May 25th, 8AM

May 25th, 8AM
by: Tyler Ross

We met over coffee
with limited time.
The roast was okay,
but your presence sublime.
A couple of delightful hours
zipped on by
and yet,
soon you had to fly.
Work was calling,
time to say goodbye.
Collected a couple moments
by film photo choice.
I left smiling
with wonder thinking
of the kindness in your voice.
Not enough day spent,
I selfishly thought.
Will we get more time,
or was this all we got?
Months have gone by
and still I smile
when thinking of you.
Happy when your name pops up
even if I've been blue.
I want to stand out.
Be a name to you.
See you again face to face.
Get to know the real you.
And fill in all this unknown space.
More time spent, which I chase.

What's It To You?

What’s It To You?

by: Tyler Ross

Everything fades and goes away.

The game of life you constantly play.

Time doesn’t heal, it hardens your mind.

You either learn to deal or get left behind.

Face the facts and force yourself to carry on.

Find your bliss before you’re gone.

It's a cold world with too many that take.

Move on from the greedy, unkind and fake.

It’s hard to cope when you rarely relate.

Always feeling like you’ve gotta escape.

The ego, the one-uppers, the disrespectful fools,

the big mouths sucking the air out of the rooms.

The liars, cheaters, and manipulative scum

poisoning healthy human progression one by one.

The self-centered, selfishly consumed

lacking empathy adding more Earthly doom.

We’ll all be gone soon.

So, what’s it to you?