Submissions by Grae (Bryan Gray)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poetry is my therapy.
SELF POEM
Published
11th Aug 2016 2:42pm
11th Aug 2016 2:42pm
totality
i'm under that cigarette cherry in the sky.
but i have love for the hateful sun.
that malicious star.
that i can't even look at without damaging my eyes.
totality.
i'm looking out through the sliding glass door.
the curtains dancing in the wind,
waving goodbye to the world.
i'm thinking about this dream i had
where i'm underwater.
my body is brimming with hydrogen & helium.
my own personal hell within.
i can hear the sound of human skulls cracking and buckling ...
but i have love for the hateful sun.
that malicious star.
that i can't even look at without damaging my eyes.
totality.
i'm looking out through the sliding glass door.
the curtains dancing in the wind,
waving goodbye to the world.
i'm thinking about this dream i had
where i'm underwater.
my body is brimming with hydrogen & helium.
my own personal hell within.
i can hear the sound of human skulls cracking and buckling ...
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Jul 2016 7:07am
25th Jul 2016 7:07am
K(no)wHeaven
content with
feeling discontent.
is it heaven?
this world could be all that there is.
could be the very last part in the human
experience.
but would i know heaven
if i saw it?
i have a skull full of afterlife
and a palm full of afterglow,
my heart
is full of ocean.
i can feel
a pair of hands slipping around my neck on my way to heaven.
feeling discontent.
is it heaven?
this world could be all that there is.
could be the very last part in the human
experience.
but would i know heaven
if i saw it?
i have a skull full of afterlife
and a palm full of afterglow,
my heart
is full of ocean.
i can feel
a pair of hands slipping around my neck on my way to heaven.
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Jul 2016 4:58am
18th Jul 2016 4:58am
mortarmorphosis
lithium ion eye under that
oil slick of a sky.
i'm there
just taking it all in.
teetering
on the edge of the world.
emotions are
like enzymes to break it all down.
i want to understand
myself.
the earth went off
like a mortar round in the sky.
oil slick of a sky.
i'm there
just taking it all in.
teetering
on the edge of the world.
emotions are
like enzymes to break it all down.
i want to understand
myself.
the earth went off
like a mortar round in the sky.
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Jul 2016 3:18pm
5th Jul 2016 3:18pm
stuffed animals on her bed
like prisoners
arranged for a firing squad.
the killing wall ever at our backs.
but that's not what i remember.
that thing in the sky?
i'm told it's the sun.
that i just can't recognize it right now.
that it'll fill this room
someday.
cleanse the contact points,
apply the solder.
simple,
only
i'm not good at connecting things.
like a smile.
i don't know what it means
when she smiles.
i don't know.
hear a crack of thunder
and...
arranged for a firing squad.
the killing wall ever at our backs.
but that's not what i remember.
that thing in the sky?
i'm told it's the sun.
that i just can't recognize it right now.
that it'll fill this room
someday.
cleanse the contact points,
apply the solder.
simple,
only
i'm not good at connecting things.
like a smile.
i don't know what it means
when she smiles.
i don't know.
hear a crack of thunder
and...
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Jun 2016 10:29pm
15th Jun 2016 10:29pm
pleasantries
see all those
flowerless bygones
living, breathing wounds
cell phone assassins
crumbling mountains like facade
stirs the belly
like a hive
i've learned to exit my skin
stage right
we praise our mother of sky and mitochondria
halo and ash
of the julienned heart
i see you forever
lungs filling up with sunlight
to drown in something pleasant
for a change
flowerless bygones
living, breathing wounds
cell phone assassins
crumbling mountains like facade
stirs the belly
like a hive
i've learned to exit my skin
stage right
we praise our mother of sky and mitochondria
halo and ash
of the julienned heart
i see you forever
lungs filling up with sunlight
to drown in something pleasant
for a change
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2016 5:23am
23rd Apr 2016 5:23am
sirius ascending
there weren't any stars anymore.
no satellites, no celestial bodies.
they just vanished one day
and without a trace.
maybe the sun returned to ferrocerium and butane.
maybe god snapped and fizzled out
like fractured tungsten.
like a street lamp flickering
and deserting me.
i saw a young girl burn a 'dog star'
into the ebony sky
using only her eyes.
using only her eyes.
i guess
deep down i know
there were never any stars in the sky.
no satellites, no celestial bodies.
they just vanished one day
and without a trace.
maybe the sun returned to ferrocerium and butane.
maybe god snapped and fizzled out
like fractured tungsten.
like a street lamp flickering
and deserting me.
i saw a young girl burn a 'dog star'
into the ebony sky
using only her eyes.
using only her eyes.
i guess
deep down i know
there were never any stars in the sky.
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Apr 2016 6:18am
14th Apr 2016 6:18am
same old song
you're on the radio
and it makes me sad
because the song doesn't last long,
because i like it,
because i'm anemic.
i understand that all things die.
i gave you a butane star
and you glowed cherry red,
red like love.
but not that kind of love.
i wouldn't be that lucky.
and it was just a song
after all.
and i'm just me.
or at least
the idea
of me.
and it makes me sad
because the song doesn't last long,
because i like it,
because i'm anemic.
i understand that all things die.
i gave you a butane star
and you glowed cherry red,
red like love.
but not that kind of love.
i wouldn't be that lucky.
and it was just a song
after all.
and i'm just me.
or at least
the idea
of me.
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Apr 2016 6:23am
1st Apr 2016 6:23am
cavity
safety in concrete
buried in soil.
like dresden, 1945.
they say
it's my defense mechanism.
sometimes
i am the heart
beating against its ribs,
yearning to be part of the world.
sometimes though,
more than i'll admit,
i am unsure
where shelter ends
and where entombment begins.
the world is a
living, breathing
wreck.
the universe is a drunkard
blacking out in an alleyway.
a lack of oxygen to the brain,
and now we...
buried in soil.
like dresden, 1945.
they say
it's my defense mechanism.
sometimes
i am the heart
beating against its ribs,
yearning to be part of the world.
sometimes though,
more than i'll admit,
i am unsure
where shelter ends
and where entombment begins.
the world is a
living, breathing
wreck.
the universe is a drunkard
blacking out in an alleyway.
a lack of oxygen to the brain,
and now we...
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Mar 2016 2:13am
26th Mar 2016 2:13am
pyre
sun glowing through my eyelids
weiland's ghost
going on about his 'someday girl'
saturday's ghost
floating quietly in a vernal pool
a bit of earth in her iris
i'm on my pyre
staring up into the tumultuous heavens
but all i can see
are hibiscus petals
i see fire engines
and hemoglobin and
strawberries
weiland's ghost
going on about his 'someday girl'
saturday's ghost
floating quietly in a vernal pool
a bit of earth in her iris
i'm on my pyre
staring up into the tumultuous heavens
but all i can see
are hibiscus petals
i see fire engines
and hemoglobin and
strawberries
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Mar 2016 3:22pm
15th Mar 2016 3:22pm
angel
i'll exit stage right.
lunar clad.
internalize it all.
i heard that the sun died today.
i didn't even notice.
it was just hydrogen & helium.
we can make another.
see a rainbow in the afterglow.
see a seventh trumpet.
there is rot in the apple of my eye.
hollowness in my lungs.
collision course smile
dragging sparks from this tailpipe of a dive bar.
it feels so wrong.
i have to take heaven in moderation.
i have to wean myself from you.
nietzsche was...
lunar clad.
internalize it all.
i heard that the sun died today.
i didn't even notice.
it was just hydrogen & helium.
we can make another.
see a rainbow in the afterglow.
see a seventh trumpet.
there is rot in the apple of my eye.
hollowness in my lungs.
collision course smile
dragging sparks from this tailpipe of a dive bar.
it feels so wrong.
i have to take heaven in moderation.
i have to wean myself from you.
nietzsche was...
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Mar 2016 3:13pm
4th Mar 2016 3:13pm
waiting
maybe eridanus is a cluster of headlights
beaming from the sea floor.
become the ocean.
there isn't enough wine in the world
to fill the cavity in me.
coalescence
is a star in the sky.
i am the drowsy desert and eons of black ribbon.
serotonin & dopamine
in my hospice of a skull.
dying in the tibetan sense.
living for the slow,
gradual, irreparable damage.
i'm waiting for my eyes to calcify.
i'm waiting for the windshield to burst
and for the water ...
beaming from the sea floor.
become the ocean.
there isn't enough wine in the world
to fill the cavity in me.
coalescence
is a star in the sky.
i am the drowsy desert and eons of black ribbon.
serotonin & dopamine
in my hospice of a skull.
dying in the tibetan sense.
living for the slow,
gradual, irreparable damage.
i'm waiting for my eyes to calcify.
i'm waiting for the windshield to burst
and for the water ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Feb 2016 4:18am
15th Feb 2016 4:18am
flora
see me
gazing through a wine bottle
i think about
'gnawing on a ventricle'
as a metaphor
no
maybe
'a mouthful of veins'
see a happy
lemon drop
sun
see warm wet violence
streaming from your nostril
cover yourself in it for all i care
see a text message
it doesn't mean a thing
none of it
slip out of focus
like a pair of panties moving down
the convex of that perfect caramel ass
they were red
...
gazing through a wine bottle
i think about
'gnawing on a ventricle'
as a metaphor
no
maybe
'a mouthful of veins'
see a happy
lemon drop
sun
see warm wet violence
streaming from your nostril
cover yourself in it for all i care
see a text message
it doesn't mean a thing
none of it
slip out of focus
like a pair of panties moving down
the convex of that perfect caramel ass
they were red
...
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