your question have settled you in

To not agreeing with the choices made

So you protect yourself with your own barricade

We strive forward in getting what we need

When we fall short

We try to pick up speed

Get disconnected and we start backing down

We’ve got to pick up our heads

Because the time is now

They expect us to feel sorry for ourselves

Give up and flee

They want us to accept loss

By taking what we need

But they got us all wrong

Because we’re the one’s that won

Carrying forward, our heads held high

No regrets, no shame

What’s done is done

We give thanks for the growth within

But elude contact to avoid suffering

A defense mechanism to save ourselves

We have to keep it together

Give up and we will fade out

True strength comes from within

Which side will you choose when suffering?

The side that use their wits

Or the side that hesitates and calls it quits