Worded Weapons

Worded Weapons
By: Tyler Ross

I’m equipped with the lyrical fire 

that’s desired,

which will take you higher, than the liars 

backing you like a choir

to inspire.

Even if you didn’t know it.

You admire.

The way your eyes reply, its not a disguise

but in the open, putting the truth in motion

and leaving you wanting more

I’m quotin’

like good sex leaving you in a hex

reflectin’ at the time

I’m devine.

Leaving you the greatest impression in your mind.

As I rhyme

and climb up your spine.

Addiction infliction

as you study my diction

you become fixin’

on every line

I’m not missin’

but I’m kissin’ your memory

planting the rich treasury

that’s travelin’ all feathery

hugging the shit outta your soul.

You lack control

as I devour you whole.

My verbal education

and positive vibrations

ignite the coals in your heart.

Smoking you out.

I spark art

Destroying you to the core

And soon,

you’ll be no more.

Playing A Part, But Not Your Lead

Playing A Part, But Not Your Lead

By: Tyler Ross

Your silence says everything.

(Thanks again)

I now know I don’t mean anything

to you.

I’m in the way

and taking up space

where there’s a void 

of something I can’t fill

or replace

for you,

to be

the person you’ve become that went from treating me

from something to nothing

as you grew further 

from your actions and words

that kept me warm 

when you kept cold inside

not speaking your mind

and wasting all this time.

When you could have stayed away

and saved your days,

for someone else or yourself.

I don’t understand

why you left me on the shelf

to collect this hurt.

Again and again,

dust turns into dirt

now under your shoes.

Nothing left to lose,

I gotta carry on

now you’re just old news

as I choose

a new place for me

and sew shut these wounds.

I’m more exposed

again wearing these blues

and it’s getting harder and harder

to trust when you’re constantly used.

Numb infused

and recovery gets easier.

I hate what I’ve been turned into.

Nothing.