Dwelling For Light

Dwelling For Light

By: Tyler Ross

in this dark place,

you may find fragments

of me

my existential crisis

the deepest fears

and the sadnesses,

which have consumed,

relented

and fractured

their way into hope.

Broken

and trying. Clawing my way out.

I don’t feel close,

as I tread through;

the loneliness 

hugging this tight space.

Breath short,

eyes in haze

and mind close to cave.

Dreams, wishes

surfacing into place

again working my being

as I’m further from

one thing wanted 

oh, you know 

not just a taste 

that becomes fleeting

and leaves my heart aching

beating for more

until their is nothing

more than feeling stranded

a build up of connecting

to be left

abandoned

again and again

back into the cycle,

to this hole.

Cold breaking my soul,

when I don’t want to be

buried beneath

the things consistently 

taking its toll.

Further losing control.

Like binging a large pizza

then debating another slice when full.

Its Summer, So Why Is It Snowing?

Its Summer, So Why Is It Snowing?

By: Tyler Ross

Step into a mind that’s different than yours.

When respect is paid but not returned.

You got a lot of nerve 

and no excuse.

When the time comes,

its the power of another you abuse.

I’ve got a short fuse,

and can’t seem to choose.

If I should just walk away

or get a better clue.

You’ve meant that much

and it fucks me up.

How you could just pull the plug

saying enough’s enough?

It ain’t that easy

please hear me out.

I saw something special

between us no doubt.

I know you felt it too 

and I’m not asking much of you.

Just reconsider how you treat me

when I step into your view.

No tolerance for lies.

No exception for deception.

The time is now for your confession.

I’d walk away now,

but then you wouldn’t learn your lesson.

Empathy is in question.

Help me understand 

this unwanted tension.

The Definition Of Insanity

The Definition Of Insanity

By: Tyler Ross

People can be devalued by speaking the truth,

while others can level up

instantly just by being 

conscious

or less present

or showing less care.

Its a crime to be “there”

Two truly connecting

is irrelevant 

no matter how fluid 

the consistency.

Its a mystery

or it’s a cop-out.

You decide

as frustration settles

once more.

I’ll never understand

as I’m forced 

through another door.

A helpless feeling 

in these situations

forevermore.

Not Everything Is Made Up

Not Everything Is Made Up

By: Tyler Ross

Umm… I’m sort of at a loss.

The moment you feel hindered

distance between a being you really dig

I pay the cost

too big to be lost.

When connection buzzes high,

I don’t want to walk on by

or smother its wings

when wanting to fly.

But embrace its beauty,

a vibing powerhouse

full of stellar continuity.

Naturally sparked on its own,

uniquely grown

and a bonus of happy tones.

Gravitating.

Magnifying.

Reflecting time.

Give me a sign!

A logical piece of mind.

When you get too close to a friend,

somehow its bad

these days

and you scare them in the end.

Fuck!

Damn.

I’m aware. 

Feeling annoyed.

Instincts must be broken

because I became outspoken 

decided to bend

and extend 

my interests beyond

this unique bond

and now I feel like I did wrong

when all I did was flow.

Please know

I really liked our flow.