Ask Me To Put The Fire Out Again

Ask Me To Put The Fire Out Again

By: Tyler Ross

I've been thinking to myself

on these stagnate hours alone

when driving, with activities, before bed

or where my conscious roams.

I don't need anybody else.

I don't need anybody else.

I've been having these days

where silence sits me still.

It corners me and possesses me,

reiterating overkill.

Between the distance and me

not much fills the space.

Curiosities spark, I clutch my burning head.

Get me out of this goddamn place.

I don't need anybody else.

I don't need anybody else

but you.

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Intentional Disguise

Intentional Disguise

By: Tyler Ross

Have you ever conjectured why I spend most days alone?

Or the reasons I hardly pick up the phone?

Let this be a lesson in paying attention

I’ve got some issues I’m scared to mention

I’m badly bruised from love and it’s feeling inside

With much complication, trying to walk with my head held high

Most days I just try to be by myself

Well aware I’ve created a distance between everyone else

I recognize that it’s safer

I recognize that it’s safer for me that way

I’d rather use evasion as a strategy

Because there isn’t much that impresses me

I will pacify my ideals with some meditation

Because in the end, I care more for substantial conversation

Call me selfish, a hermit, and or a jerk

I’m trying my best to believe it will all just work

Focused on what’s truly right for me

Laughing and still searching for some sanity

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Who Needs Isolation Anyway

Who Needs Isolation Anyway

By: Tyler Ross

As I sit in anguish with the world rotating on.

My body is flush and my nerves are cut one by one.

This rush of a thought that keeps me in,

is the cancer rooting itself out expelling from my skin.

Exposed like water frozen into a cube.

As I contemplate all the reasons I was perfect for you.

Distractions come and go, but they may never take

my reality, which I fight against fantasy, I want to escape.

I’m tired, so very tired of feeling this way.

Who needs isolation?

Who needs isolation anyway?

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Caged Bird Screams

Caged Bird Screams
By: Tyler Ross

In come the strings playing to my heart
No symphony appears, no other melodies
I'm neither here nor far

From the brink of breaking from these tears
A boundless jail cell of stellar memories spilling hope
like our dreams to fly together, forever

now ending in fear from clipped wings.

My coat is blue and core is bursting in two
An alka seltzer submitted sparked fuse
A squawking frustrated lonely abuse

Hunger pains for her sun’s rays
Melancholy’s tune, a loss sputtering out of control
Falling and swallowing the cold, but forever in love

this cage bird still sings…

Boom!

Unspoken Tangents

Unspoken Tangents

By: Tyler Ross


Claustrophobic, I’m sick

waiting for your walls to sit

Still, a state of mind

I can’t come to grip

Your intentions

Skewed

I feel as if my heart could rip

out of my chest

I guessed wrong again

What’s wrong with me?

I can’t remember a time

when you told me things would be

just fine

I’ve binged

Cynical and walking down these pathogens

closely shoveled behind my selfish grins

A cancer bound like a bomb

waiting to explode

and expose

a self-made injection

from a historical infection

pinned to your perfection

Internal brain splatter

spills in a hundred directions

Rhythm

Rhythm

By: Tyler Ross

Twang, strum, twang & strum,
the true sound of practice

and in that third hour
my pointer finger pulsated like

a door’s slam

on a child’s hand.

Wax On, Wax Off

“Whatever the mind can conceive, it can achieve.”

PMA (Positive Mental Attitude) - Napoleon Hill

Wax On, Wax Off

By: Tyler Ross

Collaboration, he swallows his insecurities

12:30pm, Mara-minded brain attack, slumber

Mouth full, and blockaded by a napkin

Interruptions clanging to utensils, his thoughts keep him asking

This crowded room full of memorable noise

Trepidation, the voices stutter carelessly throughout his leg

Ashamed, he struggles, fighting twisted delusions

A dirty napkin, his excuse to flee another day of illusion

In limbo, the exit door closest to the bathroom

His vindicated solution and path toward an enlightened lifestyle

Meditation and PMA

Sunspot

Sun spot

By: Tyler Ross

There he stood clutching onto essential life fragments as they oozed through the cracks in his fingerprints. No weight or proof of existence, but he believed they formed to fit his quest for resistance. One man, one burden of hope eloped its sacred bond. A breathing, mental hypochondriac spawned, as his eyes closed and for one miniscule moment emotion began to respond. Tears needed, succeeded, and fell to his sponge-like shirt casting an organic personal hell. He searched for light, gaining grain and static in sight fearing a greater shift in plight. Fire rose from his toes up, residing from the foundation. He wasn’t complacent to retrace hints of old banter, when deserted surroundings shattered signs of concrete matter. Dust now the air, vast and heavily reluctant, he tries to scatter. Wisps of panic gather and encourage the embers to dig down into his safety net used to protect how he lived. Skin thickens, and time won’t give with his cold-crusted shield. The heat latches, but the forces yield by a rediscovered will, now a calculated kill. All deals dissolve and both eyes blast rays to the skyline of over-comers like the biggest of waves. Vicious spirals of sapphire, he surfed after the summer, which dated back to earning a man's courage braving inner evils along a windy escapade. A chalked up haze, clearing transformation, now consciously vibrant and illuminated, and his body ignites ablaze. Levitated, reborn, and sustained, he absorbs the fire into his veins. More than a mortal man, he rises higher; belting Earth shifting words into an unforgiving world that left him tattered. A man, we knew used to walk alone.

Metal and Rubber

Metal and Rubber

By: Tyler Ross

I store realism behind eyes

Where frozen life moments can guide

Truth shutters in seconds

Reckoned and maneuvered and finalized

I hang in the balance like a pendulum still

I play with my sights like a kite, chasing them up a glass hill

Windmill Play

Windmill Play

By: Tyler Ross

He burns bright through atmospheric matter

Free falling into passion, a screaming reaction

Letting the clouds manifest a steady ladder

Words won’t gather, for there is no sight of the ground

His hair whips against the weather leaving an aggressive hissing sound

Non-violent, he let’s the birds hold his trust

Thrusts his hands out and accepts the power of the wind’s gust

Not afraid, he opens up his mouth

Spinning in circles as he let’s go down south

No parachute, no wings, a life without strings

Diving, diving, an end supported by no means

An alarm clock buzz, the sound of an interruption

A trampoline bed bounce cushion obstruction

No sweat, no panic, no crinkles to his face

He flicks the light on, but rolls back over with haste

Mumbling, discontent, and mystified

For once in his life, he knew what it felt to feel alive

Dial 2 For Perfection

Dial 2 For Perfection

By: Tyler Ross

A cold breeze walks up and down my face

The green is covered by white as ice skaters skate

My fingertips are half numb tightly jammed into my pockets

A few brave runners bolt by me like rockets

I focus on the grace of a couple face to face

Her hand gently placed in his hand as they retrace over old bladed lines

Such haste to capture their moment

I feel for them, so I snap photographs of the two grown-ups

My temperature works like a corrupted inside job allowing the winter to enter further than I would consider bearable, I am freezing

I try to reason with the elements, my camera, time, and the classic romance on ice

No dice, I continue to freeze

A soreness surfaces in my knee, but I won’t give up on what I truly need

Digging for the perfect set of life on skates

I change position for a vantage point once imagined staying up late

They created their own fate – perfect love

A soft kiss, a smile, a silly off balanced and falling hug ending in laughter captured

Shutter glory

A short photo story

Bearing my heart and soul passionately reaching through my lens

I bundled up as I finished and made amends

To my body frozen, but still ready to feel their joy in the end

Connection was contagious

I picked up my phone, dialed her number and hit send…

Love In Life

Love In Life

By: Tyler Ross

If you really have heart, you’ve got nothing to prove. If you truly love yourself, you’ve got nothing to lose. It goes without saying; your actions validate your displaying and words lead the way. Make the most of everyday, till you grow old and gray. Find passion and let it catapult you. Don’t burn any bridges unless you absolutely have to. Stay true to yourself and never sway to any other. Don’t limit yourself; keep it positive in order to keep it together. Love is in you, so focus on what matters. Keep to your true friends, family, and carry them up life’s ladder. You must remain on the bright side. You won’t make it out alive. You must fight to stay on the bright side (Love in Life). Enough negativity as is holding back mostly everyone else inside.