Friendship (1994-present)
By: Tyler Ross
All
I've
wanted
was
to be included
more than
once.
* As an adult, friendship is a thing I don't believe in just like santa claus and magic. It's something I've read about, seen amongst my peers and dreamt about growing up, but I've never experienced a tight-knit, consistent group of people as friends in my life. I've always been the middle man, the last resort, or the go-to. I played baseball competitively as a youth and onward through high school and football, but even there, I never felt more than just a teammate on the field for that time being. I can never grasp what true lasting friendship means. It's kind of like growing up without a parent or not shown much love to where you become overly sensitive toward the subject or standoffish when its finally presented. It just hurts to think about it. This is where I'm still at going on 30 years old. It's quite tough to make substantial friends, even living in Los Angeles and working within the entertainment business. It's a very lonely feeling for me still no matter how much I put myself out there. The receiving end is usually very little to none, but still I wait and or try.
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Heart Disease
Heart Disease
By: Tyler Ross
Your unspoken sentiments
propel me to suffer
that wounding thought.
How much more
before my heart stops
beating?
Labels:
bewilderment,
disconnect,
Heart Disease,
hurt,
poem,
Poetry,
struggle,
Tyler Ross,
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