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WOOOOOOOT. Yeah, I'm back. After being dragged back and forced to write more poetry by girls, I'm finally back. Not that I don't enjoy it or anything... or that anyone even enjoyed this damned thing anyways. So, that means new poetry shall be coming soon, since I sit around all day doing nothing waiting for my father to arrive with the laptop. I sleep too, I mean. Well, no. I oversleep.

Back to the point, more poetry soon. Or just whatever I feel like posting. Bahahaha. Fuck yeah, be excited.


- Triston

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Not Truthful Enough

Every time I fall asleep,
I pretend I'm dying.
Every time I smile,
I'm really lying.

Can you see this misery,
Silently taking over me?

My arms are bleeding,
Time's running out.
Eyes once open,
Now shut tight.

Oh, this will be,
My great demise.
What have I become?
Telling all these lies.

Now the truth
Will never be told.
It will sit in the back of my head,
Torturing me instead.
Posted by on Tuesday, December 14, 2010

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