Not My Cup Of Comfort

Not My Cup Of Comfort
By: Tyler Ross

Today is the day that I free myself
Could you see it coming after the declining of my health?
I begged and pleaded, please don’t go away
Now I close my eyes and pretend to forget you, anyway
I hate this feeling and the way it has to be
The only time I hated you is when you gave up on me
But, let’s be honest we’re a great fucking match
And the only way you’ll remember is if I let go, and move on from our past

Acting To Get By

Acting To Get By

By: Tyler Ross

He was asked what's wrong, but he replied, "I'm fine."

We called him a bad actor.

His emotions like after a jog shined over his skin.

Uncomfortable with the withdrawals, he suffered.

Due to the fact he was without

the one he truly cared for, who remained distant.

Not knowing what she wanted, he still felt true love was there

hiding its pretty half of the face.

Right now, she hadn't the interest or the care.

So, he acted.

Putting on the best facade he possibly could

because he was dying inside knowing he could no longer surface

such intense feelings, for they pushed his love further away.

His core, where he kept her;

the conquering all, the stellar, the comparable to nothing left uncertain for its return.

He walks with his head up, but inside he burned.

It escaped sometimes.

Sometimes around her, we still called him a bad actor.

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Solutions

Solutions
By: Tyler Ross

To the place of dreams where all life limbos, waiting to bloom
Attracting silence, but swimming in motion searching for the truth
Where discomfort throws a party, but only invites you
I was clawing through its darkness, were I found the proof

In the solutions, where the problem blindfolds progress, begging for more
As I fought myself and the unhealthiness to an evening of the score
To find the respect I needed and the clarity to rebuild, opening up space
Not realizing I was pushing away positive, leaving emptiness to replace

I tried everything, forcing more than I wanted to
I let stress take control; it rubbed off into your soul
Now, to the place of action where life takes baby steps, waiting for you
To the place of action where life takes baby steps, waiting for you

Chutes & Ladders

Chutes & Ladders
By: Tyler Ross

My secrets seep
They make me weak
When heard by the wrong ears
They aren’t my friends
We play ‘just pretend’
On the old stomping grounds of resonance
I bite my tongue
Then meet teeth-to-teeth
To refrain from making sense
Amongst judgmental beings
Stained and convoluted grassy greens
With makeshift fences
I blame me.

Not hip to your world
In what we all find to be cool
Over thinking, I’ve got these tools
Still in denial, I sing with a poor man’s smile
Passionate, but hell bent
That money motivates your style
My stomach’s churning
Hot and bothered, depressed and burning
The useless act to compare
Just be myself
I always told myself
But, I blame you.

Worried (life moves in a hurry)
I can’t slow it down
My days are like chutes
Fucking ladders can’t be found
Worried (forcing my life’s journey)
Full of mistakes
Disillusioned myself again
Turning this around is what it’ll take

Tantalizing faces creep
They cut me deep
By their attempts to lend a hand
I am self-aware,
Although I stare
I’m aware there’s deception there
My hopes are cloud 9.2
An above average grade I’ve painted blue
By the help of the healthy heart I once knew
Not only can I not compete
This heartache boils inside of me
And so I’m told it just wasn’t meant to be
I blame these dreams and me
For letting me believe this distance was sincerity

Worried (life moves in a hurry)
I can’t slow it down
My days are like chutes
Fucking ladders can’t be found
Worried (forcing my life’s journey)
Creates unnecessary mistakes
Disillusioned myself again
My confidence is returning

And so is my peace of mind

So, I give thanks

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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