With or Without You

With or Without You

by: Tyler Ross

Place your bet

make it count.

The hand you deal,

for the exact amount.

Lots of noise,

remove the buzz.

Focus your mind,

stay away from what was.

Learn from silence,

face your facts.

Don’t underestimate fear,

it’ll send you two steps back.

Forward progress,

lift your anchor.

Be careful with who you trust.

Lead with heart,

not anger.

Open your mind,

and see,

the endless amount of possibilities.

Let go of hope.

No more doubt.

Relinquish control

and reroute

The time is now.

Nothing Lasts Forever

Nothing Lasts Forever

By: Tyler Ross

Your so-called intentions are no extension

to how you truly feel.

You play people pretending to be their friend,

but in the end

you’re just as pathetic 

as the words your actions could never live up to.

Who’s fooling who?

I’ve got some unsolicited advice for you!

Nothing lasts forever.

One day those knocks at your door will cease.

Nothing lasts forever.

No will to feed this lowlife beast.

Our ties have been fully severed.

Oh, you think you’re clever

serving me your excuses

countless times

and rendering my attempts useless?

If you wanted to, you would have.

Speak up when spoken to.

It takes two.

Keep doing what you do,

cause in the end

no one will extend

or pay you the time of day

when this is how you choose to behave.

Please do me a favor

and evolve

or go the fuck AWAY!

2017

2017

By: Tyler Ross

Hand over the phone, 

my thoughts are gathering 

and let me explain 

why I think my mind is scattering. 

Walking around with my face in my hands 

trying to understand 

why I have no plans. 

Friends are absent. 

I’m constantly forgotten. 

Just some facts 

that make waking up feel rotten. 

Some days I can barely exist. 

Frustrated with the world around me 

caught in its twist. 

Its constant struggle 

inside my head. 

Not understanding why 

most empathy is dead.

Nothing’s changing 

and I probably will be 

losing all patience and the hope left in me. 

Jaded more than I ever have been. 

The ego’s are too strong 

and bad behavior still wins. 

Some days I’d rather call it than have to deal 

or try to get involved with it. 

Its not for me nor will it ever be 

a place to see 20/20. 

Some days I wish I wouldn’t be.

Playing A Part, But Not Your Lead

Playing A Part, But Not Your Lead

By: Tyler Ross

Your silence says everything.

(Thanks again)

I now know I don’t mean anything

to you.

I’m in the way

and taking up space

where there’s a void 

of something I can’t fill

or replace

for you,

to be

the person you’ve become that went from treating me

from something to nothing

as you grew further 

from your actions and words

that kept me warm 

when you kept cold inside

not speaking your mind

and wasting all this time.

When you could have stayed away

and saved your days,

for someone else or yourself.

I don’t understand

why you left me on the shelf

to collect this hurt.

Again and again,

dust turns into dirt

now under your shoes.

Nothing left to lose,

I gotta carry on

now you’re just old news

as I choose

a new place for me

and sew shut these wounds.

I’m more exposed

again wearing these blues

and it’s getting harder and harder

to trust when you’re constantly used.

Numb infused

and recovery gets easier.

I hate what I’ve been turned into.

Nothing.

The Middle Finger Acceptance

The Middle Finger Acceptance

by: Tyler Ross

I am temporary.

Easily forgotten.

A toy on and off the shelf.

Abandoned,

or

mislead.

The slow decline of health.

Mostly used.

More broken.

Can’t understand the unspoken.

The world still rotates on.

Little to no replies.

No one knows why I’m really dying inside.

Constantly feel like a bother.

Genuine or nice won’t suffice.

No one really seems to try.

Reciprocation absent, why?

No one really even says goodbye.

A reflection of many.

What a time to be alive,

as I feel my heart die,

I stick these middle fingers

deep into my eyes.

No more words,

drowning in the absurd.

May 25th, 8AM

May 25th, 8AM
by: Tyler Ross

We met over coffee
with limited time.
The roast was okay,
but your presence sublime.
A couple of delightful hours
zipped on by
and yet,
soon you had to fly.
Work was calling,
time to say goodbye.
Collected a couple moments
by film photo choice.
I left smiling
with wonder thinking
of the kindness in your voice.
Not enough day spent,
I selfishly thought.
Will we get more time,
or was this all we got?
Months have gone by
and still I smile
when thinking of you.
Happy when your name pops up
even if I've been blue.
I want to stand out.
Be a name to you.
See you again face to face.
Get to know the real you.
And fill in all this unknown space.
More time spent, which I chase.

What's It To You?

What’s It To You?

by: Tyler Ross

Everything fades and goes away.

The game of life you constantly play.

Time doesn’t heal, it hardens your mind.

You either learn to deal or get left behind.

Face the facts and force yourself to carry on.

Find your bliss before you’re gone.

It's a cold world with too many that take.

Move on from the greedy, unkind and fake.

It’s hard to cope when you rarely relate.

Always feeling like you’ve gotta escape.

The ego, the one-uppers, the disrespectful fools,

the big mouths sucking the air out of the rooms.

The liars, cheaters, and manipulative scum

poisoning healthy human progression one by one.

The self-centered, selfishly consumed

lacking empathy adding more Earthly doom.

We’ll all be gone soon.

So, what’s it to you?