Ask Me To Put The Fire Out Again

Ask Me To Put The Fire Out Again

By: Tyler Ross

I've been thinking to myself

on these stagnate hours alone

when driving, with activities, before bed

or where my conscious roams.

I don't need anybody else.

I don't need anybody else.

I've been having these days

where silence sits me still.

It corners me and possesses me,

reiterating overkill.

Between the distance and me

not much fills the space.

Curiosities spark, I clutch my burning head.

Get me out of this goddamn place.

I don't need anybody else.

I don't need anybody else

but you.

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Intentional Disguise

Intentional Disguise

By: Tyler Ross

Have you ever conjectured why I spend most days alone?

Or the reasons I hardly pick up the phone?

Let this be a lesson in paying attention

I’ve got some issues I’m scared to mention

I’m badly bruised from love and it’s feeling inside

With much complication, trying to walk with my head held high

Most days I just try to be by myself

Well aware I’ve created a distance between everyone else

I recognize that it’s safer

I recognize that it’s safer for me that way

I’d rather use evasion as a strategy

Because there isn’t much that impresses me

I will pacify my ideals with some meditation

Because in the end, I care more for substantial conversation

Call me selfish, a hermit, and or a jerk

I’m trying my best to believe it will all just work

Focused on what’s truly right for me

Laughing and still searching for some sanity

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Who Needs Isolation Anyway

Who Needs Isolation Anyway

By: Tyler Ross

As I sit in anguish with the world rotating on.

My body is flush and my nerves are cut one by one.

This rush of a thought that keeps me in,

is the cancer rooting itself out expelling from my skin.

Exposed like water frozen into a cube.

As I contemplate all the reasons I was perfect for you.

Distractions come and go, but they may never take

my reality, which I fight against fantasy, I want to escape.

I’m tired, so very tired of feeling this way.

Who needs isolation?

Who needs isolation anyway?

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Caged Bird Screams

Caged Bird Screams
By: Tyler Ross

In come the strings playing to my heart
No symphony appears, no other melodies
I'm neither here nor far

From the brink of breaking from these tears
A boundless jail cell of stellar memories spilling hope
like our dreams to fly together, forever

now ending in fear from clipped wings.

My coat is blue and core is bursting in two
An alka seltzer submitted sparked fuse
A squawking frustrated lonely abuse

Hunger pains for her sun’s rays
Melancholy’s tune, a loss sputtering out of control
Falling and swallowing the cold, but forever in love

this cage bird still sings…

Boom!

Unspoken Tangents

Unspoken Tangents

By: Tyler Ross


Claustrophobic, I’m sick

waiting for your walls to sit

Still, a state of mind

I can’t come to grip

Your intentions

Skewed

I feel as if my heart could rip

out of my chest

I guessed wrong again

What’s wrong with me?

I can’t remember a time

when you told me things would be

just fine

I’ve binged

Cynical and walking down these pathogens

closely shoveled behind my selfish grins

A cancer bound like a bomb

waiting to explode

and expose

a self-made injection

from a historical infection

pinned to your perfection

Internal brain splatter

spills in a hundred directions

Rhythm

Rhythm

By: Tyler Ross

Twang, strum, twang & strum,
the true sound of practice

and in that third hour
my pointer finger pulsated like

a door’s slam

on a child’s hand.

Wax On, Wax Off

“Whatever the mind can conceive, it can achieve.”

PMA (Positive Mental Attitude) - Napoleon Hill

Wax On, Wax Off

By: Tyler Ross

Collaboration, he swallows his insecurities

12:30pm, Mara-minded brain attack, slumber

Mouth full, and blockaded by a napkin

Interruptions clanging to utensils, his thoughts keep him asking

This crowded room full of memorable noise

Trepidation, the voices stutter carelessly throughout his leg

Ashamed, he struggles, fighting twisted delusions

A dirty napkin, his excuse to flee another day of illusion

In limbo, the exit door closest to the bathroom

His vindicated solution and path toward an enlightened lifestyle

Meditation and PMA