Ok people, I have an announcement for you. This year comes with the resolution that I need to publish more. That being said, I am in the process of publishing a second book -my poetry volume.
I don’t really know the title yet, but it will be ready this month, so fingers crossed.
I will keep you posted.
Love,
S.
Confused souls
inhaled smoke
in the dark
all pitch black.
Loneliness…
apparent happiness.
vodka shots
short skirt lasses
dance ’till fall
take the rage out,
take it all !
raise the glasses!
lose control.
bloody fears
in this crazy,
fucked up world,
ice cold beers
spill them all
on the sticky dirty floor.
and some solid tears
above…
when its snowing,
and its dark.
and you search
your long lost heart
in a god forsaken pub…
met the eyes
I read in them
many awful lonely nights.
filled with dreams
and crazy fears
masked with
confidence, no lies.
boiling lava under ice
all that passion.
and that rage.
turn the page.
he s so cool!
think they know him?
he s no fool.
just like me,
you can’ t get in.
without us inviting you.
hold the hand
for how long ?
am i cynic?
am i wrong?
the smoke s gone.
am i crazy,
am i blind??
or am i simply
only wise?
always chasing
for our dream
but we love…
to live in sin
grotesque fools!
we are many
and we’re lost
so much questions
hit the dust…
“will it last?”
even the whole sky s a lie
look at it !!
well, how can i ?
when the stars
are dead and gone,
and i m looking at the past?
trying not to lose control
of our perfect polished soul
lets go party,
lets go dance!!
lets pretend we have a chance.
lets forget…!!
and just wait the sun-
so bright-
let us scream
yes, let us sweat!
maybe loose our minds
tonight.
glitter rainbows
let’s go blind!
no regret.
© All rights reserved Sofia Goublias-2014
she likes…
to stare into the flame
until her eyes just hurt in pain.
and begging her to sleep
but she will never listen
and she never did.
sleep won’t leave her breathe
and life is all she craves
those poison blades
that cut the veins
with so much blood to give.
the lucid dreamer or it’s just
the pretty little paradox
not even her beloved knows
she is a tiny box of words.
so many putrid flowers grow
and rot, inside her heart.
some long lost memories, that maybe…
they still just hurt a lot.
she always waits for something new
she doesn’t really knows.
the ones who she adores are few
and the pendulum goes…
“tic-tac” in silence, screams!
that little metal clock
its not quite what it seems.
and when she walks– she thinks…
is she alive or dead?
are we just fantasies,
or are we something else,
that live inside some head?
or maybe just reflections
of some old versions of us?
memories who hurt so bad
that they believe they’re really glad?
are we, all people, mad?
buffoons that dance and drink?
a glass of wine, a bit of beer
a little vodka and a tear ?
she likes to smoke and sing
the music pluck her wings
while she’s trying to fly
against the birds and wind.
“does the violinist knows
what the composer felt?
or does the reader shared–
the gruesome pain of the poet ?
just sacrifice, no gain.
creating things they mock.
when everything’s in vain.
and after death, they praise
the ones who were amongst them
in such misery, pain.
it doesn’t matter “who”
and what ‘s the point of it?
we realize our loss
after they’re gone,
and we’re alone.
Just an ironic cause
Comic and tragic too.
And all those silent nights…
the abyss that they dig,
to find the mind behind
into a blackness full of light.
they won’t do it to please!
the motive is not fame!
living two separate lives
one normal, one insane.”
her thoughts, go round and round.
the tic-tac wakes her up.
the pendulum screams “ding-dong!”
and outside is still dark.
while her eyes craved for sleep,
with a cute smile of shame…
she realized again!
her thoughts were just a dream.
© All rights reserved Sofia Goublias-2014
Hi guys,
So for the Holidays, my gift to you is a discount coupon for my book. Just enter this code on the site MY34E and you will get my book 35% cheaper.
This offer expires on Jan. the 1-st 2015.
Happy holidays !
Love,
Sofia
dusty road
crazy mind
tired feet
lovely heart
love is kind
crazy too
dusty feet
road unkind
confused mind
crazy love
sometimes blind
dusty heart.
© All rights reserved Sofia Goublias-2014
A city of bones
or maybe just a crying violin
in the background
of my thoughts.
And some whispers.
Of mean, unimportant people,
rude humans that don’t
deserve my sadness.
How I wish to teleport myself
In a music box.
Forget that all
is a pretty little lie.
Or just basic loneliness.
that scars us for life.
And when the music stops,
i wish—
—i could breathe
not my mistakes, or yours.
but just a thought…
“How far a tear can run?
Maybe the abyss has an end?”
And i wish—
that I could see the bottom
of the pit.
Without hesitations.
Or false hopes.
Just give up,
And breathe out.
all my soul.
Without hesitations,
or false hopes.
Or even memories
of you.
just forget we even met.
© All rights reserved Sofia Goublias-2014
Hello everyone,
I am pleased to announce that finally my book is available in English here
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/468840
Love,
Sophia
It’s blurry, but its clear
That you were never here.
I’ve touched you in my dreams,
But always you were late.
So far, but yet… so near.
Its raining with dark fate.
Its blurry but its clear.
And you were never here.
Alone in my cold room,
With shallow eyes– I looked!
Outside the cats are craving…
for the rats–they’re doomed.
Its blurry, but so clear.
That you were never here.
And I– just like the cat
Who wants a rat so bad,
Just tried to put my hand,
To feel– your smile– so near
But you were never here.
Its blurry… but its clear.
Was it the distance bad
If happiness was near?
It wasn’t very clear…
I’m smiling but I’m sad.
© All rights reserved Sofia Goublias-2011
“We chop our souls, tearing bloody chunks out of them and give them to strangers. And when the right one comes along,
is there anything left to give ?
In my drift , vulgar world , there were cruel intentions, romances worth a certain sum of money, bought, dead and gone romances.
Too much vitriol , too many disappointments, we all lived in a huge orgy bluntly called “the modern world, today’s world”.
In order to survive here you need to have qualities like selfishness, slyness, cold blood, indifference and shallowness.
I had put my head on a silver platted and given it for so many times decapitated and fragile…
it was watched, admired and then tossed back in the mass grave… along with other thousands of heads…
Being hurt, I hurt back wearing masks after masks like an executioner… cutting heads and tossing them in that filthy grave of stupid arrogance.
At night, being alone in front of comically round moon, my thoughts plagued me, judging me in front of the harshest jury, my conscience… bringing in front of my eyes the faces to the people I had hurt, used or manipulated when I was younger. I’ve made mistakes but never lied.
This happened at night… During the day I became Elle gorgeous and optimistic like a butterfly.
Sometimes I wanted to seclude myself on a peak of the highest mountain, where the faces of cold and dead angels – the snowflakes – would play my favorite song… and then jump into the abyss… to die like a heroine, after having lived like a gray lizard…
a meaningless, decadent and fearful life. That was Hell.
This was me, half light, half darkness.
A tonic and selfish, chaotic and generous presence, an idealist, lover of freedom, I was perfect at giving advice but never followed them. I liked the state of bliss, romance, and the insane passion…Also I dreamed of demonically sensual apparitions with long, black nails that abducted and took me on liquid capes in temples dedicated to me… where under the candlelight…
naked pages oil painted me on the glass walls.
I never felt I was entirely a woman, more of a hybrid between a cancer and an ideal… There’s not a name for this. Nor a gender.”
From the novel ” Love between two worlds”. Translation by Oana Amuza
© All rights reserved Sofia Goublias-2014
I am the smoke you inhale
I m the whiskey, the vodka, the absinth shots
the hangover too.
The bitter-sweet taste that you hate
after kissing another pair of shallow lips.
The invisible tattoo on your chest
I m the irrational thought
that never leaves you alone
the craving
the one who always makes you happy
the diamond in the dirt
the dirt full of life
I am the beauty and the beast
the poems that you read
The one who never stays in your head
long enough to get you bored
The pain when you are missing something
that you can’t really explain
and when you do,
others think you’re insane
and they laugh and that makes you smile too.
You re laughing at you.
© All rights reserved Sofia Goublias-2014
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