Re-Learning To Love Thy Self: A.P.C. Part 2

Re-Learning To Love Thy Self: A.P.C. Part 2

by: Tyler Ross

Still figuring out how to love myself.

I try to look deep down

and there’s a sadness 

affecting my health.

I know it’s there.

Love lost because I decided to

tear at my heart

Dared to part

with the warmest I’ve known

from my life’s start.

I fucking ruined what I had

because I was scared of my new home.

The sweetest love.

Ready, aimed and soared above

the unknown

out of my mind

and away from the ultimate love possibilities.

Accepted and protected,

I was.

Lost my second chance all because

I had it all and I dropped the biggest ball 

one can get in this life.

I feel antsy almost every night.

Tight in my chest and in my mind, 

alright?

You don’t leave my mental site.

And that’s all right.

I’ve tried and you always seem to be 

the brightest light. 

I’m still so far, 

so far from being.

From loving me again.

So I can fully love again.

Okay? 

I was wrong. So wrong.

You were right.

It’s time to say…

Good night. 

My own hell, I set.

I’ve still got so much regret.

Stuck in a life full of inner hurting debt.

Gambled. Lost it all the day I jet.

I’ve still got so much regret. 

I'M SO SORRY!

Back in time to the day we met.

Rewrite the day I left.

Was It Even Worth It?

Was It Even Worth It?

By: Tyler Ross

We take it in and accept its stay.

A powerful tool, but just a tool,

okay?

It runs our lives and measures our worth.

So we believe in the validation

forgetting our limited time on this Earth.

Counting the numbers like currency

It’s absurd.

Depressed from as little as one word.

We bully ourselves just as much

as we torment each other.

Ego to the brain, destroying the sane,

smothered by this addiction.

You’d think this was fiction.

Or a junky’s depiction, 

the way we’re controlled

by these lies.

Be pretty, loud, and proud, more fit,

less wit and more superficial bullshit!

Heads lost in the clouds. 

It’s not legit, so quit

while you’re ahead.

Instead of checking out

unaware of what reality has fed.

A life logged in 

consuming significant amounts of time.

One day real eyes will visualize real lies.

Word to the wise before your soul dies.

You’re worth more than a tap on the screen.

You’re worth more even if you aren’t being seen.

You’re worth more than the amount of friends you’ve got.

You’re worth more than 

all this distraction has taught.

You’re worth it, and that’s a hell of a lot. 

Distractions

Distractions

By: Tyler Ross

Feeding the rush of addiction

Honing in, the description

Another mission

Worm holed, goin’ fishin’

Troubled waters,

Richard Nixon.

Guilty and off the tracks

Listen up, face the facts

The will power you lack

Obsessing, no turning back

Caution tape snapped

Beyond, 

that’s a wrap

Too many thoughts,

Explosion

Under attack

Vision scattered all over the map

No cap

Hey normal, where ya at?

Consciousness is taking a nap

Distractions turned satisfactions

Primal reactions

Glued to rhythmic actions 

Until the beat stops

And shame spills from 

Inside out your lap

10 to 20 minutes

Then welcome back

Wipe, rinse, and repeat

Distraction complete

Reenter the world

From getting beat

Hey normal, where ya at?

I’d like to meet.

BLM (Say It, Live It)

BLM (Say It, Live It)

by: Tyler Ross

Black Lives Matter, why can’t you see?

Why is it hard for you to treat civilly 

and equally 

like you would to me?

Our police intimidate our streets,

and with institutional racism,

our brothers and sisters find it hard to compete.

A leveled life playing field everyday.

Opportunities like you and I have,

the privilege to control their own way.

And still, you find it hard to understand or say,

Black Lives Matter

Every fucking day!

Just like yours, just like mine.

Stop trying to shadow the shine.

This should have never taken this much time.

Are you an ally 

or are you ignorantly uneducated?

What will it take? 

For you to bring your walls down,

showcase real respectful love over the hatred.

This isn’t political.

Protecting Black people is critical.

Humanitarians, raise your fist in the air.

Time to reach for the pinnacle.

And for all you speaking cynical,

Your lack of presence is visible.

Lacking an understanding to the basic human rights principles.

Fighting for equal justice will resume.

Elevate the unheard and allow their voices to bloom.

Since the evil in people won’t fully die

Like Pac said, we gotta make these changes

and do what we gotta do to survive. 

Give back, open your mind.

Protect All Black Lives!

Let’s help keep people of color alive.

Today, tomorrow, forever we will continue to strive

for everyone 

to have the chance at life’s giant piece of the pie.