Feed Flowers, Kill Weeds

Feed Flowers, Kill Weeds

By: Tyler Ross

Communication is at an all-time low.

Some would rather blow you off

then just say no.

Cold, and not just the temperature of actions.

Frigid fucking souls

showing true cards.

Can’t draw no satisfaction. 

We know information has been received.

Your lack of action will not achieve respect, 

but only solidify what we do next

and that is nothing.

Go ahead and keep fronting

with those hypocritical social media posts.

A person should be… communication is key… I’m sad when people… are you kidding me?

That’s you! More importantly.

No self-reflection.

Ego driven, never learning the lesson.

Too afraid to speak up.

Too selfish to drink what you pour in other cups.

Because we know you’re full of shit.

Treating people like you’re above it.

Pure greed.

Silence until attention hunger grows like a weed. 

Me, me, me, me.

“Society says, I owe you nothing” (eye roll)

Some truth to it, I’m told.

Blah. Blah. Blah. Okay, you’re free!

Back into the cold where you belong.

So long.

No longer contact me. 

Feed flowers, kill weeds.

Know the difference.

Where Are You Doctor Manhattan When We Need You?

Where Are You Doctor Manhattan When We Need You?
by: Tyler Ross

I wish Doctor Manhattan were real.

There’s a rage I feel 

toward everyone with 

powerful privileged lips sealed, 

while another person of color killed.

By the hands sworn to protect.

Instead you put a knee to his neck?

Last time I checked,

no life is yours to take.

Your bed you’re deciding to make?

Before you think to do.

I’d choose 

Life

or you’re screwed.

Be better or you’ll lose.

His hand is the fire.

Your next negative action is the fuse.

Time for a changin’

so spread the news

or he’s coming for each 

and every one of you.

 I will fight 

for them all.

Since those 

in power hardly make the right call.

So its got me daydreaming,

because at least 

in this world,

no more 

have to fall.

And lose out on life.

In reality I’m screaming!

Let’s stand the fuck up 

and keep black lives 

breathing.

More Than

More Than

By: Tyler Ross

We take it in and accept its stay.

A powerful tool, but not just a tool,

today.

It runs our lives and measures our worth.

So we believe in validation

forgetting our limited time on this Earth.

Counting the numbers like currency

It’s absurd.

All can fall down with 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 the addiction.

You’d think this was fiction

or SciFi, they way we’re controlled

all by these lies.

Be more pretty, loud, and proud, more fit,

don’t take anymore of this superficial bullshit!

It’s not legit, so quit

while you’re ahead.

Instead of checking out

unaware of what reality has fed.

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

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