And once again I find myself back on the same road walking aimlessly with no destination to reach to.

A highway where there is no existence of light, life, love, laughter and loyalty.

A highway where is no evidence of pureness, righteousness, spirituality or God.

A highway that reeks of darkness, death, hatred, sadness and betrayal.

A highway where there is no escaping from but doomed forever.

A hypnagonic state of mind I cannot seem to free myself from no matter how hard I try.  My cries for help goes unanswered despite both my hands raised begging.

My body aches from battle wounds that never seem to heal. My bare feet bleeds from walking on hell’s road garnished with spikes and broken glass. My bruised hands hurt from shielding the impact of my falls. 

The only sounds and vibrations that continuously keep me company are the shuffling of feet coming from the lucipherous demons who continuously dance around me. 

The sniggering laughter each time I fall from being shoved by one of them.

My one wing luminiferous angel fought hard and died a heroic death.  As I held him in my arms and wept, he begged for my forgiveness for failing in his warrior's oath and duty to protect me.

A slow and lingering death the warrior bearer of light died from as I watched the lucipherous demons greedily feast and suck the energy out of him. 

“Narasoma” they chanted in union as they drank from the nectar of immortality.  Each time the Cup of Life was filled and gulped from, I died a hundred deaths.

Each pain and suffering inflicted on my dying angel shot through my body a thousand times more for our souls were still bound by the spiritual umbilical cord.

Whispers of immortality echoed in the air.  The lucipherous demons watched in glee as my earthly blood was used to sharpen the blade.

The chanting became more and more frenzied as the sword was slowly raised high.

I looked at my dying angel for the last time and asked “Why me? What sins have my soul committed for God to have handed down such a severe sentence? 

He whispered, “You have been loved.”

you look like sins

even Lucifer wouldn’t

dare commit.

you look like

Love.

Gemnah Maley Bray

All good girls go to hell ......

I play with fire

cause I like the way the flames burn against my skin

all I have is the fire

Inside me to keep me warm

i spent my summers dancing with wolves among the stars

I live in the wilderness

keep me wild

howl at the moon

with me tonight

I will show u the darkest side of the moon

if you just embrace the monster of the night

lets just play pretend

show me your talons

i Am not scared of what sleeps under your bed

i Have the soul of tiger lily

my heart beats to rumble of the mountains

my Tongue taste like lava

my rage is never pretty

the way I ooze

and

molten

I am an arsonist

I will burn the world down

if I could calm the rage

I dance to the waves of sea

take me under

your summer blue

I am The fire

i am fighting within myself

my hands tend to burn everything I touch

if you play with fire you get burn

someone should have told me as a little girl

the matches you light will come back like a flicker

You will snicker in front of the glow of flame

but as it engulfs you

you like a phoniex was always meant to burn

they say ashes to dust we return

it explains why humans tongues tastes like charcoal

were all broken angels

who fell from hell

I can taste the nicotine from your lips the way you drawl in the smoke

death looks good on your skinny bones

I lick the meat from your bones

I am your crucible

you can burn your holy

but the devils still in me

I am an sinner

I sleep next to embers

I am quite magical

i sleep better in flower crowns

peresphone

i didnt come from the gods

I spindle my own magic

i am bad news

I am the powder

i am the fuse

i am magician

watch the way i play fire and never get burn

if you put your lips on skin

I might Ignite

I do love friction

I drink gasoline

cause i like the way I taste

your aersol

and uncanny addiction

I am flammable

smoke and mirrors

So I will light the match

If you want this fire

I can promise you i am the eternal flame

i am flourscent

I am your pretty candle

if you blow your heart breath on skin

I might melt

oh don’t you know

all good girls go to hell

bond my prayer hands to together

roll out my tongue you will see the orange glow that emits from lips

swallow the flame

and let it destroy myself

oh you know I am arsonist

I have An uncanny addiction

to watch you burn ..maybe it’s the devil in me ,that loves the evilness in me

dont you realize it’s more fun in hell ?

#goodgirlsburninhell #billielishvibes #hottterthanhadddesss

Your skin, paper

My mouth, pen

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Rip

Me wide open

Drip

Sip

Drink

Til you drown

Drink

Drunk

Drown

There is no way I can open up a can of black olives without thinking of you. What are the olives trying to say? They do not speak but they remember for me, because much of what happened back then is fuzzy, but not the day we decided together by pooling our pennies, we had double the buying power. Why was it that both of us deeply craved black olives at the exact same time? Could it be we could read each other’s minds? I’ve often wondered why we didn’t choose to buy a black and white cookie or Carvel flying saucers instead. Did we crave salt because of all the tears? I know you cried too because I felt your pillow in the morning. Why did you hide your tears from me? I could have held you like you always held me. Remember when we decided we couldn’t take it anymore and we would run away? But how could we? Where we would go? You made it all possible, planning every detail, always taking charge. “Go to the window at midnight. I will be waiting for you below. Trust me. When I say jump. Jump. I will catch you.” And I listened. Believed you. And you caught me without blinking, stoically, as if all along it was your arms I belonged in. Could it be we were two bodies, two beating hearts as close as the moon and earth during a total lunar eclipse? Born second, 921 days after you, what did you do for all those moons without me? Were you lonely? Waiting? Did you wonder what I would look like when our mother held you lovelessly on her lap with me right behind you in her womb? Could I have known the one that carried me would not be the one who carried me through, caught me? It was you all along, the one I sang Edelweiss with in the subway station, under the earth, too young to be off on our own. Fledglings. She would send us away again and again to be rid of us and we went, wandering aimlessly, wondering when the nightmare would end. It didn’t. We both know we are still haunted, but can we stop for just a minute and think about what it would have been like if we didn’t have each other? I cannot. Will not. And if the time comes that you need to be carried, please know I will be here to catch you. Let me. You have carried me for far too long.

When I was 15 I used to hang out at this collective called the Pit House. It was probably one of the most interesting points in my life. It was in the slums, so we got away with a lot of chaos for a long time. They would do folk-punk shows there every night. A lot of the time no one would even have instruments. I once saw someone add to the rhythm section by sweeping the ground with a broom aggressively. It was pots and pans bands. On Saturday nights they’d host panty parties. We’d all mosh and skank in our underwear outside or in the basement. I’d leave covered in sweat and sneak into a private beach where I’d pass out until I knew my dad was in bed. There were four bedrooms and 26 people living there. Not to mention the people like me who would pop in whenever they felt like they needed a safe place. Sometimes there was food. Sometimes not. The backyard was fenced in, but there was a cliché fence board that could swing out so the residents could sneak into the neighbor’s yard and steal food off the grill. Most of the time the water was turned off and we would run the neighbor’s garden hose to a kiddie pool in the backyard. The cops were called all of the time. We were loud. We were wild. There were too many people coming and going. At one point during the summer there were two dogs, a squirrel, and 18 cats living in the house. Plus chickens outside. The bathroom and kitchen were constantly covered in feathers and fur and with the lack of running water every surface was filthy. I didn’t eat there even when there was food. I never wore shoes then, and there were animal droppings everywhere. I caught E Coli that summer, and it made sex painful. That was the first time I was raped. It never stopped after that. I spent more time in the safe haven these kids had created, avoiding the rest of my life. Towards the last days of summer the cops were being called on us every day. The landlord finally said no more when some of the guys staged a protest in front of the house to “riot for the right to noise.” They had a week to evacuate. I was there the day they broke all the windows. We spray painted every wall. Three bands played in the living room simultaneously and we moshed through every room. We threw each other into walls in order to break them down. People were crowd surfing to get a better angle to punch the ceilings down. Three girls swung from the ceiling fan to pull it down to the floor. We lit fireworks in the kitchen and bedrooms and fireplace. They set the animals free. They took lighters and spray paint to scorch the walls and floors. And when everyone was worn out and had released their wild, we climbed on the roof to watch the sun set. Some of the guys took turns jumping from the roof to the kiddie pool. We threw the rest of the fireworks from the roof, already lit. They’d explode too close to the ground, and some of them caught in the grass. I left early and slept on the beach. The police came that night and everyone who was left was held over night. They never got the deposit back on the house.

*disclaimer - name of collective has been changed to avoid revealing any participating parties.

your just a ghost

Another stranger

that haunts me

your just a another suitcase

I stored my sercrets in

Your just another poem

wanting to be penned

now your just ghost

A faint memory

dancing in the wind

that hush’s through the walls of this room

thats Whispers your name

theres an ident in the floorboard

where you keep your shoes

always running

chasing empty thoughts

every promise of forever

tastes like a funeral

your Sentences sound like a eugolgy

i keep the door open

i Have seen the way you chase the endless skies

And empty nights

i Don’t hold onto you

i put a period after every word you say

because you talk like a comma

like‘s there more to this adventure

i Catch glimpse of you in the shadows

in my dreams

your just A ghost

I stopped trying to read you

when your see through

your Just a ghost

theres a echo coming from my chest

I scooped the love I gave you and consumed it for myself

your just a ghost

floating aimless in the galaxy

I don’t dare ask you where you land

cause I don’t wanna know if you made some other girl your solar system

loving you Was death

I didnt belive I could die twice

until I met you

I fell from the sky

gravity prevents me from landing

I have seen love in the face of a different stranger

but I stay in orbit

your just a ghost

a mirage

invisble

Vanished like a vaper

i use to put my raincoat on to look for you out in the storm

like it was my job to bring you back home

i changed my address

i threw the key away threw it under your door

hoping you turn the lock

I forgetting your just a ghost

you been dead to me for awhile

something has died

I can taste the gravel and dirt on your tongue

the lies taste like an obituary

dont protect my heart

its been hidden away from you

you won’t scar it again

i got on the stage

looking down from heaven

I never imagined me bending down looking Over us

what a pity ,mortals who love was immortal

as you say like to say you’ll always love me

but your just a ghost

let me Rest In Peace

with every letter

I sent send

you disappered

your a ghost

tumbling in the tumbleweed

stay gone

I reach out to touch your soul

I don’t feel your spirit

I knew we died

I can feel the weight of the word lied

I throw it down like a sentence

your just a ghost

like a phantom

fading out from my grasp

i confuse the memories

i stop Asking the heavens to pen this one down

Your just a ghost

theirs a concave

imprint

in my hand

there you go

leaving traces of you

haunting

Memory lane

wont you stay gone

this Is grief

they say you can’t mourn a

living thing

i have Sat at the edge of my bed

swimming in an ocean

I no longer wish I swam into

but Heartbreaks taste like grief

if you replay the love in your head

slowed through a record player

your a ghost

I stand over our Grave

and I shake my head at you

here lies the boy

who couldn’t

love

the girl who was more soul than human ...

the universe said to destiny

O, I am fortune’s fool! . . .

Then I defy you, stars.

if only the planets could collide...

Signed oblivion