Gems - Gabrielle Bryant-Gainer (books to get back into reading TXT) 📗

/> In and of itself she cried such a vibrant flame

 
tonight the emeralds glistening. a feet. of fame
I clap there touching the diamonds rough
And smell the smoke and crackling on the wave~
waving around in another universe. please behave!!
one with oranges, flames, and the curse.
Of course- I rule in my own Universe.


Tranquil


The wind is blowing
the trees are whispering
the town is still and quiet
tranquil and unmoving
her veins are unsolicited
her heart, stillborn
frequently she’s singing
thoughts go on obscured.
blight and misfortune avoid me
history and fate have been consumed
time and conspiracy exploited
world without end amen
her room remains
empty
her coat, full of pockets
with nothing to fill them
beads of romance
strings of life-like pearls
a house, unoccupied

 
a bed, unused
a face, worn out by tears
the space is universal
no trespassers allowed
infinite beauty
peace and tranquility rehearsed
roses, morning glories
sanitized by seasonal bliss
moments of tenderness
infinite transcendence
oh skies above us
watching below at a beautiful haze
as the green changes to blue
upside down or right side up
the yearning
beaches wide eyed with stupid love
time multiplied
a lucid atmosphere
arise and awaken
When no one is there


Family


My family loves me so
my family is my whole
they dedicated their lives
to raising me...despite these hardships

 
My mother is
calling us, a family
My family calls to me
From within the forest, the vines
Over seas, and I know, as I bow
that this is my true family
My parents taught me to continue
Despite my failed attempts
to vanquish a flame
which is never going to parish
My family is like my stronghold
They speak to me through truths
When in doubt, I have always had
A land of everlasting youth
My father's shoulder to lean on
Even when friends seemed far away
That's how I feel, I know, that it's hard to love
The ones who have hurt you in the past
But grudges, for me, are those that never last
and I owe them, the magic I wish to possess
Of everlasting life, love, and of course
who they are inside, who they are at last
Everyone should know that without love
I'd be somewhere else, somewhere between realms
Of living and dying

 
Tough I believe in someone, something
The truth is- there is much to forgive...and that is
that I have been pulled from the realms of despair
For I know, truly, that my family cares.


Evolving

Soft starch-like wings confetti'd in pink
Curly lashes inked with black mascara in sighs
Sugar plum creases milked in white--to opalescent
shine
Sweet dreams little one--the deepest shades of blue
Visions of color, evolution's tune.


Ash

I met a man once- he was wet
From the bone
And mopped, like a gentlemen
In silence, we walked together
It rained all night
I slept, listening to the rain whisper
But I fought tears to ignore you---
I was cold. I was cold. I was cold.
But it was cool, to be one of the guys
Although-I'm a girl
I never quite knew who I was

 
No one bothered to tell me.
When I was young, I wanted to fly
I tried again and again
and convinced myself that I was there--but I always
fell
And it hurt.
So I must learn this lesson again,
Because I've forgotten that we fall.
I keep flying away....
Yet I don't know why I'm not falling.
Then it came- death
It did not grip my throat
Like the demons often had-how I'd imagined it
would be
It felt like surgery, like being taken care of
Or going on a long journey...
I simply slipped- was time to go
I wanted to stay---but all along I knew
I had avoided this topic- the answer
always had to be final.
Unlike the rain---it tasted bitter
Unlike the rain, did not move through me
But into me--deep into me
A hand turned off the clock
And I turned....away


 
Mary

In the meadow where gentle rains fall
Her soul slipped slowly to the light
In a place with no recall.
Her sins that never did appall
This love that was so right
In a place with no recall.
Some say she was sinful
Did she keep her lips locked tight
Safe behind the wailing wall?
In a blessed land so small
Her soul came relentlessly to fight
Those words should they befall.
You can still hear her wail
To a soul from the depths of night
In a place that was to fall.
Did the people hear her call?
With such a raging heart of might
She was banished from them all
In a place with no recall.


 
Tree of Burden


Oh tree, is your will burnt black? Unlike
The oak, who still sleeps under wintry gusts
The moon, precise, cuts the edge of night
With her jaded fingernail- and her swollen appetite.
One rosy tip, a glint of color for the people
Who walk, under thorny snows, who know-
Walking forwards in the hot rain of desire
As whispers of melancholy, reckon sadness and fire
Yes, I do love you silence- this gesture of
confidence
Those slow snakes twisting, making their sin
Like twisted thoughts in my head- again
Baptized in water, where there were once roots
Where they turned to rock and bled me a sea
Of silver silk-worms, all yearning for a destiny-
My heart calls alone, crawls down to the bone
It eats the pain and cries out- to the sorrowful ones
Tomorrow, we’ll see, springing in the marsh
The symbol of our riches, the symbol of the war
march
A beautiful black satin tree, of sympathetic hate
The tree of burden, of destiny, of mankind’s fate


 
Beth and Death

the fragrant flowers decorated the pool
of what had been the way she felt
where a fool at last had seen the line
and scratched the surface to find out
when she broke the glass and drank
Her wine, afternoon became a concubine
For the wind pulled itself in circles
And the words they had left forgotten stilled
But Beth knew to nod along as though they were
right
Or had it made sense then with no appetite
Heart skipped a beat, forgot how to pump
And the last thing she knew
she heard the last thump.


Blur

Soldiers lining up in single file
Then one by one they enter
As if they knew who she was
She's keeping still but everything blurs
Following the winding river
With a gentle tear she cries
As the shade makes another entrance
Driving into her mind
Blue shadows rising
Out of the feathered sky
It doesn't really matter, yeah
she whispers, "I wanted to die"

 
Covers swooping down over her eyes
Life is moving by too fast
and it is the end of darkness
The sunshine smiles at last
Bursts of life, she's slowly leaving
Her breathing shyly escapes
high up there between the silent hills
She swallows more of what he rapes
It is time to wash away their walls
And no one hears but everyone sees
The immediate flash, the little echo pass
The pearls of sweat when no one believes
As the night swallows her mind
Awake within a waking dream
In the place that she desired
Time rolls over again


 
Butterfly Tears


Her tears of pain never seemed remembered
she was stolen by the silence in their eyes
an angel in the city of starry lights that shimmer
how could anyone tell her when she cried
she was unlike the rest with her wings of butterflies
we know the rotten ones messed up on their way
home
home to the only place they'd ever really known
even though they only wanted to be everything
they'd dreamed
now they're setting sail off these shores
just wanting a reality they can call their own
because she knew it's what she was meant to be
a writer, an actress, a singer at only three
now her tears are only shadows, she is too thin to
wear a dress
and she worries that the sweater hides mistakes she
won’t confess
in the corners of halls were the lonely children
wrapped up in their sorrow, will they ever be
forgiven?
he cries because he knows he messed up this time
she's got her nerves unwired, if only he could get it
right
she just wants to be happy but she knows it always
lies

 
when these shadows become faces and reflections
of the past
all the memories, the ghosts of them, start to get the
best
she wants to disappear because she's tired all the
time
so she lights up her cigarettes and flicks the lighter
with her pain
she will do it just to feel the bliss of this escape
again


Grief

As shadows brush against her face she's taken back
a branch bends low in the window, her heart flutters
into shock
as it fills an empty silence, the broken plates
reassemble on the counter with an ease of grace
Staring down at her hands she remembers time
a world balanced by a thread
she's thinking of a place so far away
when she devised the plan to escape fleeting
memories
The lights diminished with an aging relief
and the rooftops fell down with an ugly creak
the light brought cures for all of these ills
when motion made every object seem alive


 
But she remembers with a bursting grief
That when she was a child she still believed

The Drifter

Ideas drip down her open mouth
as trickle and rippling voices run away
through an imagined orchestra of words
He orders a drunk drink for the child ...
sleeping on the floor as she babbles away
As they asphyxiate with emotionless eating
Gobbling gin and groaning girls to stay
until the drums get rough and guitars start
screaming
they sip solitude sweetly listening to silly stars
building their bodies out of used body parts
they're still building atomic bombs
And the glamorous girl with
ogre eyes and a silly mind
waits on a trembling plank...
Ready to jump into space with a blank
face


 
The Kingdom

"Welcomed in the sky,--
once children we were free,
oh Earth's clouds, unfold so brilliantly
bring me the light and sing
till the nightingale
larks of freedom in thy soul."
Covered with the darkness by a dread of hand,
we were compelled to hear:
the piper pipe of many a man
in a kingdom far from here.
What were its thickest shades where they'd been
led?
a watered heaven, no winds in their breath,
from the seats of the valleys into the night,
his specter followed them by trail of death.
Quench, Oh children from my sight
for there to God, thou mortal hands are skies;
burnt of tender morning, stain their world with fire
their bodies left the voice of the light
a thousand spirits of my happy day,
forever lurking in my evil ways.
my foe beheld it in the maiden when she ran away,
to be with the flowers in my garden bright and free
in a land that longs for her silvery hair,
does not she laugh with woe, for the valley that

 
loved thee?
"Oh the steps of the happy and never want of joy.
it bears their hearts with painful tongs,
night is called by His image, but I made a bank:
where thy dream of every man is wrong,
it is for another pleasant sound reborn:
and I say to welcome in a threatening horn
while our