A Passion For Painting Red

A Passion For Painting Red

By: Tyler Ross

There is a cold emptiness of a feeling consuming my insides

I’m starting to visualize a bigger picture that’s cutting me down to size

Who knew there was a monster eager to be free within me?

I want those to tempt me, so I can act selfishly

My eyes are filled with heat and appear shallow

My mind is continuously visited by villainous contemplation

The things that once mattered have no true impact anymore

What am I becoming that has me feeling such an overwhelming, but joyous sensation?

Trouble is coming, but no one will be warned

I’ve spent years perfecting innocence, but now I’ve been reborn

Soon, those will see my true colors for what they truly are

I’ve walked too perfect; too perfect hiding all my scars

I love one and that one is myself

I don’t enjoy most people

Facts are facts; I don’t plan on getting help

Nothing can fix these up and coming impulses

I don’t plan for those to understand

But I will make it known

This birth of a new man

There is a jagged line in between the black and the white

I’ve found my release from these callous beings in my sight

Hunger urges for a feast long awaited in this weary wit

I’m coming to devour this pain in my head that won’t quit

Armed with the white horse

The darkened world will now have light

Taking out the garbage

Erasing all that are toxic in my life

Note: Inside the mind of a mad man perhaps...definitely not me.

Sponge Heart, Champion Brain

Sponge Heart, Champion Brain

By: Tyler Ross

Some things never change

Faces come and faces go

I try, I try, and I try

But I can’t seem to act on or trust where most lie

A victim

I can do it to myself

A force of bitterness

I can’t let this continue to exist

No risk, no glory

No reason to carry on this story

Bamboozled

You got me

But now I’ve escaped

I control my mind and my fate

Layers of bad

I manifest steps

I climb, I climb, and I climb

The world tends to balance out the mess

When I give up

I forfeit the chance to overcome

A winner’s mentality

I’ve got the PMA (Positive Mental Attitude)

I’ve already won

Escalator Jazz

Escalator Jazz

By: Tyler Ross

It’s been a week and already I’ve accepted defeat

One look and I was hooked

Admittance unsure, but my thoughts are pure

Interests have been submitted silently

I keep them near

Mentally within I want to win

I only ask for the natural attention

Come as it may

My mind won’t sway

Slightly obsessed

I confess

Curiosity at its best

This spunkiness speaks

Contagious energy greets

Nervous, I am

Next move somewhat out of tune

Soon, soon, soon

Fascination looms

Another time to venture textually directed toward me

I like what has happened to me

Yesterday was a short-lived delight

Hoping my instincts lead me right

Born This Way, Die This Way

Born This Way, Die This Way

By: Tyler Ross

If I had a wish and for it did come true

I’d tie it to a cannonball and send it toward the moon

What kind of man would I be pondering all these thoughts?

Do I not value what I have and work hard for what I got?

If you ask me, I’m going to push it away

Nothing can ever come as easy as you say

Instead you’ll pressure me and ask why

Everything I do for myself, and I never question time

I hold more to myself, trust only myself

Those who have tried have only hurt themselves

I won’t let my heart skip a beat for the ones who don’t suit me

You see these calloused hands? What do you make of them?

They’ve been through more life than you will ever understand

Too good for you

I’ll walk away

This heart remains true

I’ll survive another wave

Of bullshit on my own through this quested youth

I seek the truth