#gargoyle - Hello Poetry

On your shoulder stands a monster Name is insecurity Grotesque green-eyed gargoyle Subverting surroundings you see My heart an antique treasure Covered in dross and dust Every afternoon bricks wedged between Barrier built by broken trust In haste to label me a villain Strengths overlooked without a second glance Few foolish mistakes I may have made We will never succeed if you don't give us the chance There's plenty space for us to grow Turn over a new leaf Full of abundant paranoia No room in skull for belief I cannot take anymore upheaval Over and over again a skipping track Interrogation ripping flesh Infinite questions break back On map I illustrate details Appeasing you is tough Doesn't matter how accurate my statements Efforts seem to not ever be enough I feel indignity Gently caressing insight Embracing like a family member Not afraid of standing up for what's right So very tired of being pegged as the bad guy I take cover from insinuations In a brave moment of futility Kick the door in to house of expectations I dance in entryway like the whole world is blind Until I collapse because you make it so hard Each invalid word flung my direction Slowly wriggles through thought's guard It comes together Pieces of a mechanism Dismembering my self-esteem Out of nowhere insults are thrown my way Rage rises in me like steam My voices speak brutal tones Echoing deeply within brain Sometimes can't tell if my demons are lying Till morning sheds light on what's sane Sleeping dogs won't keep eyes closed I'm turned upside down I can't help but crawl back to your arms When day shifts perception around Every which way emotions are conflicted Rest when you realize you are wrong Leaving me alone in peace for awhile Until next episode comes along Till my fatigued legs are forced to start running Miles to showa the light Fly to a place with less distress Pinky promise we will be alright And wait for you to come to your senses Whether noon or months from now Playing out scene however it unfolds In future like a garden we will bloom somehow In jungle of life where so many are ruthless Are the only man who catches my eye Contrary to what imagination might assume Have no inclination or need to glance at another guy I told you before and I'll say it again Simply not that kind of girl Fact that you would even entertain that notion Truthfully makes me want to hurl We have faced fair share of challenges I'm sure there are more to come If you want me to be better try building my confidence Instead of opposite like calling me dumb Why does it look like you create obstacles? If let be the path would remain clear You search so persistently for problems Eventually they are bound to appear Making mountains of molehills Just wish for you to appreciate what you've got May never have as much to offer as you I give you my love and that's a lot I'm left wondering where things went wrong Striving to present my best Will you notice what's so obvious to me? Despite our issues we both are blessed Think if eyes were truly open Have nothing but faith in me Loyalty and devotion are screaming at top volume You are too focused on my shortcomings to see

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Jan 14, 2025

Jan 14, 2025 at 11:17 AM UTC

AmandaKayBurke

Gargoyle

On your shoulder stands a monster Name is insecurity Grotesque green-eyed gargoyle Subverting surroundings you see My heart an antique treasure Covered in dross and dust Every afternoon bricks wedged between Barrier built by broken trust In haste to label me a villain Strengths overlooked without a second glance Few foolish mistakes I may have made We will never succeed if you don't give us the chance There's plenty space for us to grow Turn over a new leaf Full of abundant paranoia No room in skull for belief I cannot take anymore upheaval Over and over again a skipping track Interrogation ripping flesh Infinite questions break back On map I illustrate details Appeasing you is tough Doesn't matter how accurate my statements Efforts seem to not ever be enough I feel indignity Gently caressing insight Embracing like a family member Not afraid of standing up for what's right So very tired of being pegged as the bad guy I take cover from insinuations In a brave moment of futility Kick the door in to house of expectations I dance in entryway like the whole world is blind Until I collapse because you make it so hard Each invalid word flung my direction Slowly wriggles through thought's guard It comes together Pieces of a mechanism Dismembering my self-esteem Out of nowhere insults are thrown my way Rage rises in me like steam My voices speak brutal tones Echoing deeply within brain Sometimes can't tell if my demons are lying Till morning sheds light on what's sane Sleeping dogs won't keep eyes closed I'm turned upside down I can't help but crawl back to your arms When day shifts perception around Every which way emotions are conflicted Rest when you realize you are wrong Leaving me alone in peace for awhile Until next episode comes along Till my fatigued legs are forced to start running Miles to showa the light Fly to a place with less distress Pinky promise we will be alright And wait for you to come to your senses Whether noon or months from now Playing out scene however it unfolds In future like a garden we will bloom somehow In jungle of life where so many are ruthless Are the only man who catches my eye Contrary to what imagination might assume Have no inclination or need to glance at another guy I told you before and I'll say it again Simply not that kind of girl Fact that you would even entertain that notion Truthfully makes me want to hurl We have faced fair share of challenges I'm sure there are more to come If you want me to be better try building my confidence Instead of opposite like calling me dumb Why does it look like you create obstacles? If let be the path would remain clear You search so persistently for problems Eventually they are bound to appear Making mountains of molehills Just wish for you to appreciate what you've got May never have as much to offer as you I give you my love and that's a lot I'm left wondering where things went wrong Striving to present my best Will you notice what's so obvious to me? Despite our issues we both are blessed Think if eyes were truly open Have nothing but faith in me Loyalty and devotion are screaming at top volume You are too focused on my shortcomings to see

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screams of the victorious: they yell, play, and loudly chant but i feel abducted i can't turning my ears inside out they sit on a pile of chairs pile of happy people no chance dim empty hallway the walls soak in my whole warmth their loud buzzing stings and pulls like this, i go forth i'm a gargoyle, stone to violently walk by, laugh about me sitting outside misfit and a half there's this jet black rust that forms deep inside your chest when everyone else's worst is your very best dear, one day i swear one day i swear i will write a tall text-wall like warfare about how i sat outside

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Apr 17, 2019

Apr 17, 2019 at 1:34 PM UTC

hypnopunk

i sat outside

screams of the victorious: they yell, play, and loudly chant but i feel abducted i can't turning my ears inside out they sit on a pile of chairs pile of happy people no chance dim empty hallway the walls soak in my whole warmth their loud buzzing stings and pulls like this, i go forth i'm a gargoyle, stone to violently walk by, laugh about me sitting outside misfit and a half there's this jet black rust that forms deep inside your chest when everyone else's worst is your very best dear, one day i swear one day i swear i will write a tall text-wall like warfare about how i sat outside

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Unang gabi sa huling sandali Nag-aagaw ang ilaw at dilim Katahimika'y namamayani. Nakatayo sa gilid ng bangin Isang hakbang tungo sa libingan Nakapikit ngunit nakatingin. Sumilip ang buwan sa kalangitan Hudyat ng katapusan ng duyog Tuluyang bumukas ang pintuan. Lumiyab ang bawat alikabok Mga alitaptap na dumadapo Sa bawat sugat nangingimasok. Buhok ay nagsimulang lumago Sabay sa pag-ikli ng hininga Nagpupumiglas sa bawat pulso. Isang bulaklak na bumubuka Dugo at ginto ang tanging dilig Usbong sa hungkag at tuyong lupa. Buto at laman ay nanginginig Balat ay nagsimulang uminit Halik ng apoy sa pulang tubig. Umuungol sa bawat pagpunit Likuran na may bagong pasanin Ngipin na sukdulang nagngangalit. Nakalutang sa payak na hangin Kamay ang nagsisilbing kandila Maglalakbay sa tulay na itim. Isang sulyap bago kumawala Ibinuka ang pakpak na pilak Huling yugto ng pakikidigma.

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Nov 18, 2018

Nov 18, 2018 at 11:28 PM UTC

KRRW

ELUSIDASYON / GARGUWALYO (Gargoyle Terza Rima 1)

Unang gabi sa huling sandali Nag-aagaw ang ilaw at dilim Katahimika'y namamayani. Nakatayo sa gilid ng bangin Isang hakbang tungo sa libingan Nakapikit ngunit nakatingin. Sumilip ang buwan sa kalangitan Hudyat ng katapusan ng duyog Tuluyang bumukas ang pintuan. Lumiyab ang bawat alikabok Mga alitaptap na dumadapo Sa bawat sugat nangingimasok. Buhok ay nagsimulang lumago Sabay sa pag-ikli ng hininga Nagpupumiglas sa bawat pulso. Isang bulaklak na bumubuka Dugo at ginto ang tanging dilig Usbong sa hungkag at tuyong lupa. Buto at laman ay nanginginig Balat ay nagsimulang uminit Halik ng apoy sa pulang tubig. Umuungol sa bawat pagpunit Likuran na may bagong pasanin Ngipin na sukdulang nagngangalit. Nakalutang sa payak na hangin Kamay ang nagsisilbing kandila Maglalakbay sa tulay na itim. Isang sulyap bago kumawala Ibinuka ang pakpak na pilak Huling yugto ng pakikidigma.

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Deep down the theater is a mystery Of the phantom who lives in misery A loathsome creature, masked in shame He lives in the shadows amidst glory and fame He runs the opera, they must follow his order Or else, a catastrophe will occur Opera Ghost, forever shall haunt Abide in you, I shall never flaunt The world created an Angel of Hell Taught him to **** and become cruel But deep inside is a frightened child Who yearns for beauty and all things mild A troubled entity beneath all fright The Phantom of the Opera, the Music of the Night.

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Jan 20, 2019

Jan 20, 2019 at 3:42 AM UTC

xxenthusiasm

THE PHANTOM’S SONNET (inspired from “The Phantom of the Opera”)

Deep down the theater is a mystery Of the phantom who lives in misery A loathsome creature, masked in shame He lives in the shadows amidst glory and fame He runs the opera, they must follow his order Or else, a catastrophe will occur Opera Ghost, forever shall haunt Abide in you, I shall never flaunt The world created an Angel of Hell Taught him to **** and become cruel But deep inside is a frightened child Who yearns for beauty and all things mild A troubled entity beneath all fright The Phantom of the Opera, the Music of the Night.

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I sat on the bed, hunched. If a gargoyle isn't being looked at, does it move? Silent, hideous celebration of the dark. All this is well and good. But statues are made of stone.

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Oct 13, 2017

Oct 13, 2017 at 8:50 PM UTC

Dybbuk

Gargoyle

I sat on the bed, hunched. If a gargoyle isn't being looked at, does it move? Silent, hideous celebration of the dark. All this is well and good. But statues are made of stone.

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Like a gargoyle on cloudy days, It's hard to stop and to refrain Form pouring all this gloomy rain Freely around this marketplace.

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Nov 16, 2016

Nov 16, 2016 at 5:40 AM UTC

gihon

Gargoyle

Like a gargoyle on cloudy days, It's hard to stop and to refrain Form pouring all this gloomy rain Freely around this marketplace.

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The honey in the lion sounds like a delicious thing–– a gentle balm capable of subduing the cruellest of monsters. According to the stars and tattooed, you fancied yourself king of the jungle–– lazy in hot African afternoons. Golden and tawn with sleepy sun-gold eyes, shaggy mane, muzzle red with the blood of a gazelle. Did you think me such easy prey? Or was I so much fermented honey, only a sweet intoxicant. Sun warmth seeps from jungles of cold concrete. I mistook your gargoyle wings for those of a guardian angel’s. I overlooked your rough skin, your crooked hawk nose and your skinny ribs, and assigned fine things in you that didn’t exist. So duped, I acquiesced to your slimy kiss. Your mouth a neglected cemetery, teeth a row of mossy tombstones. Vampire. Incubus. Your seduction like grotesque death. You named me tempest in a teacup, but I was the eye of the storm. Until the night the eye was eradicated, and the storm blew in, striking me dumb with your sound and fury. But no spattered blood and no spreading bruise to be found in the pattern of the kaleidoscope. No cause for alarm. Today I am lost in a picture show, a beautiful world coloured by nostalgic past. Women’s lips the vivid red print of a velvet valentine. Head in the Clouds, I fantasize about a certain scene. Because you think violence is **** retaliation – ********** in my dream. Give me an eye for my eye, for all the eyes you plucked, from women and breadwinners. Give me blood running down your back, sweet as honey.

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Sep 22, 2016

Sep 22, 2016 at 5:37 PM UTC

erin-suurkoivu

The Honey in the Lion

The honey in the lion sounds like a delicious thing–– a gentle balm capable of subduing the cruellest of monsters. According to the stars and tattooed, you fancied yourself king of the jungle–– lazy in hot African afternoons. Golden and tawn with sleepy sun-gold eyes, shaggy mane, muzzle red with the blood of a gazelle. Did you think me such easy prey? Or was I so much fermented honey, only a sweet intoxicant. Sun warmth seeps from jungles of cold concrete. I mistook your gargoyle wings for those of a guardian angel’s. I overlooked your rough skin, your crooked hawk nose and your skinny ribs, and assigned fine things in you that didn’t exist. So duped, I acquiesced to your slimy kiss. Your mouth a neglected cemetery, teeth a row of mossy tombstones. Vampire. Incubus. Your seduction like grotesque death. You named me tempest in a teacup, but I was the eye of the storm. Until the night the eye was eradicated, and the storm blew in, striking me dumb with your sound and fury. But no spattered blood and no spreading bruise to be found in the pattern of the kaleidoscope. No cause for alarm. Today I am lost in a picture show, a beautiful world coloured by nostalgic past. Women’s lips the vivid red print of a velvet valentine. Head in the Clouds, I fantasize about a certain scene. Because you think violence is **** retaliation – ********** in my dream. Give me an eye for my eye, for all the eyes you plucked, from women and breadwinners. Give me blood running down your back, sweet as honey.

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