Submissions by Grae (Bryan Gray)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poetry is my therapy.
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.
#love
#grief
#dark
#apocalypse
#metaphor
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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.
#LifeAsAWriter
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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.
#PopCulture
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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.
#PopCulture
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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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LOVE POEM
Published
25th Apr 2017 5:15am
25th Apr 2017 5:15am
skullflower
heart full of ocean.
sky full of aeon.
it always felt like i were on holiday there.
in the shadow of the moon.
you let me push the hair past your ear
like a bandsaw blade over an idler wheel.
a lip quiver.
a mouth full of ghost.
instead of eyes,
a pair of machine guns
blossoming the back of my skull.
sky full of aeon.
it always felt like i were on holiday there.
in the shadow of the moon.
you let me push the hair past your ear
like a bandsaw blade over an idler wheel.
a lip quiver.
a mouth full of ghost.
instead of eyes,
a pair of machine guns
blossoming the back of my skull.
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Nov 2016 7:04am
20th Nov 2016 7:04am
icarus vibe
there is no footing in the sky.
but no confinement.
i know that i am wrong...
tell me
what you think i want to hear.
tell me in binary.
tell me in seven tongues.
i was just too close, that's all.
too close
to the sun.
tell me anything at all...
there used to be a hole in the sky.
now they say it's a star.
light my world, why don't you.
your soylent green eyes.
you infinity.
you splitting atom.
...
but no confinement.
i know that i am wrong...
tell me
what you think i want to hear.
tell me in binary.
tell me in seven tongues.
i was just too close, that's all.
too close
to the sun.
tell me anything at all...
there used to be a hole in the sky.
now they say it's a star.
light my world, why don't you.
your soylent green eyes.
you infinity.
you splitting atom.
...
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Nov 2016 2:09am
8th Nov 2016 2:09am
being
i tried to understand the goodness in you.
i tried to hold it in my hand,
but it burned a hole right through my palm.
now everything i try to hold
slips right through.
i always
get it wrong.
i drag my belly full of exodus
under that gaping yellow wound,
that exposed geode in the sky.
god bleaches the bones of angels.
god makes photosynthesis possible
so that we can place flowers at each other's graves.
i've realized
that i don't need you to be true.
i think
i just need you
to...
i tried to hold it in my hand,
but it burned a hole right through my palm.
now everything i try to hold
slips right through.
i always
get it wrong.
i drag my belly full of exodus
under that gaping yellow wound,
that exposed geode in the sky.
god bleaches the bones of angels.
god makes photosynthesis possible
so that we can place flowers at each other's graves.
i've realized
that i don't need you to be true.
i think
i just need you
to...
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Oct 2016 11:34pm
26th Oct 2016 11:34pm
nebulous
i see a bed of embers
like city lights
and explosions like thermal brain imagery.
it's july 4th
and it's not so pretty.
it's not what i thought it would be...
see you
looking into my pupils
like a pair of peepholes,
hoping to find some understanding of me.
but i'm all kaleidoscope inside, baby.
i say my prayers in the ether.
i get my kicks in the dark.
like city lights
and explosions like thermal brain imagery.
it's july 4th
and it's not so pretty.
it's not what i thought it would be...
see you
looking into my pupils
like a pair of peepholes,
hoping to find some understanding of me.
but i'm all kaleidoscope inside, baby.
i say my prayers in the ether.
i get my kicks in the dark.
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Oct 2016 5:55am
4th Oct 2016 5:55am
songbird
2 second armageddon
in the exit wounds that were my eyes.
i clenched my teeth down on the hundredth bullet.
see your solar eyes, sweetheart.
if you could see without them,
we would see each other.
i remember the day i learned
that we were doomed.
where the sky ebbed
and the end of days began.
my eyes were green then.
but sometimes brown.
i could stare at you for days
and never see you.
i heard
the dead arpeggios
of a songbird.
...
in the exit wounds that were my eyes.
i clenched my teeth down on the hundredth bullet.
see your solar eyes, sweetheart.
if you could see without them,
we would see each other.
i remember the day i learned
that we were doomed.
where the sky ebbed
and the end of days began.
my eyes were green then.
but sometimes brown.
i could stare at you for days
and never see you.
i heard
the dead arpeggios
of a songbird.
...
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Sep 2016 9:31pm
5th Sep 2016 9:31pm
the honesty of fire
i would sleep through this entire life
if i could.
the orange hue on my face can tell no lie.
they'll call it arson, i'm sure.
i saw pareidolia last night
in the stucco ceiling of some apartment i have never seen.
i see a small pool of black venom.
i see a wooden cutting board on formica.
my world of heaven.
dreaming is much better
than being awake.
the honesty of fire
is assuring.
consuming.
comfort in oblivion.
in the arms of nothingness.
all of it.
everything.
perpetuity.
...
if i could.
the orange hue on my face can tell no lie.
they'll call it arson, i'm sure.
i saw pareidolia last night
in the stucco ceiling of some apartment i have never seen.
i see a small pool of black venom.
i see a wooden cutting board on formica.
my world of heaven.
dreaming is much better
than being awake.
the honesty of fire
is assuring.
consuming.
comfort in oblivion.
in the arms of nothingness.
all of it.
everything.
perpetuity.
...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Aug 2016 3:26pm
26th Aug 2016 3:26pm
colima
the stars in the sky
just hang there over it all
like embers blown from a bonfire.
we used to be stars, you know.
the stars of the valley are pretty.
but unnecessary.
like christmas decor in june.
i'm on colima
trudging toward the constellation whittier.
sending a makeshift prayer
to lambert and gunn.
like teeth
pushing into the wrong set of tumblers.
the wrong star.
the wrong sky.
the wrong everything.
just hang there over it all
like embers blown from a bonfire.
we used to be stars, you know.
the stars of the valley are pretty.
but unnecessary.
like christmas decor in june.
i'm on colima
trudging toward the constellation whittier.
sending a makeshift prayer
to lambert and gunn.
like teeth
pushing into the wrong set of tumblers.
the wrong star.
the wrong sky.
the wrong everything.
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