Feed Flowers, Kill Weeds

Feed Flowers, Kill Weeds

By: Tyler Ross

Communication is at an all-time low.

Some would rather blow you off

then just say no.

Cold, and not just the temperature of actions.

Frigid fucking souls

showing true cards.

Can’t draw no satisfaction. 

We know information has been received.

Your lack of action will not achieve respect, 

but only solidify what we do next

and that is nothing.

Go ahead and keep fronting

with those hypocritical social media posts.

A person should be… communication is key… I’m sad when people… are you kidding me?

That’s you! More importantly.

No self-reflection.

Ego driven, never learning the lesson.

Too afraid to speak up.

Too selfish to drink what you pour in other cups.

Because we know you’re full of shit.

Treating people like you’re above it.

Pure greed.

Silence until attention hunger grows like a weed. 

Me, me, me, me.

“Society says, I owe you nothing” (eye roll)

Some truth to it, I’m told.

Blah. Blah. Blah. Okay, you’re free!

Back into the cold where you belong.

So long.

No longer contact me. 

Feed flowers, kill weeds.

Know the difference.

Trimming The Fat

Trimming The Fat

By: Tyler Ross

You’re too important 

but I don’t care to know

what your excuses are

because you already showed

your lack of respect

for my time.

So I’ll take that sign

And, boy I’ll let it shine.

Let it shine, oh, let it shine.

I won’t pine my mind,

or get lost in your kind.

I won’t teach you a lesson

because that aggression

only creates an obsession 

where I’m giving too much of me

and you’re too blind to see, no question.

The energy you stole

you can keep, it’s fine.

I can read between your lines.

But know I won’t be coming back.

There’s a word already for that.

A doormat.

Rubbed off, left behind discarded like trash.

I know better than that.

It’s real hard to think about anyone else

when you’re too caught up in yourself.

It sucks, but what I know is beyond wealth,

and will help me now take better care of myself.

I Wish I Could Help Everyone

"Just gonna fly into the sun. 

Then when I’m reborn as the Phoenix,

I’ll come save everyone."

- me (Tyler Nathaniel Ross)

Ups & Downs

Ups & Downs

By: Tyler Ross

 

I see you trying, but you’re lying

to yourself.

There’s no other way, 

but I promise you today,

there is.

Take those feelings and release them

into the air.

And breathe in and out slowly

because you care.

I say this with love and no disrespect.

You got to remember all the lives you affect.

It’s more than a count on just one hand.

The world is a better place with you in it.

I hope you understand.

Hunger Pains

Hunger Pains

By: Tyler Ross

I know that you don’t see me,

but I love you still.

I’ve found my time is needy,

and I’m lacking the will.

To see outside of me

and my selfish ways.

We just pretend to be strong,

while caught up in our own waves.

Tumbling and crashing,

trying to take the reins.

Struggling and disconnecting,

feeding our own hunger pains.

I know that you don’t hear me,

but I love you still.

I’ve been working on myself,

trying to stabilize this commitment pill.

To know its hurting to see

and feel these words.

This distance isn’t just torture.

It’s crushing and for the birds.

Tumbling and crashing,

trying to take the reins.

Struggling and disconnecting,

feeding our own hunger pains.

Like Paper In The Wind

Like Paper In The Wind

By: Tyler Ross

Its funny how you say it,

like you have my back,

but when its time to be a friend

there’s just too much slack.

When trying to bridge this gap,

it becomes too much work.

I can’t seem to find the balance

limboing between the surface and the murk.

It drives me berserk

walking this constant one-way street.

Basic expectations become a luxury

when phoniness is a broken record on repeat.

I hate feeling like a freak.

A fiend yearning for a normal fix.

Where are the genuine people at

who want real friendships?

C’mon, let’s take a trip

down memory lane.

You know that place

where your type run this fucked up game?

You’re all the same,

but that’s been said before.

I won’t see any positive results

knocking at your door.

Maybe it’s a talk we’ve been putting off.

I can’t dodge anymore of your toxic molotovs.

A quick rip from the table cloth.

Can you see how much still remains?

For me, not enough.

I’m out and once your smoke clears

you won’t find me lingering about.

Won’t be hurting myself anymore

looking in mirrors.

Cheers!

Don’t let your shitty behavior hit you on the way to hell.

Respect is give and take,

can't you tell?

Maybe I’ll finally stop putting quarters in LA’s friendship well.

I don’t want to attract any more phonies to my nice.

Next time you cross me and fuck with my time. 

Think twice.

No more questionable ties.

Word to the fucking wise.

Goodbye.

Re-Learning To Love Thy Self: A.P.C. Part 2

Re-Learning To Love Thy Self: A.P.C. Part 2

by: Tyler Ross

Still figuring out how to love myself.

I try to look deep down

and there’s a sadness 

affecting my health.

I know it’s there.

Love lost because I decided to

tear at my heart

Dared to part

with the warmest I’ve known

from my life’s start.

I fucking ruined what I had

because I was scared of my new home.

The sweetest love.

Ready, aimed and soared above

the unknown

out of my mind

and away from the ultimate love possibilities.

Accepted and protected,

I was.

Lost my second chance all because

I had it all and I dropped the biggest ball 

one can get in this life.

I feel antsy almost every night.

Tight in my chest and in my mind, 

alright?

You don’t leave my mental site.

And that’s all right.

I’ve tried and you always seem to be 

the brightest light. 

I’m still so far, 

so far from being.

From loving me again.

So I can fully love again.

Okay? 

I was wrong. So wrong.

You were right.

It’s time to say…

Good night. 

My own hell, I set.

I’ve still got so much regret.

Stuck in a life full of inner hurting debt.

Gambled. Lost it all the day I jet.

I’ve still got so much regret. 

I'M SO SORRY!

Back in time to the day we met.

Rewrite the day I left.