Poetry

When a Rose Dies


When a rose dies,

People weep

As the colorful petals

Turn brown and brittle

And fall to the ground.

But when a person

Sickens in the trenches,

Withering away

Until nothing is left,

People turn a blind eye,

While they let the victim

Fade into oblivion.

 

When a dove’s

Softened white feathers

Are soaked in blood

People cry.

But when soldiers

Who have been drenched

In a metallic red

For our freedom

Return to the place

They call home,

There is nowhere to go,

A new war to survive,

Abandoned on the streets.

 

When two towers

That used to symbolize

Unwavering strength

Come crashing down,

People bawl.

But when a city

Is blown to vapor,

Hundreds of thousands

Of innocent lives lost,

People cheer because

It ended a war,

Though it made

Countless ghosts.

 

So when what we see

As beautiful treasure

Is taken away,

We weep.

We cry.

We bawl.

But when the perfect

Facade does not exist,

We pay no heed

To its disappearance,

Because in this world

A veneer is more valuable

Than any ugly truth.

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The Chimney Sweeper

“And by came an Angel who had a bright key
And he open’d the coffins & set them all free.
Then down a green plain leaping laughing they run
And wash in a river and shine in the Sun.”

-William Blake “The Chimney Sweeper”

This poem is absolutely beautiful in every way. The extended metaphor and symbolism are fantastic, and it is my dream to be able to write like that. It is probably my favorite poem of all time. You will not regret reading it. Even though I have read it so many times, it feels like magic each time I look over it again.

Also, just as a side note, I found a giant treasury of classic poetry at a bookstore. I cannot seem to tear my eyes away from it. It’s honestly next to me right now, and I refuse to put it anywhere else.

Poetry

Let the Dawn Come

Let the blue sky

Wash into a sea

Of red, orange, and yellow.

Let the sun shine

Onto fields of wheat.

Let the tall grass in the meadow

Be covered in morning dewdrops.

Let the dawn come.

 

Let the wind

Rustle the leaves of a tree

As light bursts from

The uneven horizon.

Let rays of sweet sunshine

Illuminate the world around

And expose the hidden

Crevices of the night.

Let the dawn come.

 

Let the horrors of

The dark stormy night

Fade away in a cacophony

Of vibrant new colors.

Let the gray clouds part

To release the day that follows

As the heavens peer through.

Let the dawn come.

 

Let the sadness wash away

To spark up a fiery soul

That has never been seen

Before the load is lightened.

Let eyes see that,

Through every trial of despair

And the moments when

It is a new moon only offering

A shrouded feeling of hopelessness,

Every night comes to an end

As light rises from the shadow

And the single thing to do is

Let the dawn come.

Poetry

A Blank Page

A blank page is worse

Than any written word,

Because every sentence

Is a piece of a soul,

Even when it doesn’t seem

Like it glows in the dark.

 

For ideas can spill

From graphite or ink,

In a peculiar mess

That can be manipulated

Into something as beautiful

As the galaxies in the night.

 

And those galaxies

Are ever changing

In the blackened sky,

Creating and destroying,

All in the same breath,

Which blows out stardust

Into forgotten places

That the naked human eye

Was never able to see.

 

And an idea is more descriptive

Than hundreds of thousands

Of the most stunning images

That a photographer

Could ever capture,

Because it is rather a reverse

Of a saying that has been

Put in place for years.

 

Because a word speaks

A million pictures,

Only within the span

Of a few simple syllables

As visions flood the mind

In sounds unspoken,

But rather heard

By open hearts.

 

But none of this exists

On meaningless, untouched paper,

Because each written journey

Can never be completed

Until a pencil or pen

Scars the universe

With a single stroke.

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An Environment for Expression

Hello Everyone!

First of all, I would like everyone to know that People that Never Existed is an environment for expression through writing. Writing is a unique form of art that allows you to escape from reality, but at the same time, delve deeper into it that you ever imagined you could. You are able to put into words on a page what you might not be able to say out loud. You can deliver a message that so many people need to hear. You can change the world.

I, myself, will be posting in hopes that I will be able to inspire others to do the same. I know how hard it is to put yourself out there, to put your heart on your sleeve. It is literally giving someone a piece of your soul and hoping they take care of it. It is showing the deepest parts of you. It is a way of telling people who you are. That can be scary. Actually, that can be terrifying.

I would say something as cliche as “It doesn’t have to be.” but that wouldn’t be true. Even if you don’t feel it at that moment, yes, it is scary. Don’t ever feel like you’re alone in thinking that. I can’t stop that fear, nor can you in some cases, but the beauty of showing your writing is that you can conquer that fear.

Scream out to the world what you have to say, and someday, it will reply.

Sincerely,

A Person Who Doesn’t Exist