Dwelling For Light

Dwelling For Light

By: Tyler Ross

in this dark place,

you may find fragments

of me

my existential crisis

the deepest fears

and the sadnesses,

which have consumed,

relented

and fractured

their way into hope.

Broken

and trying. Clawing my way out.

I don’t feel close,

as I tread through;

the loneliness 

hugging this tight space.

Breath short,

eyes in haze

and mind close to cave.

Dreams, wishes

surfacing into place

again working my being

as I’m further from

one thing wanted 

oh, you know 

not just a taste 

that becomes fleeting

and leaves my heart aching

beating for more

until their is nothing

more than feeling stranded

a build up of connecting

to be left

abandoned

again and again

back into the cycle,

to this hole.

Cold breaking my soul,

when I don’t want to be

buried beneath

the things consistently 

taking its toll.

Further losing control.

Like binging a large pizza

then debating another slice when full.

Its Summer, So Why Is It Snowing?

Its Summer, So Why Is It Snowing?

By: Tyler Ross

Step into a mind that’s different than yours.

When respect is paid but not returned.

You got a lot of nerve 

and no excuse.

When the time comes,

its the power of another you abuse.

I’ve got a short fuse,

and can’t seem to choose.

If I should just walk away

or get a better clue.

You’ve meant that much

and it fucks me up.

How you could just pull the plug

saying enough’s enough?

It ain’t that easy

please hear me out.

I saw something special

between us no doubt.

I know you felt it too 

and I’m not asking much of you.

Just reconsider how you treat me

when I step into your view.

No tolerance for lies.

No exception for deception.

The time is now for your confession.

I’d walk away now,

but then you wouldn’t learn your lesson.

Empathy is in question.

Help me understand 

this unwanted tension.

The Definition Of Insanity

The Definition Of Insanity

By: Tyler Ross

People can be devalued by speaking the truth,

while others can level up

instantly just by being 

conscious

or less present

or showing less care.

Its a crime to be “there”

Two truly connecting

is irrelevant 

no matter how fluid 

the consistency.

Its a mystery

or it’s a cop-out.

You decide

as frustration settles

once more.

I’ll never understand

as I’m forced 

through another door.

A helpless feeling 

in these situations

forevermore.

We're All Gonna Die (Born To Die Revisited)

We're All Gonna Die (Born To Die Revisited)

By: Tyler Ross

Creeping around the corner

I see death,

distorted minds

with no order, turning to chaos

I turn a cold shoulder

as I paint outside your lines.

It’s hard for positivity to set

with neglect

I live within these walls

can’t be settled as of yet.

Closed blinds against judgmental times

I pen words as a release

to find ultimate peace inside my mind.

I seem to pay for having respect,

pushing for a steady check.

Ready to die,

there’s no fear for I choose to accept.

We’re all born to die.

During such turbulent times,

I smile with the rest before fear interrupts my mind.

We’re all born to die.

Everyone for themselves.

it’s money over a life of natural wealth.

We’re all born to die.

So many have left their hearts on the shelf

never questioning the disconnect between themselves.

We’re all gonna die.

Time for peace from a world lacking empathy.

Turn cold 
to a world that continues to bury the good-hearted humanity. 

We’re all born to die.

My life won’t flash before my eyes.

I kiss my mom, brother and my dad goodbye

We’re all born to die.

As the darkness seeps,

no light will show

when they bury me 

six feet deep.

To Live By

Nature shows us truth.
It doesn’t lie or try to be something it’s not. 
We get complete transparency. 
And there is a freeing sense that we never really have to question what we get.

- TNR

Monkey See, Please Do

Monkey See, Please Do

By: Tyler Ross

When every human 

starts 

to care for others 

without any expectations or 

anything in return, 

then you can talk 

to me 

about empathy.

Trepidation

Trepidation
By: Tyler Ross

Uncomfortably still,
I lay stiff and deteriorated 

with tightened muscles,
fighting 

the darkness seeping inside my brain, 

as I stressfully mumble out, 

“I don’t want to die. 

I don’t want to die.” 

Minutes later, 

the hospital becomes blanketed with black. 

Like anesthesia and sleep, 

my lungs tread life one last time 

as my last exhale is filled with fear 

and nothingness. 

Earth’s beings hold the proof, 

the proof I existed.