Genosha

Genosha

By: Tyler Ross

Between my walls the foundation is left in ruins

A fantasy world is where I rest my head in attempt to escape from the ugly that surrounds me

Those I called friends sizzled away like water evaporates in the sun

I barricade myself within these walls to weed out those with guns

Who take aim at my target I call my life, in which I try and live to the fullest, away from the strife

Fighting to break free with passion and running from those consumed with apathy

This is my last chance at saving me

Upstate New York

Upstate New York

By: Tyler Ross

A boat for two out to sea

A pair of smiles sets the two free

A calm breeze settles the two

A pair of oars brushes the spring blue

A basket sits full of scrumptious food

A scene of flowers surround them enriched in hues

A day to remember

A day to not forget

A day with infinite romance

A day so exquisite

A five-hour trip

A time with no disruptions

A close, close bond between two

A shot from an arrow brought love’s interruption

First I'm Jazzed Like The 20s, Then Shot Down Like Zeppelin

First I’m Jazzed Like The 20s, Then Shot Down Like Zeppelin

By: Tyler Ross

Just when you thought you had what it takes, the honor is swept out right from under your feet. You analyze your mistakes, but in the end you realize they were all a bunch of fakes. Flakes in nature, you can’t change. They help you get your answers, pushing you to just walk away. Nothing can come clean from the lack of respect. Only neglect by you standing on solid ground, your head straight not being pushed around. Have the good one’s always taken this much heat? I bet more nice is rejected than douche bags automatically considered a defeat. Doesn’t add up or make sense. The logical conclusion still hangs tangled in a barbed wire fence. You can’t comprehend the mixed up world. You won’t understand most of what goes on between gentlemen and selfish girls.