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A guy in my school comitted suicide last night (my birthday --___--) This is what i wrote in response. I really didnt know him, but the whole atmosphere at school today was morbid



GONE by Linksquest

You are gone now
the trees and birds---
the ones you loved---
have silenced in your memory.

You must be smiling at us,
the mourners,
telling us:
"It's ok. I'm alright."

But I can't think of that now.
You are gone.
You left us.
How could you leave us?

You could have been so many things.
You could always do
anything you set your mind to.

Why didn't you set it to living---
to breathing---
to crying---
then drying your tears?

But you let it well up
and pressure you
take hold of you
drowning your heart and soul
with internal weeping.

When you took your life
you took a part of me.
You can't fire a gun
and hope its echo will die too---

Linksquest, this is truly a moving poem. On a simply logistical level, however, the file size is so large that it took a few minutes to load even on a broadband connection. Could you perhaps type it out and post it within the thread itself? That would allow others to be able to read it more easily.

I changed it!!! Yea it was a pretty big file! That was me bein lazy and not wanting to type it out.

Black and White by LINKSQUEST

Black and White
Two opposite Colors―

Two Contrasting Colors:

Darkness and Light

Night and Day

Ink and Paper

Mud and Silk

Ravens and Doves

Sin and Holiness.

There are things
Wrong and Right.
There are Lies and there are truths.
Whether you like it or not

Some things don’t give you
A Grayscale…
They can only be
Black or White.

One Way
Or NO Way.

People are Born
And People Die.

Sometimes People think
That they are born into a religion
As people can be born into a race.
They think they can be

Half-Jewish, Half-Christian
As you can Be Half Caucasion, Half African American.
I’m sorry to be blunt
But they don’t Mix if Each color must remain separate.

But people these people think
You can mix black and white
And get Two Perfectly Different Colors
In one pot―

That no gray
Would
Should
Could

Mix…
It’s all Black and White
To them.

But Being Messianic never Crossed their minds.
I guess they can’t see grayscale.

I’m waiting for the day
Someone says
“I’m Half-Christian, Half- Atheistâ€

dude thats so awsome.
You've got a gift mate

ok... long time no update! lol here is one that i wrote 3 days ago.


Writing: The elusive dream
by John T. Mathis (a.k.a Linksquest)

When dreams were young
And dreams were fresh
I took my cupped hands
And dipped them

Into the rip-pl-ing pool
of Fancy

What did my mind know of
Pronouns. Adjectives; and the correct usage of the- Pluperfect?

What did my heart know of
heart-break
and lost faith



bruises, cuts, and Death?



I wanted to write.
I wanted to capture
That elusive Dream that flew
So hauntingly under the cool,
Moonlit sky,
Over the soft, waving oceans of grass,
Like a butterfly’s apparition after its
Last frolic in the summer’s sunshine
Had passed away long ago,
Like an echo’s fading resonance
Over years’ passage over solid, stationary, mountains.



Reality took its toll
Like an unexpected, excruciating
Punch—to the jaw.

They all had something to say:
“You have to think about real things.â€

twas very nice, very nice

Whoa. That's awesome.

The Raindrops
by John T. Mathis (a.k.a Linksquest)

The rain falls,
And I look up
From my sprawled
Writings—

Strewn all over the floor,
Rantings of my brain,
That never do make sense—
That never awaken my mind

To living fantasy’s
Of worlds far away,
Where I can be happy,
And the façade can fade away.

The rain,
So cleansing;
So refreshing;
So powerful—

Power-fully deadly.

I open the window,
The raindrops
Rush in,
And cover my works

My works of art
In pen not brush,
And I watch them
Kiss my papers—

The inks smearing
Into black puddles.

“Let the rain erase
my folly!â€

THERE IS A WAR ON LUNA
by John Tencer Mathis (A.K.A. LINKSQUEST


Through the cool of night’s air
Whispers dreams of silver clouds:
They float and they hover,
Softly, but not loud.

They pour through my window
As illuminating light,
They build a bridge to Luna,
I am called now, there to the Fight.

There is a war on Luna,
It’s on the far side,
You can’t see.

There is a war
On Luna,
Where the people are not free.

Silver maidens
of crescent trees
Play their harps
So rhythmically.

The Unicorn and the Pegasus
Open up their wings,
The bugle cuts into the air,
Like a knife into the sea.

Dressed in silver
And in gold
I don’t feel brave
Or feel bold.

There is a war on Luna,
I fight in it tonight,
Please pray for me on Luna,
Please pray it turns out right.


The darkness swallows landscape.
The bugles goes off key.
There rides a hooded horseman,
He glides darkness o’er the sea.

He says he name is Grimmer,
He says he must now reap.
He says my soul now is his.
He says it’s his to keep.

I alight my Pegasus of freedom,
I alight my Pegasus of light,
I alight my Pegasus so swiftly,
I light my torch tonight.

There is a boy on Luna,
On its most far side tonight,
In his hand is burning,
The flame of freedom’s right.

“Free to live!â€

Nice I liked Black and White

You have several good descriptive lines in your poems, like this in this section from “Writingâ€

DREAMS, MEMORIES, HOPES by Linksquest

Dreams.
Deep, and rich
Dancing colors cool and
resonant across the crystal waves.

Memories.
Small prisms of light
Reflecting the past, and future, and present
Into one vision of beauty, dancing across the empty halls,
Warming the empty rooms,
Opening windows unto the shining light of youth.

Hopes.
Seeds buried deep within the moist earth,
Dormant Royalty awaiting the enchantment to
Be broken.
The treasure buried deep
Within the sand, beneath the rolling waves.
Echoes of what is behind,
Tugs and pulls, yet the sun still shines,
And the moon ever pours light into the sea.

black and white is still the coolest ^_^

Very good. But my favorite is Writing: The Elusive Dream. There's just something about it...
Anyway, awesome job, and keep posting!

At Twilight by John T. Mathis (A.k.a. Linksquest)



The twilight sky is emblazoned with stars.
The gentle winds falls cooly on the
cresting waves.

The Mermaids and Mermen
take breath from the coolness
and the calm.

The moon glows as tufts and wisps of clouds slowly float across
its face.

Faint music whispers across the horizon,
Sweet smells waft and kiss
the moving waters.

The reflection of the moon
Dances and glistens:
A shimmering light of night.

Boats pass by gently,
Their precious cargo
fast asleep,
Dreaming of far away places,
a smile on their lips.

This poem has a pleasantly fanciful feel to it--several of the images and descriptions you use are nice, although none of them seems to stand out as being better than the rest. The wording of the final stanza makes me wonder a bit about what (or who, rather) is the cargo of the boats you mentioned, but overall, it's a fairly enjoyable lyric.

This definitely has a lyric feel to it. Although I like it a lot, a agree that nothing stands out as being special. Even poems should have a beginning, middle, and end to some degree. But still, good job as usual. BTW, I am only being so critical because you are so good. I want you to improve even more.

The Castle on a Cloud by Linksquest

Cerulean skies arch above
The thick, lush wood.
Titan clouds, golden and shimmering
float majestically
As ships on voyage
Across the air-sea,
Stopping every now and then
To empty their deck’s of water

A towering pinnacle
Rises in the midst
Of those ethereal ships.
Vaulted arched,
Stained windows,
Golden gates.

People walk on prism
Streets, clear as crystal,
Gazing down at the men of
The world.

Exuberant colors
Beyond the eyes’ pallet
Wash the heavenly shores
With their light.

With all my heart,
I long to go their
To that castle on a cloud
Where a man can be a man

Without the cares of this world.

Dreams come from
The glowing place,
That floats from horizon
To golden harbor.

Listen… can you hear
The minstrels, and the
Lyres, and the trumpets
Wafting down from the tall tower?

Open your eyes when you dream
And maybe you will see
The castle on a cloud…
glistening and glimmering
from dawn to dawn.

nice nice....

black and white was still the best

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―
He was so content
With where he dwelled
That he did not dream
Of far away places.
He slept with his eyes open…
Reality was a dream enough.


Dragons
Harnessed with gold
And silver stirrups were
Always a part of midnight
Romps through the moonlit clouds.

Krael had friends
In the elves,
And the giants,
And the winged men:
The Airelaes.

The majestic silver chalice
Was always brimmed
With the waters
Of eternal youth―
All creatures of
Krael’s kingdom
Would never die.

Pearly music―
Crisp, resonant, and smooth
Would come from the mouths
Of trees,
Their mirthful song
Never changing.


II.

Krael grew―
older, and wiser…
But was in despair,
To find that he was the last of his kind―

The last Dreamer.

Krael heard from the
Faeries that there was
A fortress of Fact to the
South of his kingdom’s
Sandy shores.

Krael gathered
The creatures of his
Kingdom together and begged
Them to venture out
On an adventure,
To purge the Dark Fortress,

And perhaps Dreamers
Could once more be born.

The Fairies,
The Giants,
The Elves,
The Airelaes―
All of them agreed
To Venture with Krael,
And purge the darkness.

III.

Years passed―
Battles were waged
Unceasingly…
The silver chalice was no longer filled,
But was almost empty…
So many wounded,
And dying,
And dead.

At last,
On the last day of
Kiritrae- the 14th month,
Krael and his
Giant and Elven friends
Broke through
The Fortress of Fact
And knew they would come face to
Face with the lord
Of this dark tower.

Blades raised,
The rushed up
The spiraling stairs―
Up and Up,
Beyond the clouds,
Beyond the moon,
Beyond the sun,
And the stars…
Up…
Higher… until their was nothing
To be seen from
Out the small slits
For windows,
But sheer darkness,
And void of light.

It was here,
That they found a maiden―
Laid out on a bed of blue,
And silver.
Her golden locks reached
All the way to the door.

Her eyes were shut,
Peacefully,
Her lips slightly
Parted in such a sorrowful
And painful emotion,
That some of the elves’ eyes
Began to fill with tears.

“What is yonder maiden?â€

Ok. This is a poem i wrote in spanish, becasue the way it looks in spanish is awsome! I love how you can contract some phrases in spanish into one word! Here first is the spanish:

Yo Soy, Era, y Seré (linksquest) a.k.a John Mathis

Nací.
Aprendí.
Hablé.
Escuché.
Vi.
Amé.
Odié.
Existo.
Muero.
Amaré,
otra vez.





Era un hombre.
Soy un hombre.
Seré un hombre,

por siempre



Here is the English Version:

I Am, I was, and I will be Linksquest (a.k.a John T. Mathis)

I was born.
I learned.
I talked.
I listened.
I saw.
I loved.
I hated.
I exist.
I die.
I will love,
again.





I was a man.
I am a man.
I will be a man,

forever

Hording Light.


Naked we are born
Into this world,
With others around
Clothed and alone,
We are buried
In the ground.

“What is the meaning
Of life?â€

A PSALM of the Redeemed By John T. Mathis


You,
Oh God,
Are my ruler:
My magnificent savior,
My solid rock and foundation:

For without you,
I would not be:

No words can I express,
To express my awe
And my wonder
To you,
The breathtaking, eternal,
Ever present, ever loving, ever powerful
All knowing, all seeing, all hearing
GOD.

From womb
To land,
Taking tottering steps,
All things call my attention,

All things I give attention.
I stand at attention
At the swirling storms
And ropes and chains
Of sin.

Wrapped in torment
And anguish,
I tell myself:
“I’m happy,
This is what life
Is all about.â€

Yet the Fire Must be Fed. By John T. Mathis

Matches:
Little tools made
for a big purpose:

For lighting, heating,
Rejuvenating.

A match is struck;
Friction, sparks it to life,
Without friction,
The match would stay,
In it’s neat little box

Once a match is lit,
It can light other matches,
Because after time,
It will burn out.

Matches light one another,
And make a fire.

A fire must be tended,
And more logs added
To keep the fire burning,
The embers alive.

But if a match will be
By itself against the wind
It will go out,

But if a horde of matches,
Stands against the wind
The wind will blow the flame,
Leaping into the dry forest,
And start a forest fire.

Matches are we,
Lighting one another,
spreading the flame of truth,
and life,
and love.

Lights will go out:
people will lose faith,
or Die.

There needs to be other flames
that will continue to burn.

Creating other flames around us
will help to keep us burning strong,
and become a living sacrifice,
a burning altar
for the Lord.

Seeking Love, not her Sister ~Linksquest

Love?
What is love?
Who is love?
Where is love?

Different sorts of love:
God loves man,
Man loves woman,
Husband loves wife,
Wife loves friend,
Friend loves child,
Child loves brother.

Love’s haughty sister, Lust,
Hides love behind veils and
Tapestries, promising the real personage of Love,
But always presenting herself,
Instead of her sister: Love.

Dreams of love,
Speeches of love,
Rules of love,
Wars of love.

Love’s sadistic cousin, Hatred,
Appears before and after Love
Time and time again,
And spears through the heart
Jealousy, torment, and contempt.

I have had crushes,
Time and time again.
Swimming people,
Treading people,
People sitting in boats,
Stretching out their hand to me
To pull me in their temporary
Solace from the world.
But even boats sink.
What if my world-weary heart
Filled with the bolders of lost hopes
And dashed dreams will sink the boat?
It’s too risky.
Better to be in pain alone,
Than to cause others pain
At the expense of sharing it with them.
I have heard of you,
Love.
I love you Love,
As I love to read,
Love to sing,
Love to run,
And, would love to fly.
I have heard of bliss
And broken hearts
All at the expense
To your glorious name.

For love makes and breaks hearts…
But will you mend my torn heart,
Love,
Or will you incinerate me
As you allow your dancing relatives
To bring me to my death?

Time will tell,
But who tells time?

Love, you drive the rat race on…
Or is that your sister lust,
Again?

Good Poetry, like Always Linkquest! Aldean Chronicles might become an audio production soon, it depends though. In a couple weeks or so, or after Volume 2 is aired, I'll be talking to an Audio Production Company which has created some very good productions, not to mention, has alot of good voice actors. Anyways, I'll keep you updated.

Wow. John. *jaw drops* That is depressing, but it tells the tale of our human search for love so well. Wow.

The Poetry is totally deep! You should definitly get national recognition!

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.