2017

2017

By: Tyler Ross

Hand over the phone, 

my thoughts are gathering 

and let me explain 

why I think my mind is scattering. 

Walking around with my face in my hands 

trying to understand 

why I have no plans. 

Friends are absent. 

I’m constantly forgotten. 

Just some facts 

that make waking up feel rotten. 

Some days I can barely exist. 

Frustrated with the world around me 

caught in its twist. 

Its constant struggle 

inside my head. 

Not understanding why 

most empathy is dead.

Nothing’s changing 

and I probably will be 

losing all patience and the hope left in me. 

Jaded more than I ever have been. 

The ego’s are too strong 

and bad behavior still wins. 

Some days I’d rather call it than have to deal 

or try to get involved with it. 

Its not for me nor will it ever be 

a place to see 20/20. 

Some days I wish I wouldn’t be.

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?

Braindead

Braindead

By: Tyler Ross

There’s a disconnect

over saturating the world.

Uploaded, downloaded, 

distorted and distractingly whirled 

human connect falls 

to its knees

begging for another fix

training the brain to submit

more minds dead in the mix

controlled and summoned

A life inside a screen

a world with less of a dream

trapped where no one cares if you scream

with everything at hand

retaining information

is now foreign to understand

reevaluate what’s at stake

when obsession becomes a big mistake

desensitized,

no longer can we relate

you can’t get out

unless you go away

a less civilized and lazy Earth

our price to fucking pay

Take a stand

Get out while you still can

Reprogram the brain

Do more than you can

Its on us to reconnect

and snap out of it

dig up our roots

or live with what we get

braindead with a life in debt