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Alana Banks Poem
You were a flavour
Sweet,
Then sour,
Then bitter.
Soft at first, the stolen looks, slow but wide
And the red and white.
The peppermint green, the saccharine
Of your eyes as your lips peppered my world with sweetness
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My rosy lips that touched the decadent crimson glow
Grasped in the palm of my white knuckle hand
The steady verdant gaze of my love, not yet a stranger.
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And I bite, no longer red and white
No true love’s sweet kiss
I do not know that anymore
Wrapped up tight in a facade
Foil and a ribbon
A pretty little prison.
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Unravel me in your poisonous kiss,
Lifeblood is fading
Will not I scream
Enveloped by an inescapable dream
This cannot be living
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There is nothing more of me to take
I have been devoured
If I am to be nothing
Let me be yours
Just red
Copyright © Alana Banks | Year Posted 2023
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Alana Banks Poem
I wonder if flowers feel themselves slowly dying
Bathing in the bright,
A rosy lemon violet smile,
How soon shall that wither and fall?
A blown Watercolour world,
Standing tall and striking,
How can the world be anything but
sweet and nourishing and soft,
Pretty like me?
Time doesn’t care about the softness of your soul.
The stars and the cosmos will go on,
They are dead before the light reaches the corner of your eye.
But you do not know what it’s like to be that white glimmering star,
You do not exist in a million gazes.
If you look closely constellations resemble faces,
Lines deep and fine, developed through the ages,
The static smiles etched on a photograph will move and twist and fade,
stories will live on in voices and tongue,
Folklore will grow arms and legs and wings;
Living and breathing metaphors.
I will search for these constellations,
Eyes heavy, scarlet, swollen.
Fixed down to the glass,
Golden, shooting and fading,
The last scream of fizz.
Ghastly,
Echoing flat, if not to taste.
Pretty if you ask me.
For how can they disappear?
They are ingrained.
All that I’ve ever known is you,
The rock of a stone, father of mother
Curled on your knee warm and safe,
Bathing in the bright
Your Ally Bally Bee
A rosy lemon violet smile,
A gift from the cosmos,
Just for me.
Copyright © Alana Banks | Year Posted 2024
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Alana Banks Poem
They told me love was gravity.
Something gentle with a terrible pull.
So I fell-
into your hands, your warmth,
the little red universe of your heartbeat.
And for a while
I thought this was it.
The house.
The ring.
The photograph
where we are both still smiling.
All those beautiful things we are taught to want.
I held them like petals,
careful not to bruise what I loved.
But petals fall.
And red fades.
And somewhere between reaching and holding too tight,
I became the moon—
always turning, always returning,
giving you
the light side of me while something darker grew behind my back.
It’s cruel really, how something so profound can be so gentle
I still love the life I imagined.
I still love the person
I imagined beside me.
I just don't know how to keep the dream
without losing
the girl
who dreamed it.
Copyright © Alana Banks | Year Posted 2026
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