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.

I, Purge

I, Purge

By: Tyler Ross

I’m vulnerable.

I leap.

My feelings seep.

They can make me weak.

Misinterpreted by hypocritical ears.

They aren’t my friends.

We play “just pretend”

socially on the net to no end.

No need to extend

since they refuse my hand

and try to make an effort.

I bite my tongue

meet teeth to teeth

to refrain from sinking deep

or losing any sleep.

Its no use.

No peace, no truce.

The world’s fucked and lost its juice.

What’s the use?

Amongst judgmental beings

stained with their shifty in betweens.

Nothing is good enough.

But everything can be seen.

No attention can be held.

Distractions always felt.

I blame me for even bothering

now its fucking with my health.

I’ll walk away

before I decay

and compromise my sanity.

Too much vanity,

ego driven fantasy

you’re all so dead.

Six feet under me

living off all this insanity.