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answer them in the mornin
Anonymous said: just being extremely bored, what about you?
About the same, just finished work so I am heading home.
Where are my dream I used to dream,
Where every single smile is less than it seems,
But somewhere I wonder if it’s a reality,
A place in my mind to rationalize you and me,
A field where grass is the flower among poppies,
The smell in the air so strongly like hollies,
Where the only sound in the absence of wind,
Is the thud on the ground as the two of us pinned,
Eyes become locked, green like the forest seen from the sky,
Brown as the view is dropped to the ground view where we lie.
I’m a hopeless romantic in a world where romance is dead and love is taken for granted.
Anonymous said: Can you tell us what Triune is and what you mean by being a Prophet of Triune? I'd like to understand it better
Triune is a religious thing, it represents the holy trinity, and by being the prophet of, I am trying to be a representative of it, Started when I was a wee little lad, didn’t even know Triune was a word, just liked the sound.
But there tends to be a focus in my religion about what we are against, and not what we are for or about, which is supposed to be kindness, forgiveness, acceptance, and to live without judgement really, and that’s the side I try to represent,
That got longer than I expected sorry, thanks for asking though.
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Here I am looking at a blank screen once more, my fingers thrumming a miss timed beat like flow was meant for the rivers alone. My mind is racing like prepping for the Olympics, my lungs are heaving as my mind keeps running, leaving me rhyming like a syntactically confused loon, yet somehow it’s serving the perfect boon.
Not the moments I try to fly, but the moments I think are live or die, the moments I wanna cry, that make me wanna try, rejuvenate my sigh, for in the truths we lie, answers leading to why, but eventually pacify.
An entire world of text with you at it’s center, but not the center of this thread, not the center of this post, but the center of it all, the center all of the meta that others can’t see, the center of a world thats about you and me.
But when will the world prove I can lose myself in you, when will the world let me dream and realize? Someday soon I hope for the pain is grand, but I know I’m not alone, I finally understand, for somewhere under the billions of stars, is another pair of eyes wondering where I’ve been their whole life.
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