Genosha

Genosha

By: Tyler Ross

Between my walls the foundation is left in ruins

A fantasy world is where I rest my head in attempt to escape from the ugly that surrounds me

Those I called friends sizzled away like water evaporates in the sun

I barricade myself within these walls to weed out those with guns

Who take aim at my target I call my life, in which I try and live to the fullest, away from the strife

Fighting to break free with passion and running from those consumed with apathy

This is my last chance at saving me

Upstate New York

Upstate New York

By: Tyler Ross

A boat for two out to sea

A pair of smiles sets the two free

A calm breeze settles the two

A pair of oars brushes the spring blue

A basket sits full of scrumptious food

A scene of flowers surround them enriched in hues

A day to remember

A day to not forget

A day with infinite romance

A day so exquisite

A five-hour trip

A time with no disruptions

A close, close bond between two

A shot from an arrow brought love’s interruption

First I'm Jazzed Like The 20s, Then Shot Down Like Zeppelin

First I’m Jazzed Like The 20s, Then Shot Down Like Zeppelin

By: Tyler Ross

Just when you thought you had what it takes, the honor is swept out right from under your feet. You analyze your mistakes, but in the end you realize they were all a bunch of fakes. Flakes in nature, you can’t change. They help you get your answers, pushing you to just walk away. Nothing can come clean from the lack of respect. Only neglect by you standing on solid ground, your head straight not being pushed around. Have the good one’s always taken this much heat? I bet more nice is rejected than douche bags automatically considered a defeat. Doesn’t add up or make sense. The logical conclusion still hangs tangled in a barbed wire fence. You can’t comprehend the mixed up world. You won’t understand most of what goes on between gentlemen and selfish girls.

Texas Bell Down A Water Well

Texas Bell Down A Water Well

By: Tyler Ross

Take a look at me. Tell me what you see. I’m feeling empty and you’re not what you said you’d be. You’re a coward. You’re a pretender. Did you think I would believe the stories that you told? Did you think I’d sit around waiting for your words to unfold? Before you, I was doing fine. After you, still not wasting a single second of time. I’m moving on. Can’t watch life pass me by. So fast, so far gone. Not waiting for you to arrive. As your body falls into the depths of the dark, the water will drown you into a cold sleep work of art. Cut the ribbon. We’ve got ourselves first prize, a make-believe lass full of lies. I was just too stupid to realize. Can’t watch life pass me by.

The Wolf Of March

The Wolf Of March

By: Tyler Ross

He packs his belongings and parts for the exit sign

His love isn’t like their love

Foreign to most

A one of a kind

Alone he walks baring his heart and soul

His passions always in constant control

Unwavering to the things he loves most

A stranger to the ones he even considers close

He loves to love

He knows nothing higher

The world is cruel to him

And his deepest desires

But he won’t give up

For he’s learned, “It Finds You”

He knows nothing higher

Than to stand for what he feels is true

Down a single road

He remains the only one

Encircled in the snow or burning in the sun

He knows only to carry on

He’s misunderstood, so they can’t relate

A loner to the earth

He’s accepted his fate

Hungry for the love he hasn’t received yet

A traveler of trails free from disrespect

Bold, but broken

He still finds peace alone

Solo, but hopeful

As an outcast not worried about the undertone

Disconnecting

Disconnecting

By: Tyler Ross

I should have seen you coming

The wrong signs driving down your road

I led myself to keep running

With no certainty of chance

My heart wanted to explode

But, who cares?

You were never there

Severing ties

It’s only fair

Severing ties

Separation to survive

How’s the cold where you live?

What I’d do just to give

A moment in your frozen shoes

Show you how to act

Show you there’s nothing left to lose

Mistakes have happened

And this grown man moves on

Nothing left to say

I now walk away

The guilt now rides on you

You’ve got it your way

Disconnecting any strings left for you to play

Disconnecting my feelings

Nothing left to say

Sick!

SICK!

By: Tyler Ross

I’m sick

Sick of people not inspired

Sick of jobs that won’t rightfully hire

Sick of the transit system

Sick of being tired

Sick of racism

Sick of fascism

Sick of television

Just sick of the entire ism’s

Sick of those preaching

Sick of being led reaching

Sick of bums leeching

Sick of bias teachings

Sick of being lonely

Sick of the fake

Sick of all the hate

Sick of problems that keep me awake

Sick of gay bashing

Sick of planes crashing

Sick of ideas clashing

Sick of opportunities passing

My patience is wearing thin

Sick of lazy Americans

Sick of those without passion

Again, again, and again!

Sick of life labels

Sick of not being able

Sick of popularity

Sick of paying lots for therapy

Sick of the money hungry

Sick of the greed

Sick of people abusing the drug system to get what they need

Sick of narrow minds

Sick of these wars

Sick of the blindness in religion

Sick of media turning us into whores

Sick of all the bullshit shoved in my face

Sick of exclusion because of race

Sick of politics and being told the better side to embrace

Sick of the radio playing the same songs

Sick of the knee-jerking self-righteous ones

Sick of platitudes

Sick of attitudes

Sick of children starving without any food

Sick of platform abusing celebrities

Sick of arguing about comedian hilarity 

Sick of those who judge

Sick of people who don’t recognize love

Sick of cold hearts

Sick of discrimination

Sick of my youth not capitalizing within their generation

Sick of the court system

Sick of those who won’t listen

Sick of opinions in the news (You aren’t journalism)

Sick of being last

Sick of reliving the past

Sick of questions not asked

Sick of people with no class

Sick of the cheaters

Sick of parking meters

Sick of chivalry non-believers

Sick of hanging alone in life's bleachers

Sick of empty words

Sick of not being heard

Sick of 2012

It’s fucking absurd

Sick of dissing vegans

You uneducated and non-planet caring heathens

I’m sick for so many reasons

Sick of wasted life

The excuses and those that quit

Sick of living in a world

that doesn’t give a shit

I’m sick

I’m sick of the lack of communication I see

Sick of selfish personalities

Sick of zombie sucking phone technology

Sometimes I’m sick of me

Sick of mediocrity

Sick of people not returning calls

Sick of the cops not protecting us all

Sick of not having universal health care

Sick of all the pollution in the air

Sick of playing it ‘cool’

Sick of the silence

Sick of all hidden systematic rules

Sick of being ignored

Sick of being poor

Sick of the inequality I see

I’m sick of so much more

I’m sick for those still not free

But somehow, I still have hope in me

I’m sick of...

Please drain some of this massive empathy

I feel sick

Now sick from being me.