A Poem by FlawedByDesign

This is the FIRST piece I ever wrote.



Whether fact or fiction, benevolent or malicious
We want to be what we are not.
So we cut ourselves and break the ties.

Left behind is a dried up trail,
Life's essence pouring from our veins.
Not so much a way back home,
Just a reminder of where we have gone.

Gone wrong or done right,
It's little difference, we are all fucked
Make strides or die in vain,
'Cause once you're dead,
You'll bleed no more.

© 2010 FlawedByDesign

Author's Note

It is the first poem I ever wrote, I'd like to think that my writing got better as I went on, but review this poem for what it is :)

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i like it very much....and yes, you have something to say... i'm so bored with poetry that has very little to say but crap....rather light or dark, rational or irrational it makes no differance if the poet is empty of can tell....

Posted 10 Years Ago

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Added on June 14, 2010
Last Updated on June 14, 2010
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