Hot, Warm, Hot, Cold or So I Think

Hot, Warm, Hot, Cold or So I Think
By: Tyler Ross

I don't know what certain things mean.
Regarding signals, intended for,
but I don't intend to ignore.
They just fly in, land
and settle like a feather caught on a fence.
I live there when I get this way.
Happy with something new
though unsure with the unnecessary
silence.
A reciprocation lessening
from time to time.
Do the pages turn the same
or is one snagged upon the seemingly high fence
                                                                       I've built?
I never know if I'm doing well
because silence at the end of the day
clutches my hand and holds me
until I can no longer take it.
I seem to not be able to shake it,
so I sit alone
with my records
picking through my brain
late at night like one questions
the unknowns of the universe.
I'm confident but the silence...

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.