The GenieA Poem by AlanaA monologue-type poem, similar to 'Cloud Nine'. I might tweak it a bit still, but I haven't posted anything in a while, so for now I'm just leaving it raw.Well I’m seeing through a haze of red That’s quite different from yours Your lips pollute my oxygen Dirty words for dirty pores (A genie with big eyes Stands with satin ‘round her waste You permeate her memories And distort her tiny face) Lazy is four letters Love is as well Pity I’m the predecessor Though the latter looks like hell (Life lessons for the genie Who can’t grant her own wish She’s too busy watching you Watching them, hating this) I wandered 'round where I was born Ripped plaques right from the wall I smashed out all the windows Before marvelling at it all (The genie’s got a safety pin) Well I have many a regret (She’s looking in the mirror now) Hello self, time to forget But you are still polluting In an unending, bitter way Till salt spills into angry air To wash the ugliness away (Vulgarity fades to vapors, Small arms reach out to you Empathy is not four letters But it will have to do) It’s Tuesday and I’m laughing In a sick, distorted way Though it sounds akin choking Trust me, we’ll be okay © 2010 AlanaAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on June 29, 2010 Last Updated on July 28, 2010 AuthorAlanaCanadaAboutMy name's Alana. I want to listen like spring and talk like June, but instead I listen like Dear Abby and talk like a cheap movie. Rafiki is one of my idols, and I think they should teach The Little P.. more..Writing
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