Poetry by Linksquest

[Mr. SmartyPants]

Thank you everyone that has commented! It means so much to me! It really does.


Lies

Lies are truths
That have been twisted
And contorted
Mashed and mixed
Stretched
And skewed
And painted
And dressed up
To be what a person wants to believe
Or wants to deceive
Another
Into believing is true.

But lies are truths skewed
I don’t mean to be rude.

This is based off of the debate I had right...

[creed4]

[quote="Linksquest"]KRAEL by Linksquest (a.k.a. John T. Mathis)

I.

Once, there was a lad
who lived in a crystal
palace.
His name was Krael.


Faeries flew amongst
The heaven-reaching trees
A faint bluish, magical glow
Lightly illuminating the wood
By moonlight.
Soft beams of moonlight
Wafted through the open
Windows―]
Cool anology. Keep it up man

[Linksquest]

Thank you creed 4 for your nice comment!

the poetry continues!

The gnarled heart

Reaches for things
Before their time.

Breaches all boundaries;
Breaks all laws.

This heart beats
For the baseness
The lusty
Animal nature
That lies dormant
So stealthily.

Makes jokes about
The secret bond
That only man and wife
Should share.

But they don’t care.

Gnarled are their hearts
And grasping are their hands.

They grasp for the “NOWâ€

[meboeck]

Whoa. I think this may be my favorite poem of yours yet. That's really amazing and deep.

[Linksquest]

Whoa. I think this may be my favorite poem of yours yet. That's really amazing and deep.

Thanks nathan for the encouragement! ^_^.

Live Life

Unmask your heart.
Undrape the mirrors.
See the truth;
Even terrors.

Be alive:
Live a life
And die a death
And say you lived—
And live no more.

But if you dwell
On death in life,
You lived a death
And now tread death once more…

Once were dead to life—
Now dead of life.

Death makes mortals
Of us all.

[Linksquest]

More than Sex by Linksquest

There is more to life
Than sex.
Yes I said it:
“There is more to life than
SEX.

There’s more to life
Than pain and strife,
Man and wife,
Fancy cars
And fancy scars.

There’s more to life
Than broken dreams
Drowning screams
And Hope’s seams.

More than car wrecks
And card decks,
And yes;
Sex…

Life is more
Than these
Listen to the ocean breeze.

Life is more
Than making more life,
And taking more life
And shutting down
Or shutting up.

Read between
The lives.

Life is more
Than sex.

[Linksquest]

at our church's youth group we are suposed to give something up for God as a sacrifice (fasting) for about 40 days. What I'm fasting is really tough for me because it is an integral part of my life and probably going to be my future career as well. I'm giving up writing! *sob* It's gonna be hard, but with God, He will help me make it through!!!

Forty Days Without Writing

Encroaching on disaster
Approaching fate,
I think
I’ll sink
In my chair
And think and dream
Of elsewhere.

I’m giving up a love
Because of someone
I love more.

Here I go,
Out this door
Up these stairs
Down this ladder
All leading away
From part of me
That I’ll meet
On the other side
Of forty days
Forty grays
Forty prayers.

These shall be
Forty days without writing
But I think,
God willing
It will be exciting.

Here I go
I’m letting go
The pen falls swiftly
The pencil rolls softly
I’m typing gently with retardando,
Lacking gusto.

It’s the ending of the prelude
Here comes the main
Orchestral suite,
Through this painful
Separation
With God,
I’ll meet.

[Mr. SmartyPants]

wow.... 40 days x___x

[Linksquest]

I wrote this a year ago. Very sad and inquisitive. makes ya think!


HE DIED ON A SATURDAY

“He died on a Saturday.â€

[Mr. SmartyPants]

Monster for you?

[Linksquest]

I'm gonna break the unwritten poetic laws of self interpretation to tell you what this is about,

Essentially I am writing about those types of crushes that people have in highschool or anytime really. You always hope that the other person feels the same way as you. The theme of this poem is that "Your heart can't get broken if you don't fall in love in the first place" though the voice of the poems still longs to be in love. It's a hesitant love too afraid to spread its wings.

PENSIVE by Linksquest

I think of you
As you think of me,
I think…

It’s a checkmate,
Stalemate, mission impossible
Sort of situation.

A “forbidden loveâ€

[creed4]

Very good

[Linksquest]

What We Do

OH what we do to
dissect things magical.

We dissect the fairy
Wing from appendage
And have before us
A small heap of flesh and bone
“Rubbageâ€

[Linksquest]

EDIT: I already posted Castle On a Cloud on a previous page!

Here is another one instead:

Physical

They protect their bodies
But not their minds.
They allow physical
To grow
While mental
Lies emaciated
In the darkest reaches
Of forget.
They have substance
On the outside
But are empty within:
They are pretty
Empty boxes,
Echoing the
Thoughts of others.

But at least
they look good.
You have to give them
That.

[meboeck]

Ooh, I really like both of those. I especially like the first one though. You do such a good job of writing about the clash of imagination and reality.

[fairyprincess90]

u have alot of talent! ^_^ i love your poems!

[creed4]

very good,

[Linksquest]

Thanks everyone! ^_^

[Linksquest]

Reading and Writing by Linksquest

Reading is Reality.
Writing is Fantasy.

When one reads,
The words written
Meld the present surroundings
Of the reader
Into the world imagined
By the writer.
This world is written
With tangible
black on white—
ink on paper—
so it must be so,
must be true,
must be living in the mind
of the reader.

When one writes,
The words written
Are fireflies,
Luminous flying flames,
Captured from the grassy fields,
The night-time lakes,
The softly glowing lanterns
Deep in crystal caves.

The writer brings
Fantasy into Reality
So that real people
May meet Fanciful People
And thus make friends with
The mermaids
And the faeries
From cool forest pools
And moonlit twinkling oceans.

Reading is Reality.
Writing is Fantasy.
But, perhaps,
The
two worlds
become one
When both
are done.

[creed4]

good

[Linksquest]

Beneath the Layers by me

Each person,
Each and every person,
Truly Dwells within a moving
Breathing thing
Called a body.

Who a person really is
Is not the seen
but the unseen
within the seen.

Love at first sight
Cannot be love,
Because at first sight
One cannot see
The unseen stars
That dwell under
the cover of night,
Within vast caverns.
It takes excavation
On the part of the explorer
And willingness
On the part of the explored.
But so many people have “lovedâ€

[creed4]

Very good, I like the imagery, Very good point as well