Pause For Ten To Twenty, Maybe Thirty Minutes

Pause For Ten To Twenty, Maybe Thirty Minutes
By: Tyler Ross

Something about a warm shower

where I tend to reflect

and

wish

the most.

Never feel completely

cleansed,

but

something about being 

alone with 

the water's

drizzling sounds,

complete human 

silence

that makes

me

feel hopeful,

alive

and feeling

it’s worth

living at least one

more

day.

Trepidation

Trepidation
By: Tyler Ross

Uncomfortably still,
I lay stiff and deteriorated 

with tightened muscles,
fighting 

the darkness seeping inside my brain, 

as I stressfully mumble out, 

“I don’t want to die. 

I don’t want to die.” 

Minutes later, 

the hospital becomes blanketed with black. 

Like anesthesia and sleep, 

my lungs tread life one last time 

as my last exhale is filled with fear 

and nothingness. 

Earth’s beings hold the proof, 

the proof I existed.    

A Swiss Cheese Story With Deceiving Hormones

A Swiss Cheese Story With Deceiving Hormones
By: Tyler Ross

A true brain-melting discovery,

seeping its nonfunctioning ooze inside me.

Numb.
Hanging my head at the misdirection

that just snapped my neck.

Autumn is here or is it there?
Summer is beginning.
I no longer care.

Let go from the bowl of soul.

Stupidity wins again,

as I sit disillusioned to the news.

Unemployed with some feelings I’d like to lose.

My boss, my old boss can’t spill the truth.

So we broke the register, together... 

Now you want to treat me like a youth?

I thought this was Australia?

No night shifts,
but a place so laid back that the holes in your story

regurgitate too, cutting you more slack

then, severing my source of income

a month before I head home.
This was all that I had.

Gray

Gray
By: Tyler Ross

Hundreds of rubber-like fragments lock in at once, a daily dose of concentrated thoughts ricocheting in and out my brain.  A child’s attention span of emotions running wild without direction, I hide away from the outside.  I am bothered, triggered, and torn between where I want to be, see and feel.  What used to be simple now can never be it seems.  But I still try to find the way out of the gray.  Always in the middle, my life has been birthed that way.  I’m more aware as my journey grows like a lonesome weed in a wildfire field of burning rose.  I once said, “Like shattered glass, I’m breaking free,” but for years I became the glass shattered and I’m finding it hard to mend the pieces in me.  To one day live with less noise and sharpshooting thought and not feel destroyed from the head pounding projections, I myself like a lot.  I’m gray.  

Daydreams

Daydreams
By: Tyler Ross

Water bubbles suction to my window
           like snails do cement.
One by one,
        sliding down under a shy sun.
I follow with my eyes
              and ponder meeting love again.
I'm ready,
      and more awake than ever.

Ultimate

Ultimate

By: Tyler Ross

Focus your love

into my pillowed eyes.

And embrace my hands,

while I kiss your heart

forever.

Melt me again with another infectious smile.

I’m ready

for the world

we imagine

and discuss

everyday

to sweep us up

into fruition.

Pacific Liaison

Pacific Liaison  

By: Tyler Ross

Smile with her

like you mean it

all the time.

And turn those bestowing feelings

she helps generate into the upmost appreciation

and love,

everyday.

Heart Disease

Heart Disease

By: Tyler Ross

Your unspoken sentiments

          propel me to suffer

                     that wounding thought.

How much more

         before my heart stops

                                 beating?