Worded Weapons

Worded Weapons
By: Tyler Ross

I’m equipped with the lyrical fire 

that’s desired,

which will take you higher, than the liars 

backing you like a choir

to inspire.

Even if you didn’t know it.

You admire.

The way your eyes reply, its not a disguise

but in the open, putting the truth in motion

and leaving you wanting more

I’m quotin’

like good sex leaving you in a hex

reflectin’ at the time

I’m devine.

Leaving you the greatest impression in your mind.

As I rhyme

and climb up your spine.

Addiction infliction

as you study my diction

you become fixin’

on every line

I’m not missin’

but I’m kissin’ your memory

planting the rich treasury

that’s travelin’ all feathery

hugging the shit outta your soul.

You lack control

as I devour you whole.

My verbal education

and positive vibrations

ignite the coals in your heart.

Smoking you out.

I spark art

Destroying you to the core

And soon,

you’ll be no more.

I, Purge

I, Purge

By: Tyler Ross

I’m vulnerable.

I leap.

My feelings seep.

They can make me weak.

Misinterpreted by hypocritical ears.

They aren’t my friends.

We play “just pretend”

socially on the net to no end.

No need to extend

since they refuse my hand

and try to make an effort.

I bite my tongue

meet teeth to teeth

to refrain from sinking deep

or losing any sleep.

Its no use.

No peace, no truce.

The world’s fucked and lost its juice.

What’s the use?

Amongst judgmental beings

stained with their shifty in betweens.

Nothing is good enough.

But everything can be seen.

No attention can be held.

Distractions always felt.

I blame me for even bothering

now its fucking with my health.

I’ll walk away

before I decay

and compromise my sanity.

Too much vanity,

ego driven fantasy

you’re all so dead.

Six feet under me

living off all this insanity.