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.
Saturday, May 17, 2014
Saturday, May 10, 2014
Sad
Sad
By: Tyler Ross
Its 2am
and my sexual frustrations find me
masturbating on the toilet
feeling sorry for myself
because
I am a bummed out
sucker, who treated the girl he likes
a bit too nicely
or so it seems...
Now feeling the ignoring process
roll on through,
my mind reaches out
into the silence
for hope,
but my lonely libido
distracts and
numbs the hurt
for just a couple minutes
before
I start to miss her again.
By: Tyler Ross
Its 2am
and my sexual frustrations find me
masturbating on the toilet
feeling sorry for myself
because
I am a bummed out
sucker, who treated the girl he likes
a bit too nicely
or so it seems...
Now feeling the ignoring process
roll on through,
my mind reaches out
into the silence
for hope,
but my lonely libido
distracts and
numbs the hurt
for just a couple minutes
before
I start to miss her again.
Labels:
art imitating life,
poem,
Poetry,
reflection,
sad,
sucker,
Tyler Ross,
vice
Thursday, May 8, 2014
Hot, Warm, Hot, Cold or So I Think
Hot, Warm, Hot, Cold or So I Think
By: Tyler Ross
I don't know what certain things mean.
Regarding signals, intended for,
but I don't intend to ignore.
They just fly in, land
and settle like a feather caught on a fence.
I live there when I get this way.
Happy with something new
though unsure with the unnecessary
silence.
A reciprocation lessening
from time to time.
Do the pages turn the same
or is one snagged upon the seemingly high fence
I've built?
I never know if I'm doing well
because silence at the end of the day
clutches my hand and holds me
until I can no longer take it.
I seem to not be able to shake it,
so I sit alone
with my records
picking through my brain
late at night like one questions
the unknowns of the universe.
I'm confident but the silence...
By: Tyler Ross
I don't know what certain things mean.
Regarding signals, intended for,
but I don't intend to ignore.
They just fly in, land
and settle like a feather caught on a fence.
I live there when I get this way.
Happy with something new
though unsure with the unnecessary
silence.
A reciprocation lessening
from time to time.
Do the pages turn the same
or is one snagged upon the seemingly high fence
I've built?
I never know if I'm doing well
because silence at the end of the day
clutches my hand and holds me
until I can no longer take it.
I seem to not be able to shake it,
so I sit alone
with my records
picking through my brain
late at night like one questions
the unknowns of the universe.
I'm confident but the silence...
Wednesday, May 7, 2014
Nice Girl
Nice Girl
By: Tyler Ross
In my mind, I’m not fine.
Seek me out, any time.
Erase the noise,
By: Tyler Ross
In my mind, I’m not fine.
Seek me out, any time.
Erase the noise,
that keeps revisiting me.
Sow me up at my mouth.
Don’t give me reasons,
to laugh about.
I was happy no less than twelve hours ago.
In my mind, I was fine.
Reached on out, now I’m blind
stolen senses,
there’s a silence now living in you.
Build me up, break me down.
Give me little,
then you head on out.
I'm not sure what this all really means.
I gave you me,
You ate it up
I’m just bones left to dust.
I could have sworn
you wanted this like me.
Labels:
nice girl,
poem,
reflection,
song,
Tyler Ross
Saturday, April 12, 2014
Unofficial Agenda
She
always kept him safe
in that place when she was all alone.
She loved two,
even when
even when
she called one her home.
Labels:
alone,
Atrossity,
deception,
love,
poem,
Poetry,
Tyler Ross,
Unofficial Agenda,
writing
Saturday, January 4, 2014
Monkey See, Please Do
Monkey See, Please Do
By: Tyler Ross
When every human
When every human
starts
to care for others
without any expectations or
anything
in return,
then you can talk
to me
about empathy.
Labels:
Atrossity,
empathy,
help,
human nature,
life,
Monkey See Please Do,
perspective,
poem,
sad,
Tyler Ross,
words,
world views
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
20 Plus Years
20 Plus Years
By: Tyler Ross
I’m uncomfortable
By: Tyler Ross
I’m uncomfortable
at the constant
thought that I miss
my friends.
The only ones left,
they’re inside my head.
I once spoke to a woman
that told me
if someone doesn’t make
the effort
in return
after three tries,
to let up. But I
never quite
understood,
because I cared so fucking much for
those I wanted close
those I wanted close
kept getting so far
away.
Wanted to see me.
Life is lonely
when efforts are made in sizable numbers,
but the number
in return
formulated this hole
into my heart. Fuck feeling
the efforts I’ve employed
return as I feel sad,
disappointment. I used to not care,
but as I get older I care
more to have my friends.
Labels:
20 plus years,
disappointed,
friends,
poet,
present,
rather be dead,
reflection,
sad,
Tyler Ross,
writer
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