Submissions by Grae (Bryan Gray)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poetry is my therapy.
DRUGS POEM
Published
12th Nov 2022 8:33am
12th Nov 2022 8:33am
kim
she had a gaze
like a love letter to the dead.
funeral throat vespers in a sodium blur.
wishing she could walk down the stairs,
for an iota of control.
like the wayward calf subdued by hyenas,
you are still very much alive
when the liquor
tears your life apart.
like a love letter to the dead.
funeral throat vespers in a sodium blur.
wishing she could walk down the stairs,
for an iota of control.
like the wayward calf subdued by hyenas,
you are still very much alive
when the liquor
tears your life apart.
#alcohol
#addiction
87 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Oct 2022 5:51pm
24th Oct 2022 5:51pm
south grand
it's fitting
that i should want to die right now
feeling entombed
within the concrete of this place
sublevel byway
a living grave
machine roar resounding
off the dull grey everything
cigarettes in the work truck
a couple drags would be nice
the keys nestled in the cup holder
right there with them
locked in
irritatingly,
annoyingly,
dumb-as-fuckingly
that i should want to die right now
feeling entombed
within the concrete of this place
sublevel byway
a living grave
machine roar resounding
off the dull grey everything
cigarettes in the work truck
a couple drags would be nice
the keys nestled in the cup holder
right there with them
locked in
irritatingly,
annoyingly,
dumb-as-fuckingly
#LifeStruggles
#funny
50 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Oct 2022 8:54pm
1st Oct 2022 8:54pm
alcove
telephone pole like découpage
a message posted there
for the dead moon
a white chalk outline
your alcove up the way
i can think of amputations
of 4th degree burns
suicides from skyscrapers
angels in razor wire
eyes becoming volcanic glass
if i could only dream of you
if i could just stay there...
it's okay to be sad...
that's what it says
this telephone pole
in los feliz
a message posted there
for the dead moon
a white chalk outline
your alcove up the way
i can think of amputations
of 4th degree burns
suicides from skyscrapers
angels in razor wire
eyes becoming volcanic glass
if i could only dream of you
if i could just stay there...
it's okay to be sad...
that's what it says
this telephone pole
in los feliz
#sadness
97 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
19th Sep 2022 4:17pm
19th Sep 2022 4:17pm
angel of rancor
a murder crawl
inching along the light festooned edifices
like tombstones wrapped in string lights
they say angels live here
but i'm not so sure they know what angels are
i could use a cigarette break
maybe the sweet release of death
either will do honestly
an inch of road per soul reduction
that's how this works
erosion at a glacial crawl
saties 'lent et douloureux' on a loop inside me
the angels must be rancorous things
inching along the light festooned edifices
like tombstones wrapped in string lights
they say angels live here
but i'm not so sure they know what angels are
i could use a cigarette break
maybe the sweet release of death
either will do honestly
an inch of road per soul reduction
that's how this works
erosion at a glacial crawl
saties 'lent et douloureux' on a loop inside me
the angels must be rancorous things
#city
79 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Aug 2022 5:52am
15th Aug 2022 5:52am
carbide
a blur of teeth and gullet
carves the fissure
taste of tissue, skin
and blood
yet it does not hate
doesn't hunger
and thick droplets
speckling a thin wake of pollock
trailing from the beast
though it does not thirst
no rancor
it was the scream of conifer
my poor judgement
and a lack of the proper tool
carves the fissure
taste of tissue, skin
and blood
yet it does not hate
doesn't hunger
and thick droplets
speckling a thin wake of pollock
trailing from the beast
though it does not thirst
no rancor
it was the scream of conifer
my poor judgement
and a lack of the proper tool
#learning
#art
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8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
12th Aug 2022 6:21pm
12th Aug 2022 6:21pm
untitled 8/12/22
collapsed moon
like lung convulsing
a stitched maw transition
swimming shallow brine eye
fucked hard exodus head
gaping raw
and red
turnstile dream egress
floral vein drained
wordly gone everythings
gore dancer lulls a pulse
all sleeper skin angel bone dead
lay still
gaping raw
and red
like lung convulsing
a stitched maw transition
swimming shallow brine eye
fucked hard exodus head
gaping raw
and red
turnstile dream egress
floral vein drained
wordly gone everythings
gore dancer lulls a pulse
all sleeper skin angel bone dead
lay still
gaping raw
and red
#death
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Aug 2022 6:28pm
11th Aug 2022 6:28pm
victoria
the sky
hung there a jaundice yellow
and your eyes
were distant stars
and the world didn't seem to matter very much anymore
just cigarette ash
drifting on the breeze
when i learned i'd never see you again...
maybe with a better mind
i would have known how to tell you how i feel
bare my heart all autumn leaf orange and valentine red
every poem i write for you
does no justice
silverlake is empty
...
hung there a jaundice yellow
and your eyes
were distant stars
and the world didn't seem to matter very much anymore
just cigarette ash
drifting on the breeze
when i learned i'd never see you again...
maybe with a better mind
i would have known how to tell you how i feel
bare my heart all autumn leaf orange and valentine red
every poem i write for you
does no justice
silverlake is empty
...
#sadness
#love
#regret
251 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Jul 2022 11:46pm
10th Jul 2022 11:46pm
soft destroyer
hear the song
you sing
in little murmurs
to yourself
something about love
something about
your voice
giving credence to the thought
that i could die
right here
and be just fine
you sing
in little murmurs
to yourself
something about love
something about
your voice
giving credence to the thought
that i could die
right here
and be just fine
#beauty
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Jul 2022 4:28am
1st Jul 2022 4:28am
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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15 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
24th Jun 2022 6:19pm
24th Jun 2022 6:19pm
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
200 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2022 4:29pm
23rd Jun 2022 4:29pm
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 forever in descent
you are
everything else
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 forever in descent
you are
everything else
#love
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Jun 2022 8:28am
12th Jun 2022 8:28am
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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