Windmill Play

Windmill Play

By: Tyler Ross

He burns bright through atmospheric matter

Free falling into passion, a screaming reaction

Letting the clouds manifest a steady ladder

Words won’t gather, for there is no sight of the ground

His hair whips against the weather leaving an aggressive hissing sound

Non-violent, he let’s the birds hold his trust

Thrusts his hands out and accepts the power of the wind’s gust

Not afraid, he opens up his mouth

Spinning in circles as he let’s go down south

No parachute, no wings, a life without strings

Diving, diving, an end supported by no means

An alarm clock buzz, the sound of an interruption

A trampoline bed bounce cushion obstruction

No sweat, no panic, no crinkles to his face

He flicks the light on, but rolls back over with haste

Mumbling, discontent, and mystified

For once in his life, he knew what it felt to feel alive

Dial 2 For Perfection

Dial 2 For Perfection

By: Tyler Ross

A cold breeze walks up and down my face

The green is covered by white as ice skaters skate

My fingertips are half numb tightly jammed into my pockets

A few brave runners bolt by me like rockets

I focus on the grace of a couple face to face

Her hand gently placed in his hand as they retrace over old bladed lines

Such haste to capture their moment

I feel for them, so I snap photographs of the two grown-ups

My temperature works like a corrupted inside job allowing the winter to enter further than I would consider bearable, I am freezing

I try to reason with the elements, my camera, time, and the classic romance on ice

No dice, I continue to freeze

A soreness surfaces in my knee, but I won’t give up on what I truly need

Digging for the perfect set of life on skates

I change position for a vantage point once imagined staying up late

They created their own fate – perfect love

A soft kiss, a smile, a silly off balanced and falling hug ending in laughter captured

Shutter glory

A short photo story

Bearing my heart and soul passionately reaching through my lens

I bundled up as I finished and made amends

To my body frozen, but still ready to feel their joy in the end

Connection was contagious

I picked up my phone, dialed her number and hit send…

Love In Life

Love In Life

By: Tyler Ross

If you really have heart, you’ve got nothing to prove. If you truly love yourself, you’ve got nothing to lose. It goes without saying; your actions validate your displaying and words lead the way. Make the most of everyday, till you grow old and gray. Find passion and let it catapult you. Don’t burn any bridges unless you absolutely have to. Stay true to yourself and never sway to any other. Don’t limit yourself; keep it positive in order to keep it together. Love is in you, so focus on what matters. Keep to your true friends, family, and carry them up life’s ladder. You must remain on the bright side. You won’t make it out alive. You must fight to stay on the bright side (Love in Life). Enough negativity as is holding back mostly everyone else inside.

A Passion For Painting Red

A Passion For Painting Red

By: Tyler Ross

There is a cold emptiness of a feeling consuming my insides

I’m starting to visualize a bigger picture that’s cutting me down to size

Who knew there was a monster eager to be free within me?

I want those to tempt me, so I can act selfishly

My eyes are filled with heat and appear shallow

My mind is continuously visited by villainous contemplation

The things that once mattered have no true impact anymore

What am I becoming that has me feeling such an overwhelming, but joyous sensation?

Trouble is coming, but no one will be warned

I’ve spent years perfecting innocence, but now I’ve been reborn

Soon, those will see my true colors for what they truly are

I’ve walked too perfect; too perfect hiding all my scars

I love one and that one is myself

I don’t enjoy most people

Facts are facts; I don’t plan on getting help

Nothing can fix these up and coming impulses

I don’t plan for those to understand

But I will make it known

This birth of a new man

There is a jagged line in between the black and the white

I’ve found my release from these callous beings in my sight

Hunger urges for a feast long awaited in this weary wit

I’m coming to devour this pain in my head that won’t quit

Armed with the white horse

The darkened world will now have light

Taking out the garbage

Erasing all that are toxic in my life

Note: Inside the mind of a mad man perhaps...definitely not me.

Sponge Heart, Champion Brain

Sponge Heart, Champion Brain

By: Tyler Ross

Some things never change

Faces come and faces go

I try, I try, and I try

But I can’t seem to act on or trust where most lie

A victim

I can do it to myself

A force of bitterness

I can’t let this continue to exist

No risk, no glory

No reason to carry on this story

Bamboozled

You got me

But now I’ve escaped

I control my mind and my fate

Layers of bad

I manifest steps

I climb, I climb, and I climb

The world tends to balance out the mess

When I give up

I forfeit the chance to overcome

A winner’s mentality

I’ve got the PMA (Positive Mental Attitude)

I’ve already won

Escalator Jazz

Escalator Jazz

By: Tyler Ross

It’s been a week and already I’ve accepted defeat

One look and I was hooked

Admittance unsure, but my thoughts are pure

Interests have been submitted silently

I keep them near

Mentally within I want to win

I only ask for the natural attention

Come as it may

My mind won’t sway

Slightly obsessed

I confess

Curiosity at its best

This spunkiness speaks

Contagious energy greets

Nervous, I am

Next move somewhat out of tune

Soon, soon, soon

Fascination looms

Another time to venture textually directed toward me

I like what has happened to me

Yesterday was a short-lived delight

Hoping my instincts lead me right

Born This Way, Die This Way

Born This Way, Die This Way

By: Tyler Ross

If I had a wish and for it did come true

I’d tie it to a cannonball and send it toward the moon

What kind of man would I be pondering all these thoughts?

Do I not value what I have and work hard for what I got?

If you ask me, I’m going to push it away

Nothing can ever come as easy as you say

Instead you’ll pressure me and ask why

Everything I do for myself, and I never question time

I hold more to myself, trust only myself

Those who have tried have only hurt themselves

I won’t let my heart skip a beat for the ones who don’t suit me

You see these calloused hands? What do you make of them?

They’ve been through more life than you will ever understand

Too good for you

I’ll walk away

This heart remains true

I’ll survive another wave

Of bullshit on my own through this quested youth

I seek the truth