'Comatose, Is Creativity'

Blank slate is the condition of what once held artistry.

Hyperbole, simile, symbolism.. have succumbed to atrophy.

And yes, passion is still alive and its heart finds a way to beat. 

But its limbs are dead like unspoken feelings, slumbering in inactivity.

The pen is found in solitude, mourning the lost ability to express. 

Paper sheds tears of pain, glee has stolen the ability to digress. 

Art is still alive and the ability for creation...

But its a futile existence with an artist in remission. 

Irony has killed the structure and all the building that could ever be.

So the artist is alive but secluded to a continual empty eulogy.

- DespondentDreamer

Reviews

[Alvin L. Kathembe]

very good! i love the expressions youve used here -
"And yes, passion is still alive and its heart finds a way to beat.
But its limbs are dead like unspoken feelings, slumbering in inactivity"
this is great work, and im sure any writer could relate. keep them coming!

[Sarah Lynn]

"It's limbs are dead like unspoken feelings" Perfect. Great poem. =]

[Moonflower]

This is the best poem that I have read about writers block, absolutely brilliant..I enjoyed your style of writing and use of language, wonderful.

[AlisshalovesBrandon]

And yes, passion is still alive and its heart finds a way to beat.
But its limbs are dead like unspoken feelings, slumbering in inactivity.

These lines are my favorite by far

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

creation is in constant reacreation~ your poem embodies that beautifully intended or not~ =)~

[Isolophobe]

Great diction and great point. I've considered what is becoming of art and will it even have a meaning, let alone an effect. I feel this summed all of that up pretty well.