Submissions by Grae (Bryan Gray)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
What?
praise
i once caught a glimpse
of your inward melancholy
and i wondered
maybe you're like me
and not this thing that i've built you up to be
set high atop a pedestal
reigning over my emotions
where you are not you
but an idea
of you
of your inward melancholy
and i wondered
maybe you're like me
and not this thing that i've built you up to be
set high atop a pedestal
reigning over my emotions
where you are not you
but an idea
of you
#bittersweet
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hollywood & vine
how strange it is
to be amidst this many people
and feel so alone
i feel disconnected
i don't belong
there is the wail of a siren
screaming down argyle
maybe to spirit me away
these days
would i even know it
if i needed an ambulance?
to be amidst this many people
and feel so alone
i feel disconnected
i don't belong
there is the wail of a siren
screaming down argyle
maybe to spirit me away
these days
would i even know it
if i needed an ambulance?
#loneliness
#emptiness
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sky pyre
a smile
for the half-eaten dove laying
glass-eyed and still
smile how
remainders smile
and under a borrowed sky
the heart
never learns
i can feign my entire existence
but i can't pretend i don't hear your perfect voice
resonate from the cafe
i am a burning jetliner in the sky
i adore you as quietly
as i can
for the half-eaten dove laying
glass-eyed and still
smile how
remainders smile
and under a borrowed sky
the heart
never learns
i can feign my entire existence
but i can't pretend i don't hear your perfect voice
resonate from the cafe
i am a burning jetliner in the sky
i adore you as quietly
as i can
#love
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old poems: on the riser
eons pass
before her sandals return to the ground
that same smile
leading me to the edge of the world
and in full frolic
watching her halo sink into the hills in the distance
she is a dandelion seed on the breeze
a small girl in pirouette
a dead paratrooper in the sky
before her sandals return to the ground
that same smile
leading me to the edge of the world
and in full frolic
watching her halo sink into the hills in the distance
she is a dandelion seed on the breeze
a small girl in pirouette
a dead paratrooper in the sky
#love
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bellevue
i turn the volume up
letting patsy cline's silvery voice fill the confines of my truck's cab
and i know the words
so i'm singing along
i'm not supposed to think about you
that's what the article said
about managing an infatuation
that i should stop the thoughts once they occure
try to distract myself
so i tell myself that i am not thinking about you
as i traverse the verdant hues lining the road that is leading me to you
and i tell myself that i am not thinking about you
when i arrive at your...
letting patsy cline's silvery voice fill the confines of my truck's cab
and i know the words
so i'm singing along
i'm not supposed to think about you
that's what the article said
about managing an infatuation
that i should stop the thoughts once they occure
try to distract myself
so i tell myself that i am not thinking about you
as i traverse the verdant hues lining the road that is leading me to you
and i tell myself that i am not thinking about you
when i arrive at your...
#love
#obsession
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untitled 6/2/22
it is a long murder
without last words
when i feel this way
the diminished feeling
of frayed filaments
waiting for the cozy forever
somewhere somehow
but there is no heaven
just the ghost of a whisper
in my ear
better to veer off the road
maybe plummet from an overpass
to be mangled and burned in twisted metal
to erase as much of me as possible
without last words
when i feel this way
the diminished feeling
of frayed filaments
waiting for the cozy forever
somewhere somehow
but there is no heaven
just the ghost of a whisper
in my ear
better to veer off the road
maybe plummet from an overpass
to be mangled and burned in twisted metal
to erase as much of me as possible
#depression
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lesser animal
i just want to nestle into the crook of your neck
let my fingers run through the waves of your hair
wrap my arms around all that you are
you're so beautiful
but i am a lesser animal
unable to understand the goodness in you
i could bring a broken sparrow to your feet
maybe a mangled pair of doves
maybe the head of a past lover
let my fingers run through the waves of your hair
wrap my arms around all that you are
you're so beautiful
but i am a lesser animal
unable to understand the goodness in you
i could bring a broken sparrow to your feet
maybe a mangled pair of doves
maybe the head of a past lover
#love
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a sectioning
saw the string slip
from fingers
saw the waning sphere
a tiny dot
and then nothing
and all the throats spilling afterglow
rasping the sky hymn
of coarse sectioning
of black maw and shimmering white apertures
the color of sleep
yearning to go
where the balloons go
from fingers
saw the waning sphere
a tiny dot
and then nothing
and all the throats spilling afterglow
rasping the sky hymn
of coarse sectioning
of black maw and shimmering white apertures
the color of sleep
yearning to go
where the balloons go
#sadness
#regret
#disappointment
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socialyte
all glass wristed
and of the glam gab
smiling
like a tree shredder
mists the newest solvent
to cover the rot
inside
and of the glam gab
smiling
like a tree shredder
mists the newest solvent
to cover the rot
inside
#culture
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vesuvias dream 2/15/20
our clothes
whipping and flailing
like the flags of some shipwrecked galleon
your long black hair flowing behind you
like smoke trailing from a wreckage
we're holding hands
on the shore in pompeii
watching the plume rise into the stratosphere
waiting
for the pyroclastic flow
whipping and flailing
like the flags of some shipwrecked galleon
your long black hair flowing behind you
like smoke trailing from a wreckage
we're holding hands
on the shore in pompeii
watching the plume rise into the stratosphere
waiting
for the pyroclastic flow
#dreams
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lady with the sliding miter saw
i watched her run the blade
across the lumber
gliding through
how a finger might run through hair
blonde hair, her hair
speckled with conifer
spraying onto her black zip-up hoodie
and the saw screamed
i don't know why
seeing her work a profession
mostly dominated by men
would make me like her more
but it does
across the lumber
gliding through
how a finger might run through hair
blonde hair, her hair
speckled with conifer
spraying onto her black zip-up hoodie
and the saw screamed
i don't know why
seeing her work a profession
mostly dominated by men
would make me like her more
but it does
#love
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dead horse
sunray touches my arm
and chrysanthemums sprout there
there are so many people
so many mouths like guillotines
lunettes upon necks
i used to like this place
now i loathe it
instead of eyes, i see obol
instead of voice, a symphony of strangulated throats
i heard the last comedian die
i saw the road blur
and the world go black
and chrysanthemums sprout there
there are so many people
so many mouths like guillotines
lunettes upon necks
i used to like this place
now i loathe it
instead of eyes, i see obol
instead of voice, a symphony of strangulated throats
i heard the last comedian die
i saw the road blur
and the world go black
#death
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