• gargouillis commented on the post, terrain 4 years, 10 months ago

    Lie down on the terrain;
    let your limbs float in the air,
    on the pavement, let them
    wave just like water waves.
    Be whatever you want to be.
    Be whoever you want to be;
    but keep swimming against
    the oblivion; keep breathing
    under the mirror of deep
    melancholia. It will be worthwhile,
    I assure you, it will be worthwhile.

  • gargouillis commented on the post, starry 4 years, 10 months ago

    I’m flipping through the pages
    of Macbeth once again; it smells
    of a cold starry night, pouring
    wet and round drops of reconstructed
    dreams.
    Stars and dream; dreams and star:
    they lead to a new born bright day
    with its flattering smile and its blushing
    young cheeks.

    And I wonder if there is not magic
    in these kind of mornings: I can…[Read more]

  • Everything is unfounded;
    you are tearing yourself apart
    just to looking for your real “self”
    and I’m right here looking at you:
    in my pale hands: one heart.

  • gargouillis commented on the post, pint 4 years, 10 months ago

    Hold your pint,
    drink it whole
    and do it again;
    beer and wine
    that’s so divine:
    forgotten and sigh.

  • gargouillis commented on the post, brave 4 years, 10 months ago

    There are little round pearls
    shivering and flushing down
    my cheeks – tears without a
    name, sighs without a name.
    There are emotions hushed
    between the slumbered lips
    by a tenacious brave whisper.

  • gargouillis commented on the post, quietly 4 years, 11 months ago

    She walks quietly over the blue
    and deep ocean; she stands with her
    pale hands laying in her sad lap
    on a small and fragile bridge:
    the blood-ish sky mingles with
    the dark water and everything
    seems so futile and little and useless.
    She doesn’t dare even taking a breath:
    those clouds could rolling down into
    her weak mind: she could not…[Read more]

  • I was thinking about all the
    pretty things – and the sad
    ones too – people has taught
    me during these twenty and
    an half years; I’ve learned
    when tears should flush over
    my cheeks and when smiles
    should be painted on my lips;
    I’ve became were of the futility
    of life and the greatness of being
    on this world; I’ve been taught
    with…[Read more]

  • gargouillis commented on the post, quilted 4 years, 11 months ago

    I’m lying on the bed,
    among quilted pillow
    and warm sheets,
    thinking about you
    and what could have been:
    if only I was not so keen
    on my emotions,
    If only you were not
    so damn stubborn.
    We could have everything
    and anything at the same
    right time.
    I’m lying here, on these
    empty mattress, whispering
    softly inside my own…[Read more]

  • I perceive myself as a frazzled
    limb without end or begin; I
    start under the moonlight in the
    cold and fresh summer breeze;
    but I’m here, struggling my mind
    with uncounscios melancholia:
    I steel feel for you.

  • gargouillis commented on the post, violet 4 years, 11 months ago

    Her name was Violet;
    and she was pretty as the sky
    right before the pale dawn;
    her name was her favorite color
    too but she was used to say

    that name is such a disgrace!
    Violet is no blue neither red,
    and my feelings are between two side,
    two violent waves crushing into my soul;
    my emotions mingle together
    in dark and light hues;
    I’m…[Read more]

  • gargouillis commented on the post, educated 5 years, 1 month ago

    I have been educated like a
    gentle and kind and lovely little girl
    with good manners and such fine attitude;
    I’ve never jumped into a mud-puddle
    in all my life, I’ve never run under a cold rain,
    I’ve never been different from who my parents wanted.

    But now I pretty like to think
    I’ve grown up; I’m a little bit taller, you know,
    I’m a…[Read more]

  • gargouillis commented on the post, still 5 years, 2 months ago

    I’m lying right here;
    still and quiet
    as the first time I saw you.
    You were talking with somebody
    I don’t remember;
    I recollect only your pale face
    and your bright eyes.

    Nothing else matters
    in the nocturne silence.

  • Every thought has been repressed
    in this kind of night
    – silence pounds in our ears;
    nothing should be told
    when dark fells down
    and stars begin to shine bright.

    We know each other by heart
    even though we can not
    talk and whispers and murmuring.

  • gargouillis commented on the post, active 5 years, 3 months ago

    Even though
    I’m cheerful, active and thoughtful.
    in my pensive mood here I lie;
    waiting for you.

  • gargouillis commented on the post, modest 5 years, 3 months ago

    You are quite modest,
    definitely modest,
    way too much maybe.

    I mean,
    you’re
    vivid,
    for God’s sake.
    And you don’t realize it.

    Your eyes are bright
    and your fingertips tapping my lips sound right
    among laughs and cries and hold breaths;
    your hair gently pulled away from your forehead
    and your open, red mouths smile every now and…[Read more]

  • gargouillis commented on the post, juvenile 5 years, 3 months ago

    It was just a juvenile adventure;
    the smell of flowers among your fingertips,
    my eyes enchained with yours and
    those voiceless thoughts
    mingled together in a rough and gentle kiss.

  • gargouillis commented on the post, cold 5 years, 3 months ago

    Your words smelled of smoke –
    grey, cold and harsh smoke;
    your mouth takes my breath away
    and I gasp, I weep, I catch little glimpses of
    fragile love and strong friendship.

    I wish I could kiss your forehead lightly
    and lean myself – and my restless imagination –
    against your wide chest; you could twirling my
    reddish hair around your…[Read more]

  • gargouillis commented on the post, bowtie 5 years, 3 months ago

    His bow-tie
    was black and white
    and hung on the pale and strong neck
    – I could see he swallowing
    the heavy breathes every now and then –
    and he was so goddamn beautiful.
    I wonder sometimes
    if he has ever seen me;
    I would be there, really:
    I’d caress his cheeks,
    I’d kiss his soft mouth,
    I’d look at that black and white bow-tie
    with…[Read more]

  • gargouillis commented on the post, emperor 5 years, 4 months ago

    Once upon a time an emperor
    who loses all his tears
    crying over an ancient book;
    it was a collection of letters:
    letters from nobody to somebody else.
    Words and words written
    with a shivering calligraphy:
    sentences of love and hatred
    of feelings and emotions.
    They were letters of life.

    Once upon a time an emperor
    who loses all his…[Read more]

  • gargouillis commented on the post, striped 5 years, 4 months ago

    My heart is striped:
    one red stripe for the pain;
    one blue stripe for the joyful gaze
    – sunk into the sky;
    one green stripe for the wide field
    in front of my eyes;
    one black stripe for fears, sorrow
    and the shadows inside;
    one golden stripe for my mute love,
    you can’t hear:

    it’s echoing around us.
    Pay attention;
    do you feel my…[Read more]