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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.
» Posted By gargouillis On 08.26.2014 @ 10:20 pm
I’m flipping through the pages
of Macbeth once again; it smells
of a cold starry night, pouring
wet and round drops of reconstructed
Stars and dream; dreams and star:
they lead to a new born bright day
with its flattering smile and its blushing
And I wonder if there is not magic
in these kind of mornings: I can feel
the breath of Time shivering down
my pale neck and I’m not afraid of it;
I’m just like a wander in a deep wood
– and this time I know which road choose.
» Posted By gargouillis On 08.22.2014 @ 1:37 am
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.
» Posted By gargouillis On 08.20.2014 @ 3:02 am
Hold your pint,
drink it whole
and do it again;
beer and wine
that’s so divine:
forgotten and sigh.
» Posted By gargouillis On 08.17.2014 @ 1:07 pm
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.
» Posted By gargouillis On 08.16.2014 @ 10:57 pm
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 resist.
So she looks at the horizon with
teary eyes – wondering about
something better – something brighter.
» Posted By gargouillis On 07.26.2014 @ 12:09 pm
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 books full of ancient words
and brave cold-hearted heroes.
But there is one thing I still am not
able to do – and probably it’s the
silliest of all; there is one thing no
one has ever explained me.
How could I forget someone?
How could I erase him from my memory?
Does somebody know how to do it?
» Posted By gargouillis On 07.24.2014 @ 11:43 pm
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
I’m lying here, on these
empty mattress, whispering
softly inside my own dreams.
I haven’t forgotten you
and while the moon rises
shining pale over the leaves,
here I rest in a pensive mood,
struggling in this summer solitude.
» Posted By gargouillis On 07.18.2014 @ 2:20 pm
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.
» Posted By gargouillis On 07.15.2014 @ 2:28 pm
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 scared, you know?
I’m scared because I’m between two love too;
I don’t know where to go;
I’m in love with someone
I could never hug tightly, never kiss,
because everything is so wrong
and I’m scared because Violet
is no red or blue; it’s nothing and everything
and the same time; and this is driving me
I just only want to love whoever I fancy.
But can I love?
Am I a disgraceful creature?
Who am I?
» Posted By gargouillis On 07.12.2014 @ 12:13 pm
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 little bit more talkative and maybe even moody;
but I walk under storm and thunder,
I speak my mind freely and I jump into puddle of feelings:
and I will fall for whom I’ll like.
I have been educated like a princess
but, in reality, I’m a gentle warrior:
I read, I write, I feel, I live.
» Posted By gargouillis On 05.27.2014 @ 4:58 am
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.
» Posted By gargouillis On 04.10.2014 @ 5:52 am
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.
» Posted By gargouillis On 03.24.2014 @ 11:44 pm
I’m cheerful, active and thoughtful.
in my pensive mood here I lie;
waiting for you.
» Posted By gargouillis On 03.20.2014 @ 6:43 am
You are quite modest,
way too much maybe.
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 then;
(I could looking at you for hours, day, even months.)
You should see yourself
with my eyes:
» Posted By gargouillis On 03.09.2014 @ 11:58 pm
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.
» Posted By gargouillis On 03.04.2014 @ 12:15 am
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 point-finger
and whispering me in a ear a lonely melody:
I think I would be happy and serene.
» Posted By gargouillis On 02.28.2014 @ 3:37 pm
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 graciously in-love eyes.
» Posted By gargouillis On 02.27.2014 @ 10:26 pm
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 tears over a bunch of letters
written from Life.
And he died sinking deeply
inside the melancholic ink.
» Posted By gargouillis On 02.23.2014 @ 12:46 pm
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.
do you feel my waves of emotion?
» Posted By gargouillis On 02.19.2014 @ 11:31 am
These talons scratch my dreams;
make them bleed deep inside my mind.
I don’t even try
to open my pale eyes:
I know you’re hiding behind your fears and doubts
– and I can not do anything for you.
I can’t save you, darling;
but I’m right here
– only for you;
instead of harm yourself and your soul
punch my feelings and tear apart my lungs.
I’ll sunk into your pain,
if you would asked me so.
» Posted By gargouillis On 02.19.2014 @ 4:05 am
I’m struggling with my own reflection tonight
once again, you’d say, stop staring at your fears;
But I’m not who I should be, I reply, and I look in the mirror.
There is always something wrong
in my red dyed hair,
in my green and pale eyes,
in my trembling fingertips,
in my soft hips,
in my noisy head,
in my empty heart.
There is always
» Posted By gargouillis On 01.30.2014 @ 1:53 pm
Every lonely wanderer,
has to clasp their own mind, their hidden emotions
in order to not fall into madness;
feelings are going to tear up the drenched skin
and sting the soaked dark pupils:
waves of desperation, melancholia, pain.
So embrace me, please;
hold me tightly;
don’t let me lose myself.
(I don’t want to wander lonely anymore.)
» Posted By gargouillis On 01.29.2014 @ 12:05 pm
I was born in a starry
and cold night;
there was snow upon my tingling forehead,
warm hand between my sighs and breaths.
You were lonely
the first time we met;
your thoughts melting into mine.
I should have let go all the memories, maybe?
once you’ve threw everything away
you can re-start another life;
but there would always be a couple of things
which will stay with you forever, I think.
Like the first snowflake
or your touch on my bare skin.
» Posted By gargouillis On 01.22.2014 @ 2:52 pm
We are going to dance all night long.
Dance and dance again as if we were
lonely, wild petals of carnations,
of lilies, of daisies, of roses.
Moving and waving goodbye
upon a tremendous and violent sky.
We dance through night and day;
taking rhythmic breaths between death and life.
» Posted By gargouillis On 01.21.2014 @ 12:09 pm
This room is full of sentiment:
I can feel your delicate touch on my dreams
and your breath merge into my words.
I am able to sense you.
» Posted By gargouillis On 01.18.2014 @ 11:36 am
Close the door behind your shoulder, darling,
I do not want to see my naked dreams
bleeding and aching around my pale wrists.
I can not help my mind to stop
weeping loudly in these empty walls
– laments and murmurous echoing.
Everything seems too huge, too untouchable,
even for the shaking fingers of the imagination:
I wish I had your breath beside me – all around me;
your lovely words against the cold skin of my strained cheek;
your hands firmly caressing my scars,
pulling out the dagger from my pounding chest.
are here, instead of you,
and they scream and they shout and they are afraid.
‘The first cut is the deepest’
the last memory is the sweetest,
the nightingale sings.
(I am afraid
» Posted By gargouillis On 01.15.2014 @ 12:49 pm
My words are counted
beneath my tongue
and my fingers brush
quietly and slowly their edges.
Someone finds me
my words –
because I’m stammering
and I’ve lost the meaning of things.
» Posted By gargouillis On 01.14.2014 @ 12:25 pm
Drawing in this glass of bourbon:
only this one, promise.
Tomorrow is going to be a new day.
a new chance; unique opportunity –
tomorrow for sure
but not tonight.
I need something strong among these pale stars.
I have to forget everything.
“Pour me another one,
you’re a good man.”
» Posted By gargouillis On 01.09.2014 @ 3:58 pm
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I see you rolling, waving
and passing through the seasons
with a delightful melancholic smile
quickly painted on those red lips.
I would be able to look at you for hours:
you are blind,
your heart does not beat furiously;
you are so extremely calm,
you are floating among silver clouds.
The rush of the world,
the emotions of life,
doesn’t take you breath away?
» Posted By gargouillis On 01.08.2014 @ 10:27 pm