The Death Of Creativity

by Taylor Anderson   Feb 6, 2006


Imagination escapes them,
Like the soul of their very heart
Shallow emotions
Concealed by deep masks
Destruction in the end

Real love means nothing
Except a line in a movie
A saying from a website
Nothing is worth living for
Except the love I have held on to

Death is but a fear
Nothing to gain, only loss
Heaven and hell
Black and white
Good and evil
Is it really that simple?

The Death Of Creativity Is At Hand...

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  • 18 years ago

    by The Wingless

    ^ I agree.

    This poem was wonderful in every way, yet you managed to keep it so sad. Awesome job, I don't know what to say.

  • 18 years ago

    by Jessica

    I like this poem. I like the ending and i like the second stanza. Wonderful, I really enjoy reading your work I hope you keep up the good work and continue to write poetry.

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