Randomness

My name is Tristin. I enjoy what I do. Everything on here is original. Until the day that changes, this will stay the same. P.S. Everything is ©Copyrighted, but feel free to reblog.

[theactingpoet]

This will only take a moment of your time.

If you opened this. There's a chance you want to read it. Along with the other details that pertain to the material on this page. I would like to inform you that none of this by law is applicable in nature. So please do not try this at school. People will not understand the vast amounts of intellectual power that go into works of literary nonsense. So do continue to read as I begin to release all of the juicy information I have stored up in this volume of lines that construct the piece you have made. At this point you are probably wondering if this is going to come to some head or punch line. I can assure you that is most certainly will not. But there is a small chance that by reading the passage in full, you will be able to decipher a most irregular code. You must read and re-read until the words just shout to you," this is what I'm saying!!!" Until then be sure to diligently read until you can fully understand the materiel presented in this piece. Thank you very much for reading. Have a beautiful day.

Remember Love and Light are always right but don't forget about the splenda.

[theactingpoet]

If the stars were thoughts

If I were to train my thoughts. They would align like the stars in the sky. All orbiting perfectly around their own originality. Each created thought would bare witness to its own creation. Witnessing the destructive collective and the constructive collective. Till the impeding equilibrium is achieved. There on that day. I would sit in my thoughts and watch them all go their separate ways, yet I would witness their uniformity. As if closing my eyes and removing everything. Then witnessing what thoughts formed. Would give me a glimpse at creation.

[theactingpoet]

Say it like it is

Did I pay you for this treatment? Did I ask for this option. I feel like I wasn't really given a viable choice in the matter. Is there some wrong here? I fear it is so. And though, as I sit here watching the smoke blow away and my drink slowly drain. I refrain from the utterance of hate that so fluidly elaborates the temptation of my mind. I lucidly perpetuate the stereotype by not washing my words. The filthier the better. And so I fuck my life away with every damn opportunity that presents itself to me. And when the last tear drop hits the pavement. I will let out a joyous hooray! For time is fading and I am delaying my escape.

[theactingpoet]

Uh, yeah.

They screaming. Write something! Write something! Like every time I dream. Criss crossing the diagonals with the indiscriminate misfortune of parallel universes. Thus, I fly around in circles until I find my way. Because though the road may be dark and dreary. And throw me through a loop. I've got a love that is so sweet you'll be begging for another scoop. If I misunderstood what you are insinuating then please forgive me still. But I'll be burned in hell before I let your blood spill. Upon the ashes of my shattered pride. Inside me these feelings igniting I cannot hide. If I ride this never ending story will go on. So I'll jump off right here. Right before I take my bow.

[theactingpoet]

I should have just listened. Then I would have heard you say so softly the matters of your heart that held you close. But I turned a blind ear. And only heard the whistle of the wind.

[theactingpoet]

Forgive my purging

Met the life today. With a little bit of challenge. Took some strife away. With a sip out the chalice. Everything's okay. I just know I am in balance. If I drift away. Then I know I'll build a palace. Stacking dreams like I write lines. Sixth dimension and I'm not blind. Think I'm honest when I bend time. If I continue in this I'll find mine. High mind. Sensory overload. End line. Drew the map. The stars aligned. I'm fine. Burning paper as I turn these pages. In my mind. If I could just write it down. It would all rhyme. But that's another mime. Making imaginary boxes and twisting perception. If I performed charades. It would be inception. God damned redemption. Get your attention. Did I not mention. This shit is fiction. Forgive my diction. It's a fine line for a sick crime like the glazed eye of a blind guy. If I say it's all fine right then it might bite with the afterlife. So I speak my position so there's no disposition or any retention for it's all in ascension. My bright light.

[theactingpoet]

And the Earth trembled at his might.

I've shaken the earth. Dirt beneath my fingernails. I feel the worth. Leaving behind finger trails. Moving mountains. Feel like I have lifted vales. Filling fountains. Pouring out my soul details. This is my tale. Here to stand the test of time. Written into the mysteries of humans greatest crime. In my mind. I pass the moments with atonements of this growing, ever flowing, poem that is fine. This is the line. I draw it just before I jump the ship. I can't take flight for I have to gift. The world with a majesty that cannot be denied. This is the epic redemption plan for which I surely died. Thus I tried. So either you will listen. Or you won't. Either way I'll have to go. And in that moment we will all fly away. Or be burdened to live here another day.

[theactingpoet]

Ramblings of a Rise

I'm on tumblr so you know that this is legit. I would not put it down on paper. This is way to quick. If I say that I am any better, man that would be a lie. 'Cause I'm the best there's ever been and I'll be 'til the day I die. Don't you worry 'bout your heartache. That since forgotten truth. My brains misleading I am preceding to induce. Just a little bit of this real wisdom. The truth of the love. Why everyone is setting here forgetting where to go. We've stopped listening to our heart's. We've stopped listening to the truth. If you don't believe me in that statement. Then look around you for the proof. It's the food you eat. The breath you breathe. The flowers turned weeds. And the water you drink. But I am not getting upset on the flowers I'm puffin. I'm about to be as high as a cloud and as fluffy as a muffin. Don't you worry about me. I've already worried about you. And to tell you the truth. I don't know why I do. For you're gonna do you. And I'm gonna do me. And maybe if I make it look appealing. You might just wanna be free. To show how you're feeling. To be the master of your life. Take the reins for a second. Then spread your wings and fly. For we are just here in this moment. Forever we shall be. Remembered by how we acted. If we fought or danced with glee. In the moments that were the hardest. And in the sweet victory. When you didn't let a single thing overcome you or me. Oh what a beautiful moment. To say the least oh what a beautiful day. If only I could just sit right here. And on my guitar gently play. A sweet sweet rhythm. A brand new sound. That would take all of the world's frowns and flip them upside down. If only this could happen. Oh what could happen then. We could take to the skies. And in the clouds freely skip. Not held down by the chain's of doubt. Released from our fear. Oh that's the moment I've been waiting for. And that moment.....is here.

[theactingpoet]

A boy can dream.

Okay, so it's like this. I told her that I loved her. But I told her way to soon. I scared her away like the sunrise, scares away the moon. I told her she was so perfect. I could not deny. I could see myself with this type of woman. And that is not a lie. If she would have me I would make her. The happiest girl in the world. Man I should have said something else. For how she took it made me hurl. I felt like I had given all. And I got only back. The memories of love. On the beach in the sand. If I had just listened a little closer. To the voice in my head. That said don't tell her that you love her. Man, listen to what I've said. You are only gonna end up heartbroken. Lonely in a bed. But I knew that there was something stronger. That with this one I had the chance. If I just held on a little longer. We would one day have our dance. Fly away like the butterflies, flutter away with the breeze. Man, I really had this down packed. Deep inside me I believed. Just for a second, but that was way too long. For I should have just kept my peace and sang a different song. But my heart beat to proudly. And my chest filled with joy. The way she made me feel. Was just like a little boy. And in the best way possible. So creative, don't be deceived. By the things that they talk about. It is just useless seed. It will never grow to anything. So just grow yourself a tree. I wish I could have had the chance. For this one romance. Because it took me for a whirl. Flipped my world inside out. All I wanted was her attention. I had her love there was no doubt. But distance came between us. And our paths became sparse. Confused, I'd say befuddled. For we both needed the love. But the system doesn't work in our favor. This isn't the flavor of life. This is the reason everyone is haunted by so many worries and strife. The distance grows between us. We let ourselves grow apart. We don't remember the feeling that is beating in our heart. If I hadn't expressed my feelings. If I hadn't have gotten involved. Then my heart might not have meaning. And nothing would ever get solved. So the connection will grow stronger. And one day we will meet. To swing and laugh forever. As I sweep you off your feet. No distance will there be between us. I shall be right by your side. And how you make me feel my love. I shall never hide.

[theactingpoet]

This much is true.

I love you. There I said it. Are you happy? Do you feel fulfilled? Is it everything you ever dreamed of? I didn't think so. No, love is never how one imagines it. It never comes in the politest of fashions. It always leaves a gaping wound where it has been. It leaves a teary eye. And a broken spirit. But it gives new light to the mind. For the heart trips over anything to find love. It will find it anywhere and in anyone. But we are the deciders of our fate. If we do not want the love then we shall surely push it away. Our mind telling us no out of fear. Remembering how love had torn asunder before. Leaving nothing in it's wake but pieces to sweep up and put away. No love is not the kindest feeling ever made. It may be beautiful. But love is a bitch. I write this with a mending heart. Having been thrown over the edge with no parachute hoping to end up in one piece. But alas, after all the steps were followed. Here I am. Alone. To deal with the struggle of life on my own. With no partner beside me to help me on. Give me a hand when I fall. A shoulder to lean on when I am weak. You see, I have given it my all. And it wasn't enough. For the right person. It will be. It will be enough. I know it. And the love will blossom and bloom to new heights that will split the skies and give way to a new light that will pour forth unto a lost and dying world Then give a breath of fresh air. Allowing all those suffering under the heat to be rejuvenated and given more to happiness than fear. You see love is a gift. But it's also a curse. So for those of you still afraid. Remember you control your heart. You must be brave.

[theactingpoet]

Should I play or should I go?

Academically I'm a genius. But naturally I don't know the pretense. For all this insolence has brought me nothing but ignorance. In my defense it was the lack of sense just to commence this impotence of life. But why? Have I not tried and strived every day just to survive in a world where the wealthy thrive. Is this right? Have I seen the light at the end of the way? Is there a possible chance this could change. Rearrange all this deranged insanity held by chain's. Self arresting just the sane to be stuck with the blame. Endless shame for just a name while this soul we try to tame. But it is wild. Just like a child fresh from the womb ready to bloom. From this piled mess we shall consume. Till we finally meet our doom. Leaving no room for recognition for the decision to destroy. Or the hate that we employ as we take away the joy. Leaving nothing left but a boy. Wondering just how to play with his toy.

[theactingpoet]

Just a slip

Kicking it in with the time I've spent. Here for the living but I ain't paying rent. All this unfortunate metaphysical misprint of the representative intellect is in fact, just the dialect of the prerequisite. I compliment the intelligence of the present presidents in their present tense predicaments for which they print the evidence of crimes since long forgotten. This is what we've bought in these time of needs. Where children starve while this country bleeds. Each soul feeds on all of the greed until there isn't a seed to be grown. This shall be known. In this moment we shall atone. For all of the sins that we have committed. For all of these lies we have remitted. I have repented. Sent my soul to the skies and now I've vented. Splitting the skies like the populace bidded. I've fitted my shoes now I'm taking my lunge. Straight into the world I'm taking my plunge. All of this intricate wisdom, my lunch. I take it and serve it with a hard punch. Taking breaths just to give them. Like the air that is living. I'm moving and doing the things that I please not hesitating once for a sneeze. For you can't tickle me I ain't one to tease. I'm the one on the outside your begging me please. Come in for some shelter. But I have my shade tree. I'm as happy as a butterfly and as free as a bee. Stinging only the heart's that I'm willing to die for. This is unconditional love in a deep metaphor. From my heart I shall pour. More and more and more and more. Until the rivers fill up and there is no longer a shore. Amount of time it will take. There is no estimation. I'm to make a new wave in a lost civilization. Predestination, times a wasting. While there's all this life for our tasting. No hesitating. I've been waiting. Now my moment is prevailing. Super sailing never failing. For this love now I am wailing. Listen close for I'm right here! Whispering ever in your ear. Love my child never fear. All is, and will ever be clear.

[theactingpoet]

Mind lapse

It is time to climb. To the highest point in your mind and jump. Falling endlessly through a vast imagination of possibilities, memories, dimensions where anything can exist. Remove yourself from the binds that hold you pressed tightly to a screen. The need to be told what to imagine, stealing from you your ability to create. Press away from the urge to create something created. Create anew. Because when this old life comes to an end. There is only one question you may ask yourself. What did I do?

[theactingpoet]

Love's last laugh

I shot the last chance I had in the face. Lost a tear as I tried to find a trace. Of hope. That I might have you back. But nope. The fates would not allow. Even after I took my humble bow. They just laughed hysterically. As I fell to one knee. They took the ring. And made dust of me.

[theactingpoet]

A brick in the wall

Temptation has brought me yet again to this very wall. To this very stone amongst them all. Staring blankly forward wondering what lead me here. Was it an exasperation of love? Or a moment of fear. I dare not say that it was either that lead me here. But alas, you. For you have inspired both these feelings in me. And for that is why I must be, here. Staring blankly at this wall wondering if you are, near.

[theactingpoet]

"He had to be determined. He had to be free. He had to be determined to be free."

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[theactingpoet]

Don't blow it

Quit with the whimsical theatrics. Everyone gets the point. We are all just burning up. Like the last few puffs of a joint. Fading into the end. So we can never really win.

This is the world we are in.