Submissions by Grae (Bryan Gray)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poetry is my therapy.
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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dear 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 felt
to bare myself
autumn leaf orange and valentine red
...
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 felt
to bare myself
autumn leaf orange and valentine red
...
#sadness
#love
#regret
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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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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 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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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
#anxiety
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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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