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Gemnah

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United States
the little bit of heaven left in Satan
October 5, 2018
 

I wonder where you went
   & why you forgot to tell me
      when you’d be home.
I wonder what you meant
   when you said,
      “I’m leaving on my own.”

Time has passed
  and you’re not back
    but I’m sure you will be
        soon.
All the while,
   I wonder how
    I’ll survive my
       78th afternoon.

Gemnah Maley Bray

THE EDISON BULB
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October 5, 2018
 

I guess, (well, more like I know rather than I guess but I’d rather explain myself in a standpoint that inclines my reluctance to admit such), I don’t know how to accept acceptance. I don’t know how to exist with existence. I don’t know how to live in life. I even don’t know how to love any kind of love. Hell, I’d make a bet with a million dollars, jewels, extra lives, and all the rest that I probably don’t know just how to die in death.
So, what do I do? I turn the table and flip the switch and twist the plot. I accept that I don’t know how to accept a damn thing except that maybe trying the life part before the death part may be worth it. I accept my inability to accept, I accept myself.

AROUND AND AROUND
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September 19, 2018
 

I barely opened one eye and hoped the view wouldn’t be the nightmare I’d become too used to seeing. but there it was, the darkness called Life was still very much there and another dawn reminded me that no sleep would let me escape it—even, I, Death herself, am too afraid to wake it.

Gemnah Maley Bray

NEVER ENDING
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September 12, 2018
 

Dear John,
  I love you.
I am here for you, no matter the day or time…no matter your mood or mine. You will always be everything to me and that’s eternal. No matter what place you’re at, no matter what demons you face or what fears or troubles you fight—I’m always by your side without hesitation. No bad days or dark skies, no demons or monsters, no arguments or insults, no diseases or addictions, no mishaps or mistakes can ever make me stop loving you. Being without you has brought on a devastation that I never knew existed—every single moment I find myself praying to God that you come back to me so that I can show you how deeply I love you and how willingly I would go to the ends of the ear...

ENDLESS STARS
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August 6, 2018
 

Side by side
I saw the clouds weep
One full of rage,
the other half asleep.

Tears streamed
and thunder roared.
Wind swung a
Lightning sword.

The raged forgave,
the tired woke up.
Their tears, they dried—
for the sun had shown up.

BHAVYA SINHA
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June 30, 2018
Canton, United States

The darkness is always different—but still always the same:

a dead sort of life that creeps and goes by one name.
The dark, of course, always boycotts the light but at each different hour on each different night,
a variety of monsters walk barefoot on my bedroom floor
and all sorts of demons touch my skin with sharp claws made for war.
Morning comes and the well-rested eyes of friends ask, how did you sleep? Won’t you tell me your dreams?
I respond, I can say that I slept far too deep but for my dreams, I can’t say too much or the voices might scream.

Gemnah Maley Bray

WRITE YOUR OWN STORY
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June 26, 2018
Randolph, United States

creature of habit?—no,
victim of addiction.

CLOCK WORK
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June 25, 2018
Randolph, United States

For me, dandelions are the closest I’ve got to religion.
Cause what’s a prayer but a dressed up wish?
and what’s a flower but a baptized weed?

Gemnah Maley Bray

GREENPEACE DAY
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April 20, 2018
 

Sadness looked at me
and said,
“I’ve been on my feet
much longer than I can stand.”

“This is who you are,” I replied.

Expressionless, she reflected on me.

Gemnah Maley Bray

PANTHER PEAR
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January 18, 2018
 

I clutched centuries of sadness
in the faucets of my eyes and dedicated my life to the art of
holding back the tears from leaking.

I knew not what my other lives were
made of but I knew quite well the
eternal devastation I carried from
one to the other.

Hearts are born and reborn all over again — mine just happen to always be broken.

Gemnah Maley Bray

I LOVE WRITING DAY
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January 3, 2018
 

My past told me viciously he was here to stay. He offered to live in my closet and it was an idea worth considering because God knows I never clean that shit out.

Gemnah Maley Bray

SINGLE-CELLED START
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January 3, 2018
 

Just because it’s
    Dead
doesn’t make it
    Empty.
Just because it’s
    Alive
doesn’t make it
    Full.

Gemnah Maley Bray

ORNATE LUXURY
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January 3, 2018
 

You think he’s good because he loved you before you were broken and continued to love you after but you never consider the idea that maybe
         he’s what broke you.

Gemnah Maley Bray

THE TRIANGLE
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January 2, 2018
 

nervous eyes engage in the
   Bitter Taking.
nervous lips engage in the
   Bitter Tasting.
& naive hearts engage in the
    Bitter Breaking.

KISS A PRINCE
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January 2, 2018
 

with a face so purely divine, as if in his presence I wore lenses built solely to detect the most godlike of masterpieces—a preview of things holier than psalm written by the apostles themselves—he knew not of his masculine beauty and enchanting charm. I knew I would love him—perhaps I knew I already had. then he smiled and without a word his eyes told me he was thinking the same thing too.

A NEW DAY
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December 30, 2017
 

maybe that’s how I’m supposed to be,
this Sad.
maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be,
this Life.

TINY QUEEN
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December 29, 2017
 

from he, only a few short words were enough
to make a lover out of a wilted poem like me.

WRITE ME SOME LETTRS
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December 28, 2017
 

Life had no idea
who she was
or what she was doing
but there she was
and there she did
and with all the names we call her,
She Continues to Be,
To Live.

QUILL CREATION
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December 28, 2017
 

words clutter my head
sadness, my heart.

gemnah maley bray

NEW
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December 26, 2017
 

the resilience of a book
is a quality we, humans,
can only ever wish to
become—to give the world.
a book knows no
prejudice. a book
tells only what it believes
within. attached at specific edges,
a book lies and sits and stays
and keeps a place without
indecision. Loyalty is
returned to those who give
and knowledge is a price
that pays off. The resilience
of a book—immortal.

LETTRS AND BOOKS
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December 26, 2017
 

I knew his love was
anything but eternal
when the mortality
in his eyes shuddered
at the infinity in my soul.

Gemnah Maley Bray

CLOCK WORK
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December 26, 2017
 

heavy on her feet,
the daydream tries her best
to tiptoe while I sleep
i wake without a word
and tell my soul to keep
pretending i heard nothing
so she'd continue her retreat.

NEVER ENOUGH
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December 26, 2017
 

here i am fighting with
   The Pen
as if anything it Speaks
    isn’t from the Mouth
    of my own Heart.

Gemnah Maley Bray

TOAST ON IT
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December 24, 2017
 

breaching the perimeter of the heart
with bows and arrows for weapons,
the evil barged in with
jagged smiles & crooked thoughts,
with blood to bathe in & love to
feast on.

Gemnah Maley Bray

TATTOO IT TO YOU
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December 24, 2017
 

I looked at the girl and saw the dark depths of her smile and the shadow of destructive intention in her eyes. I watched her carving illusions out of frightened loneliness with each breathe. I heard the silent spewing of meaningless words from a mouth speaking in split tongues of snakes.
I saw her pretend to love you—
I saw her leave you, too.

Gemnah Maley Bray

PASSIONATE FAN
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May 15, 2016
 

Each moment I spent with you Caused me to Miss you even more. The closer our Hearts sat together on the bridge of Love and Eternity, we never took the Time to escape the LipLock of our eyes bathing in one another's to see that the water below was that of Heartbreak. Deep down I knew we needed to see our reflection in the blue water side by side to remind our naïve Hearts' of misunderstanding Love has always had in the meaning of Forever.

ORIGINAL
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December 21, 2017
 

closed voices circle darkness
       carefully and poetically—
extracting a sense of
       blackened verse and prose;
an intricate ring-around-the-Rosie
      by vultures wearing the halos of
      fallen angels.

Gemnah Maley Bray

LETTRS SHERLOCK
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December 18, 2017
 

warm hands and cold feet
true love and faulty hearts
loud hums and soft screams
jagged words and jaded parts.

gemnah maley bray

WHIMSEY SNOWMAN
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December 14, 2017
 

before I destroy myself,
maybe I will turn to the stars &  
maybe their prescribed remedy
will be simple as a quiet night
& graceful as an ancient pillar
holding its counterpart of a structure
with full confidence & empty resentment.

or, perhaps it will be destruction after all—
but should I not turn to the stars
that have lived & died lives insurmountable
in comparison to my own,
is to fail to face the purpose of my life
& to accomplish to cower the right to my death.

BIG BLUE
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December 13, 2017
 

When you look at a rainbow and the colors do not illuminate your soul that is when imagination has died—but unlike humans, imagination is subject to resurrection. Beware—should you bring back the dead just to neglect it again—the haunting will never end.

ANGEL OF UNDERSTANDING
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