“Maybe” by Tyler Sorrell 

It may look like I’m intoxicated. 
I really wish that was an option, 


You could come over and intoxicate me 

I’m just trying to get high off you.

These city streets aren’t always shady.

I really wish that was the truth, 


You could come out and shed some light.

I’m just trying to shine bright with you.

In the late nights,

I’ll be thinking about you.

Through the long days,

I’ll be thinking about you.

When I’m down and out,

I’ll be thinking about you.

Stayed down, now I’m up;

Somehow I’m still without you.

It may look like I’m so far gone.

I truly wish that wasn’t an option, 


You should come out & send me off.

I’m just trying to get to you.

These hearts don’t have love to share,

I truly wish that wasn’t the truth, 


You should come over and love with me…

I’m just trying to love with you.


“Socials” By Tyler Sorrell

These messages aren’t so instant. 

I’m awaiting the days when face to face conversation isn’t so distant.

Along with the back to backs that stay consistent.

Hopefully this message comes direct.

I’ll use up every character of respect,

So my words you can’t neglect.
I’m in need of your reply.

So much time has flown by. 

Can our love ever verify?

Let’s make a call to action,

Swipe your way to satisfaction.

Can it be me you love enough to change your relationship classification?

“Here Again” by Tyler Sorrell

We’re here again,
Dark spaces with little light where we think we’ve seen it all, 
Yet only fragments have been shown.
Right back where the effort is all distorted and the hands on our clock are now full grown.

Reaching for life, all in this space of emptiness, where we’re full of our nothingness to one another.

Down in the gutter.

I’ve been here many times before, 

You know I’ve been the runner away in this chase of commitment, where along this crash course, it’s the start and finish.
I can’t diminish the good times, the laughs and lusts of intimacy.

Only the faith that it would soon be you always next to me.
I’m simply relinquishing.

We’re right back here again,

Just me and myself, back on upon the bench or shelf, sitting highly yet still stray, never again to see that light of day.

Same place we wished we never see,

In the shadows of the heart that barely pumps the flow of true love through the veins…

Now only distributing pain. 

“Love Exists?” By Tyler Sorrell

Searching for love where it doesn’t exist; here.That’s my reality.

Yours lacks gravity.

What keeps you here, still & in place.

The lust to stay grounded, stable in your own space.

Will there ever be a day that we love face to face,

Without the virtual clicking that my touches replace.
Love exists here, nevermore.

The days before are what I adore.

When we could explore the laughs and the rapid rise of emotion.

To take care of one another and express our true devotion.

Now we can’t even share the same motion without someone signaling us to act upon their notion.

Why can’t love find its way here.

Over there is nowhere, and it stays.

Seeded in the lost world of thought.

Within the cyber world where new love can be bought.

In the tangible world where loveless wars are fought.
Where can love be caught?

“Now-a-Days” by Tyler Sorrell

Now a days,
People won’t help you unless you’re walking dead,

Towards the endless roads of despair,

Gradually losing hair.
Now a days, 

Love has become blind,

For its vision spies no direction.

There’s hate in its reflection.
Now a days,

Yesterday’s are tomorrow.

The past is your future,

The present has no presence.

Now a days,

The truth tells lies.

The lies hold secrets,

All still seen clear within their eyes.
Now a days,

Your enemy is your friend.

Their friends are your enemies…

May the war begin. 

“Who?” – Tyler Sorrell

Who to call when it’s time to execute the plan?Call log full of apostates.

Recent rings from across state.

Trust is uncommon with our stakes.

We drown in depth of these shallow lakes.
Who to call when it’s to settle down?

What’s the word around town,

You’re never around.

When it comes time to clown,

I smile; you choose to frown.

Yet you malign about newcomers that I’m sure to have found.
Who to call when the end is near?

The sequel is clear,

Your originality will soon disappear.

You could’ve been my everyday peer,

That’s until I witnessed my words go through your ear to ear.

Wasting time on wasted time is all I fear.

Your existence has become so mere.
Who to call when a life is on the line?

Whether it’s yours or mine,

Who’s going to pick up all the time?

If the right calls are made, 

Will there be no resistance?

Will you show some persistence?

Can you cherish existence?

If either of us can’t manage to move forward; who can handle the incompetence;

Who’s going to visit the spiritless just to talk about about the beautiful memories and reminisce?

You can give me a call.

I know you can’t say the same.

As these questions go unanswered,

Alone one shall remain.

“The Plug [PT. 2]” by Tyler Sorrell



Pack lands in two days or its outdated.


Money is the motive.

I’m your local locomotive.

Brick by brick;

The clock’ll tick.

Which flavor will you pick?

Be my green goddess;

Become my Maui wowi Queen.

Let’s slumber on this blue dream;

Let’s swim through Ms. Irene.

We deserve the finer things.

The money you talk…

Can it walk?

The money you take…

Can you make?

The plug lifestyle…

Do you live?

The profit you make…

Can you give?


So when can we reup?

Can we link?

When can we plug up?

Can we meet?

You got what I want.

It’s what I need.

Let’s scale out my half,

I’ll sell you my time.

I’ll front you my mind.

Fall in love with the grind.

We’ll make enough to unwind.