May I have this dance?
The way you can flash that smile
Like it means so little
When my heart jumps
Just a little with every flourishing turn
Every step you take
All the while hiding behind your masque
You let me lead you, but where?
And who do I be privileged to lead?
Is it lonely hiding in the shadows
Cast by your facade?
I did not think that for even a moment
Could I know everything about you
And still know nothing at all...
...I'm still the naive one...
Ever chasing dreams and fantasy
In pursuit of something close to happiness
Some approximation of that plastic smile
The one you wear so attractively
Do not fear me for I do not bring the end
I do not drape myself in tattered cloth
Nor from flesh your soul do I rend
I am merely a flame and you are the moth
You are drawn to me instinctively
I merely try to facilitate transition
To midwife your birth to a new world
I'm here to lay you in a comfortable position
As your true form is slowly unfurled
You are welcome as part of the infinite
You have not to fear the scythe or blade
The white rose is the symbol I bare
Come with me once farewell is bade
On an adventure to I don't know where
We'll find out when we get there
I do not rip or tear you from your mortal life
You just find
Why do I stay my blade when the truth it seems so clear?
When there's nothing left to love in you
and everything to fear
The nightmare has awoken now and its sights are set on me
This darkness deep inside you will eat us both alive
I can run and hide with word-smithed lies but it only buys me time
I feel the persecution burning though I've done no crime
Please release me from your phantasy
I can't believe this is a dream
Let me wake up in my bed at home
Let me open my eyes
This is not reality for the story has no form
How did you get inside my mind?
You loved me once this much is true
I wished to always be with you
But be c
What is this heaviness I feel coming over my heart?
Knowing you are walking away from me
Going back to the life you don't hold so dear
Because you fear the change and freedom that follows
Let me take you by the heart and show you how to soar
Leave the worries of your world behind you as the freedom fills you
Gives you wings and makes your soul touch the sky
Takes you places only dreams have showed you once before
Don't give up now because the victory is on the front step
Almost ready to knock on the door
But the fear of change grips me, too
Keeps me rooted to the floor afraid to ask for more
We have to stop living on this shallow
I wish I could have told you about all the things you have come to mean
But now you're gone to another place, onward you trundle without your grace
The sadness and the pain hidden behind your tears unseen
The way you pretend to be strong while on the inside you crumble
If I stumble, if I fall
Will you let yourself be the one I call?
If I wanted you to stay
Would you place a kiss upon me?
Would you walk away?
Can I steal your heart?
Can I fill that hollowness inside of it
Without tearing myself apart?
This phantasy I'm living in does not provide me comfort
Nor does it provide me shelter from the drama of the play
I need to assert
Be my heartfire, My inspiration
Set me alight and watch me burn
Because you are my heart's desire
I found my love for you was returned
Stand with me in this field
Look at all that surrounds us
Shattered dreams
Broken hearts
All remnants of the past
We stand above it all
On top of the highest hill
The air is thick with chemistry
It slowly tries to choke us
But if we embrace it
It will become the air we breathe
The water we drink
The food we eat
And the company we share
Stand with me in this field
Before you walk away
Because I want to share this
Just once, kiss me
Even if its goodbye
But kiss me like a lover
Lend to me
_____, I like what we seem to share
And I would defend every last strand of hair
On your head should it be threatened
I will defend you
I like hearing your voice
Sharing stories like a child shares toys
It sounds like you're singing to me
I will hear you
You're a presence in the room
Not just a piece of furniture
Not just there to look well groomed
I will acknowledge you
To feel you close to me
Your pulse in the palm of my hand
The way it races show me your love is free
And I will love you until I can love no more
Now come with me, take my hand
Because our time together is waiting
All you need to do is open the door
I will
Okay. You've asked me to write
You've begged and pleaded
And now I've folded
Are you happy?
You didn't ask me to love you
But you asked me to write about it
You didn't ask me to be romantic
But you asked me to write about it
You never ever showed me love
Or affection
Any kind of reciprocation
But you asked me to write about it
Are you happy?
I can't lie to you
I can't lie for you
But I can write this
Happy Valentine's Day
Sweetheart
And so it falls to me to cast around for inspiration
Some cheap imitation of the love I feel inside
Something I can twist and play with to get me by
It doesn't work
I sit in busy cafes, restaurants, city parks
Beaches, malls, bars and pubs until I find it
That spark which will set me forth on a journey
Writing like I never have before
But it still doesn't come to me
And so I sit until the businesses close
This lack of ability to write is slowly strangling
I can feel the tendrils of the addiction twisting
Around me
My attempts at resisting are failing
And I'm falling into a state where I cannot go on
Things are getti
May I have this dance?
The way you can flash that smile
Like it means so little
When my heart jumps
Just a little with every flourishing turn
Every step you take
All the while hiding behind your masque
You let me lead you, but where?
And who do I be privileged to lead?
Is it lonely hiding in the shadows
Cast by your facade?
I did not think that for even a moment
Could I know everything about you
And still know nothing at all...
...I'm still the naive one...
Ever chasing dreams and fantasy
In pursuit of something close to happiness
Some approximation of that plastic smile
The one you wear so attractively
Do not fear me for I do not bring the end
I do not drape myself in tattered cloth
Nor from flesh your soul do I rend
I am merely a flame and you are the moth
You are drawn to me instinctively
I merely try to facilitate transition
To midwife your birth to a new world
I'm here to lay you in a comfortable position
As your true form is slowly unfurled
You are welcome as part of the infinite
You have not to fear the scythe or blade
The white rose is the symbol I bare
Come with me once farewell is bade
On an adventure to I don't know where
We'll find out when we get there
I do not rip or tear you from your mortal life
You just find
Why do I stay my blade when the truth it seems so clear?
When there's nothing left to love in you
and everything to fear
The nightmare has awoken now and its sights are set on me
This darkness deep inside you will eat us both alive
I can run and hide with word-smithed lies but it only buys me time
I feel the persecution burning though I've done no crime
Please release me from your phantasy
I can't believe this is a dream
Let me wake up in my bed at home
Let me open my eyes
This is not reality for the story has no form
How did you get inside my mind?
You loved me once this much is true
I wished to always be with you
But be c
Be my heartfire, My inspiration
Set me alight and watch me burn
Because you are my heart's desire
I found my love for you was returned
Stand with me in this field
Look at all that surrounds us
Shattered dreams
Broken hearts
All remnants of the past
We stand above it all
On top of the highest hill
The air is thick with chemistry
It slowly tries to choke us
But if we embrace it
It will become the air we breathe
The water we drink
The food we eat
And the company we share
Stand with me in this field
Before you walk away
Because I want to share this
Just once, kiss me
Even if its goodbye
But kiss me like a lover
Lend to me
Okay. You've asked me to write
You've begged and pleaded
And now I've folded
Are you happy?
You didn't ask me to love you
But you asked me to write about it
You didn't ask me to be romantic
But you asked me to write about it
You never ever showed me love
Or affection
Any kind of reciprocation
But you asked me to write about it
Are you happy?
I can't lie to you
I can't lie for you
But I can write this
Happy Valentine's Day
Sweetheart
And so it falls to me to cast around for inspiration
Some cheap imitation of the love I feel inside
Something I can twist and play with to get me by
It doesn't work
I sit in busy cafes, restaurants, city parks
Beaches, malls, bars and pubs until I find it
That spark which will set me forth on a journey
Writing like I never have before
But it still doesn't come to me
And so I sit until the businesses close
This lack of ability to write is slowly strangling
I can feel the tendrils of the addiction twisting
Around me
My attempts at resisting are failing
And I'm falling into a state where I cannot go on
Things are getti
Everywhere I look here I see her
She's deep inside my mind
On street corners, in stores
One day I'll find her again
I have to for my sanity
Thoughts just wont leave me alone
I've tried so hard to forget
Just to get some space
Some peace
But the war just wages on with me
Sitting on the front line begging
Wishing for this to stop
I need to sleep
But those fatal words brought to me
A vision of both of us sitting on a beach
In each others arms
Not caring about anything else
Just watching the sun set out over the water
From the sandy beach near the place
I call home
And I hope she will too
One day
Now I
If you talk to me during the day
You will talk to a comedian
If you talk to me at night
You'll be talking with a romantic
If I'm in a sour mood
You'll be talking at a jerk
But no matter what mood I could be in
You will always be heard
~By Gerarde Carlton
When I die
don't dress me up.
Don't pick me out
a pretty dress
or manicure my nails.
Paint me.
Paint me bright and wild,
Paint me like an empty canvas -
Give life to my dead skin.
Sapphire, Yellow, Indigo.
I want there to
be dirt on my feet
to show them where I've been,
I want you to draw me
big fat circles
round all the scars
I own.
Let them see my trophies,
the broken skin,
the fear.
Say no prayers about my body,
I have no need for hymns.
Wrap me not in muslin,
no shrouds,
no curtains,
please -
no tears.
I won't be a cemetery stone,
Another name on another row.
Please.. Let me die, how I would have lived.
I'm tired of watching the clock tick to single digits
Sleep, why have you left me?
I hate your absence
Since there is nothing to fill it
But my own stupid, screaming thoughts
Sleep, why have you left me?
I hate your presence
Yet the only time I can escape you
Is when I need you most
Sleep, why have you left me?
I'm tired all the time
But you still elude me
It gets harder to handle by the day
Sleep, why have you left me?
Maybe I pushed you away without knowing it
Maybe staying awake with my thoughts
Is better than falling asleep
And seeing the images in my head
That I think are real upon waking
Sleep, I know why you left me
{Usa}
I sit by the window ,
folding paper cranes .
Each fold , a step
closer to 1000 birds .
The night , its stars shining through .
A good omen that is , we pray .
{Japan}
Mother Gaia trembles with fury ,
unleashing her waves,
whipping us with wind .
All there's left ,
is broken houses,
it's shattered glass, spread everywhere .
Weaved in with it , shattered dreams
and shattered hopes .
But wait-
a flag , torn and shredded still stands .
It's white and red still waving proudly .
A good omen in sweeps of misery ,
that is , we pray .
{Usa}
In distance, I hear a lonely cry .
That is our world, hurt and poisoned .
Spilling
I tear myself apart
again,
and again,
again.
AGAIN!
I can't stop
Even though you want me to
(even though I want me to).
You shield your eyes and grimace
(I understand. I grimace, too);
and I can't take this self-destruction any longer.
Just stop.
(But it's not about willing it away.
It's about altering an internal make up
and fixing the wiring that says to rip myself to shreds
without stopping until it's okay again.)
(It's never okay.)
I try to hide the destruction under
(the surface)
the layers of adhesive,
but I fear that only makes it all the more evident.
That it becomes a neon sign
made of non-neon material, but sti
you
long dead
eyes gleaming
flint
steel so clever
or at least
that's what I pretend
what do you think? what do you think of my scratchings
in the dirt
my slivers of glass that
stab my fingers
so insistently
splinters
the worst, they are the
worst
and yet
you will smile
or frown maybe
something, though, I think
there would definitely
be something
I began
and then I stopped
so unprepared
for the bonechill
of your frothy humanity
warm-pie precision
a constant
confusion
paper torn
halfway down
is it one
or two?
I think you know,
don't you?
I want to know
so badly
what you might
think
would you laugh
at my
Tired pens scratching empty words
Slide-show faces lighting an indifferent room
Tick
Tick
Tick
"And that's why."
Who cares what it means?
"Write it."
Who cares why it matters?
"Need it."
Who cares if it's true?
"Repeat it."
Spew it back in a cascade of
Blind black ink
On the next blank paper sent your way.
Throw everything you know
At the red pen idol,
Who controls your future.
Who rules your past.
"Why?"
Why not?
"Incorrect. Minus four."
"Why?"
Because it makes sense.
"Incorrect. Minus two."
"Why?"
Because you said so.
"That wasn't so hard, now,
Was it?"
Because agreement is more important than accuracy.
Th
Some days, everything is poetic.
Those are the days you notice the reflections in the floor
And the pettering birds on the rotting windowsill.
The kinds of days life intoxicates you and holds you captive,
And unwilling but unresisting subject.
Even the rubbish bins beg to be lyricized
And the polluted smoke becomes a dancing shadow against the canvas of sky
In a brief escape from reality
My escapades in words trap a piece of the soul in the mundane schlep of life
And shades my heart from the harsh rays of truth.
Everything was going right,
Sunsets and red wine.
You even followed Daddy's wishes,
And had me home by nine.
We were good, till you stole my soul,
We were in love, before I lost your heart.
I promise to search to the end of the world,
Even after we break apart.
Moonlight in the park,
You kissed me once again.
But Daddy wasn't happy
When you had me home at ten.
We were good, till you stole my soul,
We were in love before I lost your heart.
I promise to search around the world,
And even after we fall apart.
A candlelight dinner at your place,
Before you begged me to stay.
But Daddy wasn't happy
When you had me home the next d
Current Residence: Australia Favourite genre of music: Not fair to choose. I like them all (except country. Sorry, but I draw the line somewhere) Favourite photographer: Very debatable Operating System: Apple OS X (Snow Leapord) and Apple iOS MP3 player of choice: iPad Favourite cartoon character: Sonic The Hedgehog Personal Quote: Choose your morals and stick to them, no matter how hard it may be
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Akiane...Not sure of her last name. Child prodigy.
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The Experiment
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Poets of The Fall
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Debatable
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Hey fellas and ladies!
Guess what? I'm officially a published writer! I have two items that made the finals in the Litlink 2011 competition (Look it up, it's supported by the paperchain bookstore in Canberra.) Both of those items have been published in the finals book which I believe is available through the bookstore...If anybody reads it before I do, can they please let me know which items I entered?
Under Gerarde Carlton...It's been a little while sine I saw the items, and I may have published them up here, but I doubt it.
On top of all that, I've been invited back to Canberra to deliver a talk about my experiences studying @ the Tafe I
So, being as far ahead as I am on everything, I've started a new game. I've found that I hold a bit of a crush on a girl, who's name is so unique that she will not be mentioned here because I don't know if she want's the publicity yet.
Tomorrow morning, I drop the first clue; remember the days of the scavenger hunt?
That's kind of what I'm leading her on... Except at the end, I'll be waiting as the prize.
To the girl who received the letter, I say this; Check my gallery for the poetry that matches the title. There you will find further clues. Have fun, because that's what this was intended for. :love:
Okay, I have a Dilemma. I want to know who created this image: http://grza.net/GIS/Gentleman%20Color.jpg
I have experimented a little with GIMP and would like to show it to them and ask permission to put it up here on DA. However, I don't recognize it from anywhere and I sure as hell don't see any artist watermarks. I've just done some adding of textures and little bits to make (what I think is) an improvement. I will show you guys if I find the original artist.
On the other side of things, some poetry is slowly starting to trickle down the line and onto the site. I have a bunch of stuff on my iPad I will add shortly...Tonight, I promise. T