Submissions by Grae (Bryan Gray)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction I don't care.
DARK POEM
Published
12th Jul 2019 5:11am
12th Jul 2019 5:11am
ghost machine
lead and brass
fed into the ghost machine.
let it rain.
and everyone around him goes to sleep.
it's mercy mostly.
some of it
is for kicks though.
save a raindrop for himself.
it's for his brain.
to pass through his skull
and disappear into the drywall.
it's mercy
mostly.
fed into the ghost machine.
let it rain.
and everyone around him goes to sleep.
it's mercy mostly.
some of it
is for kicks though.
save a raindrop for himself.
it's for his brain.
to pass through his skull
and disappear into the drywall.
it's mercy
mostly.
#murder
#violence
#death
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Dec 2018 7:03am
14th Dec 2018 7:03am
fertile crescent
same
soil
for your heaven collapsing.
mother reduced
of a genocide,
homicide, matricide.
in que
and of the same womb
for a deicide,
ecocide, infanticide.
the same pulse
commiting
androcide,
biocide, dominicide.
all the same heartbreak,
all the same soil,
with so many different words
for murder,
and only one
for love.
soil
for your heaven collapsing.
mother reduced
of a genocide,
homicide, matricide.
in que
and of the same womb
for a deicide,
ecocide, infanticide.
the same pulse
commiting
androcide,
biocide, dominicide.
all the same heartbreak,
all the same soil,
with so many different words
for murder,
and only one
for love.
#murder
#violence
#oppression #war
#oppression #war
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Aug 2018 1:44pm
16th Aug 2018 1:44pm
the impressionist
grazing the tops of wild flowers.
fingers do this
in some sun-filled dream,
some golden vale that i have never seen.
when i open my eyes i see nothing.
when i close my eyes i see you.
don't bring me flowers.
i see bubonic sky,
white rib cage dripping red sinew.
singing, yelling,
screaming.
head full of corpse.
eyes like a pair of exit wounds
in some sun-scorched dream,
some burning vale that i have never seen.
everything always looks like
monet.
fingers do this
in some sun-filled dream,
some golden vale that i have never seen.
when i open my eyes i see nothing.
when i close my eyes i see you.
don't bring me flowers.
i see bubonic sky,
white rib cage dripping red sinew.
singing, yelling,
screaming.
head full of corpse.
eyes like a pair of exit wounds
in some sun-scorched dream,
some burning vale that i have never seen.
everything always looks like
monet.
#despair
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Jun 2018 6:18am
6th Jun 2018 6:18am
untitled (6/5/18)
sun-white
blossom for cupped hands.
sun lodged in my trachea.
learn to split atoms.
my roman horizon.
war in vein.
god seed.
i dreamt
the sky had finally fallen.
i dreamt
i saw andromeda pirouette
into the mouths of men.
eyes like geode,
like polyurethane,
like brine.
all of it.
just a skull full of afterglow.
earth
burns
red
on the inside.
so do i.
blossom for cupped hands.
sun lodged in my trachea.
learn to split atoms.
my roman horizon.
war in vein.
god seed.
i dreamt
the sky had finally fallen.
i dreamt
i saw andromeda pirouette
into the mouths of men.
eyes like geode,
like polyurethane,
like brine.
all of it.
just a skull full of afterglow.
earth
burns
red
on the inside.
so do i.
#sadness
#anxiety
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Feb 2018 1:40pm
27th Feb 2018 1:40pm
stalactite
are you listening?
dripping down. sun ray.
i can't embrace.
another poacher of limbs
on the prowl.
feel a dog star in it's open mouth.
nestled against. unhealthy.
seeping in.
odorless. poisonous.
i don't mind.
i need a highway deicide.
malaysia on the undercarriage.
god of limbs. blossoming. supernova.
i know
you're listening.
dripping down. sun ray.
i can't embrace.
like i'm eloping
in someone else's
dream.
dripping down. sun ray.
i can't embrace.
another poacher of limbs
on the prowl.
feel a dog star in it's open mouth.
nestled against. unhealthy.
seeping in.
odorless. poisonous.
i don't mind.
i need a highway deicide.
malaysia on the undercarriage.
god of limbs. blossoming. supernova.
i know
you're listening.
dripping down. sun ray.
i can't embrace.
like i'm eloping
in someone else's
dream.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Jan 2018 5:37am
30th Jan 2018 5:37am
copernicus
flood of starlight
like detrimental
fog.
let it burn my eyes to a crisp.
be it ra.
be it a hole in the sky.
my dreamscape cognition...
first there was asphyxia
and then there was
night sky.
i use my sense of sight
to ascertain.
but the problem is
i'm still learning how to use
my eyes.
like detrimental
fog.
let it burn my eyes to a crisp.
be it ra.
be it a hole in the sky.
my dreamscape cognition...
first there was asphyxia
and then there was
night sky.
i use my sense of sight
to ascertain.
but the problem is
i'm still learning how to use
my eyes.
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Jan 2018 7:54am
18th Jan 2018 7:54am
arachnophile
there are these gyres in me
where mistakes twirl and swirl around.
the ones i haven't learned from.
maybe one day
i'll have more than two eyes,
maybe i'll learn how to kill.
we could talk about lurid things
or love and connection,
and i could watch all eight of your legs splay open
like a ruptured rib cage.
grisliness
is second
only to charm.
where mistakes twirl and swirl around.
the ones i haven't learned from.
maybe one day
i'll have more than two eyes,
maybe i'll learn how to kill.
we could talk about lurid things
or love and connection,
and i could watch all eight of your legs splay open
like a ruptured rib cage.
grisliness
is second
only to charm.
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Jan 2018 00:09am
6th Jan 2018 00:09am
megiddo head
see a queen
of the floor boards.
but i'm there too.
does that make me a king?
in a kingdom of you
does heaven even exist?
it doesn't matter.
i know how it ends.
all i can see are insects anymore.
your dog in vein,
sodium rich and permian.
it's the end of the world.
and you're right there.
right there with me.
the red and blue lights
cutting images of shrubbery
out of the hillside.
of the floor boards.
but i'm there too.
does that make me a king?
in a kingdom of you
does heaven even exist?
it doesn't matter.
i know how it ends.
all i can see are insects anymore.
your dog in vein,
sodium rich and permian.
it's the end of the world.
and you're right there.
right there with me.
the red and blue lights
cutting images of shrubbery
out of the hillside.
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Dec 2017 4:45am
30th Dec 2017 4:45am
west L.A.
slow day artery.
slow ivy as
pads expand and contract.
and the
lava jives.
we're on the verge
of obsidian.
my crawling veins.
this,
a torture crawl.
and every murder crawler
to loose my vapor form.
know
that i am not haunted by ghosts,
i am haunted
by living things.
slow ivy as
pads expand and contract.
and the
lava jives.
we're on the verge
of obsidian.
my crawling veins.
this,
a torture crawl.
and every murder crawler
to loose my vapor form.
know
that i am not haunted by ghosts,
i am haunted
by living things.
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Dec 2017 4:53am
1st Dec 2017 4:53am
permian
star speckled ripples
like a prelude to all there ever was.
you're wading in night sky
and i'm standing
at the edge of the universe.
permian style.
and with this pyre of a thought.
it's the end of the world.
i know
i needed the catastrophe.
i needed a mass extinction.
i needed
to loathe you.
like a prelude to all there ever was.
you're wading in night sky
and i'm standing
at the edge of the universe.
permian style.
and with this pyre of a thought.
it's the end of the world.
i know
i needed the catastrophe.
i needed a mass extinction.
i needed
to loathe you.
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Aug 2017 2:53pm
25th Aug 2017 2:53pm
gray
he thinks my name
is gary.
the cashier guy at the gas station down the way.
it's the name patch on my work shirt.
he gets it wrong every time.
i never correct him.
it's just a name, after all.
besides,
maybe i like being gary.
my second self,
my alter ego.
maybe this gary is a decent guy.
maybe he eats healthy and goes jogging in the morning.
maybe he pays his bills on time.
what's in a name...?
i never correct him.
never.
is gary.
the cashier guy at the gas station down the way.
it's the name patch on my work shirt.
he gets it wrong every time.
i never correct him.
it's just a name, after all.
besides,
maybe i like being gary.
my second self,
my alter ego.
maybe this gary is a decent guy.
maybe he eats healthy and goes jogging in the morning.
maybe he pays his bills on time.
what's in a name...?
i never correct him.
never.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Jul 2017 9:23pm
4th Jul 2017 9:23pm
dear everything,
fill in
where needed.
even if
it isn't
true.
chisel stone
to fit into a place
it doesn't belong.
even the sun
lies.
i have no faith
in you.
so go ahead.
do it.
lie to me.
make everything up.
it doesn't matter...
the sun isn't yellow.
the sun is
white.
where needed.
even if
it isn't
true.
chisel stone
to fit into a place
it doesn't belong.
even the sun
lies.
i have no faith
in you.
so go ahead.
do it.
lie to me.
make everything up.
it doesn't matter...
the sun isn't yellow.
the sun is
white.
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