Roman Numeral 1
I've finally been inspired and I'm writing, in my mind, the best stuff of my life. I'm starting to share that now. This is a work in progress. How long I can do this concept for I don't know, but I have almost 5 pages already. Please leave me comments. Here's Part 1.
Hybrid
It's all downhill from here
My head is underneath the surface
The bricks are caving in
And I love every hour of it
Because there's passion
It's a rush unlike no other
Boy, it's not from the source you'd think
My childhood, my fruit and my heart
Taking such a large backseat
Yet all of them are still here
I see my kiddie smile
The tree is ripe
Blood keeps pumping
Could it be the winding road?
There's probably a wall somewhere
White laced
Stone cold
Inviting
It's all downhill from here
No cord can save me now
Plummeting isn't fun
And my adulation for it won't stop
Because there's passion
My new favorite word
I care more than the field
That ring I've reached for
Blinking back at me
The confused ecstatic feeling
Not one person can ever explain
I'm not alone
My pipe isn't leading the way
I want to with every fiber
Now I don't
The figure eight dilemma
My number is up
Zero
It's all downhill from here
The shock isn't on my face
The odds shot me down
And I'm laying so comfortably
Because there's passion
It's fleeting nowadays
That's why the move hurts me
Past accusations sound like blessings
Slit the one thing I yearn
Ambiguous bluntness
I'm the oxymoron
Literal literature everywhere
Random though I cannot say
Censorship
It's all about safety
Someone has to think about it
Rationality is forgotten
Here today, begging for gone tomorrow
It's all downhill from here
The book has no epilogue
No one enjoyed a page
And I laugh at "to be continued."
Hybrid
It's all downhill from here
My head is underneath the surface
The bricks are caving in
And I love every hour of it
Because there's passion
It's a rush unlike no other
Boy, it's not from the source you'd think
My childhood, my fruit and my heart
Taking such a large backseat
Yet all of them are still here
I see my kiddie smile
The tree is ripe
Blood keeps pumping
Could it be the winding road?
There's probably a wall somewhere
White laced
Stone cold
Inviting
It's all downhill from here
No cord can save me now
Plummeting isn't fun
And my adulation for it won't stop
Because there's passion
My new favorite word
I care more than the field
That ring I've reached for
Blinking back at me
The confused ecstatic feeling
Not one person can ever explain
I'm not alone
My pipe isn't leading the way
I want to with every fiber
Now I don't
The figure eight dilemma
My number is up
Zero
It's all downhill from here
The shock isn't on my face
The odds shot me down
And I'm laying so comfortably
Because there's passion
It's fleeting nowadays
That's why the move hurts me
Past accusations sound like blessings
Slit the one thing I yearn
Ambiguous bluntness
I'm the oxymoron
Literal literature everywhere
Random though I cannot say
Censorship
It's all about safety
Someone has to think about it
Rationality is forgotten
Here today, begging for gone tomorrow
It's all downhill from here
The book has no epilogue
No one enjoyed a page
And I laugh at "to be continued."