INKED BLOODSHED

INKED BLOODSHED

A Poem by FlawedByDesign
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Just a little something I wrote one day. It's short but tells a story regardless.

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INKED BLOODSHED

Victim of a paper cut massacre,
My written word is decaying,
Verses slowly going under,
Prose torn asunder.


I’m of no use.
Helpless I watch the carnage.


My words too weak to save themselves,
Letters unable to stretch
and grab onto the edge of the page,
A story that will never come of age.

© 2010 FlawedByDesign


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I think I understand your point. I have felt the frustration of losing my thoughts and words before managing to say what needed to be stated. I like the clarity of this poem. I think it aptly describes writers block.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

the lyrical death you paint rebirths itself through its electric dive into disassembling itself~ exquisite mind candy~

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on June 14, 2010
Last Updated on June 14, 2010
Tags: poem, poetry, story, words, literature, bloodshed, massacre

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FlawedByDesign
FlawedByDesign

Stratford, Ontario, Canada



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The name is Ivan - I'm 31. I am originally from Bosnia and Herzegovina. I left my country in 94 because of the civil war. After emigrating, my family lived in France for 2 years before coming to Canad.. more..

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