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Dec 2020 · 312
Consumer
Racquel Davis Dec 2020
I fatten the cow
And drink her milk
To wash down
Her baby's flesh
And she loves me even now
As I squeeze her *******
Her milk allows
It feels like silk
Because I fattened the cow
To drink her milk
Sep 2019 · 169
Welcyme the Wynter Womyn
Racquel Davis Sep 2019
Woe to the woman lost to love
The woman who loves
to love a man too much
Woe to she who loses herself
She loses herself to love
Sep 2019 · 1.4k
Untitled
Racquel Davis Sep 2019
Aching for our two souls to intertwine
My heart on your chest, your heart on mine
Opening like a blossom on a vine

Longing for hands to discover me,
Roaring to a flame of ecstasy
And with time, growing inside me

Fingers imprison fingers, fingers imprison flesh
I am weakness beneath your bated breath
Lay claim to my clay, lay claim to my breast

I am yours with every command, each and every kiss
Till my maiden land, fill me with every inch
I can be your *****, I can be your *****

Heat, sweat, electricity traveling in between
A valley full of nectar, consuming delicacy
Make me your subject, I am your Queen
Sep 2019 · 244
Coined
Racquel Davis Sep 2019
What is useless if unpossesed,
And like currency if one devalues it?

Good and light, you hold it dear,
Yet its darkness brought you here?
Jul 2019 · 1.0k
Great Job
Racquel Davis Jul 2019
Did you really
expect me to
applaud you for
pleasuring yourself
with my body?
How was it for you?
Mar 2017 · 288
Contact (10 W)
Racquel Davis Mar 2017
Is it really
that hard
to pick up
the phone?
An homage to the 10W Poem titled 'You're Welcome' by Jack. Thanks for the inspiration!
Jul 2014 · 2.5k
Down to a Science
Racquel Davis Jul 2014
In short: you're a protist.

©Copyright 2014 Written and Edited by Racquel Davis
Racquel Davis Jul 2014
First, I claim my land and choose my artillery for
Paper and for pen.
Before going into battle, my men are prepped with
The message and plot.
On my claimed land I lay bricks and marble of
Rhythm and theme.
Now, my land is ready to hold life in
Imagery and in style.
Finally, I build a fortress there in the reader’s own mind.

©Copyright 2014 Written and Edited by Racquel Davis
Updated 11/23/16
Jul 2014 · 12.5k
Anxiety [Trigger Warning]
Racquel Davis Jul 2014
In a dream,
Or a nightmare,
Everything seems            out           of                           place.
Things start out right,
And then,
                                    You’re dropped into an ocean.
               You’re naked and drowning,
          Sleeping and awake.
        Slipping away into a panic,
     Floating on a wave of  d i s c o n n e c t.
Grasping for anything,
     You hold on to thin air.
Feeling good with just that,
                                     The darkness grabs your s
                                                               ­                          e
                                     ­                                                     n
                                                               ­                             s
                                                               ­                              e
                                 ­                                                              s.
­Gaining visual on your position,
You swim a short mile.
      Lost with no vision,
You look outside yourself a while.
Your view from up above,
     The ocean seemed to move.
      God knows how long it has been
Below,
       The water blackens.
               You lose faith,    
                                                                ­    The darkness wins again.

©Copyright 2014 Written and Edited by Racquel Davis
edited 11/23/16
Jul 2014 · 560
Reset and Record
Racquel Davis Jul 2014
In this hotel mirror
I see more than a moonless sky
Downtown’s burning strip
Another time with this guy
In this hotel mirror
Is tonight’s burning regret
I see more than a moonless sky
I remember once again
Damien's burning desire
In this hotel mirror
When I’m with this guy
I see more than a moonless sky

©Copyright 2014 Written and Edited by Racquel Davis
Jul 2014 · 10.3k
Spirit's Epistle
Racquel Davis Jul 2014
Supreme Love,

Through a land of barren fields, leads to a nourishing tree, that rhythms in the wind like a heart of bleeding green.

There, you will find me, prostrating in its lingering boughs, gazing into your sky with smiles of Eros.

A nightgown of innocence awaits you in the lotus, falling amongst the constellations of my parallel.*

©Copyright 2007 Written and Edited by Racquel Davis
Edited 11/24/16
Jul 2014 · 224
Testiment
Racquel Davis Jul 2014
One day I will die in the horizon,
And I will burst into the many colors of the changing Sun,
From that moment, when the night paints its dark blues,
With every sunset the Sky will cry my name,
And the Earth will cry “the same!”
And the wind will cry “the same!”
And the trees will cry “the same!”
And the world will cry “the same!”
And the world will cry the same

©Copyright 2007 Written and Edited by Racquel Davis
Jul 2014 · 380
The Pillow Book of R. Davis
Racquel Davis Jul 2014
The Third Book*
The Book of Meaning*

Learning to trust yourself another time,

Stars in a child’s eyes,

Energy from a praise,

The hand of a dear friend,

The wind on your face,

A moment of sudden joy,

Time spent but not gone by

©Copyright 2014 Written and Edited by Racquel Davis
The Pillow Book is a book of observations and musings recorded by Sei Shōnagon during her time as court lady to Empress Consort Teishi during the 990s and early 1000s in Heian Japan.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Pillow_Book
Jul 2014 · 3.5k
The Pillow Book of R. Davis
Racquel Davis Jul 2014
The Second Book*
Forms of Pain*

Losing yourself to distress,

Forgetting your own birthday,

Unrequited love,

The beauty of your rival,

Plans on a rainy day,

Vinegar on wounded skin,

Saying ‘goodbye’ again,

Roadblocks with no detour

©Copyright 2014 Written and Edited by Racquel Davis
The Pillow Book is a book of observations and musings recorded by Sei Shōnagon during her time as court lady to Empress Consort Teishi during the 990s and early 1000s in Heian Japan.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Pillow_Book
Jul 2014 · 2.5k
Rituals
Racquel Davis Jul 2014
My daily shower is where I unload many of the thoughts locked away in my mind. I think over the chance I had to say something clever but didn’t. I think about how much money I could have saved if I had just bought what I wanted today instead of waiting for the price to go down (knowing that it never will, and I will it buy either way). And then I think this time tomorrow, I’ll be here again, cleansing my body after a long day of vexing rituals. “This is me”, I think, “cleaning myself, just to be ***** again tomorrow.”

©Copyright 2014 Written and Edited by Racquel Davis
Not really a poem is it?
Jul 2014 · 340
poetry
Racquel Davis Jul 2014
WHAT IS POETRY?
IT’S WHAT YOU FEEL
POETRY IS TRUTH
IT IS MY TRUTH
MY POETRY IS WHO I AM
MY POETRY IS WHAT I DO
POETRY IS THE WAY THAT I WALK AND THE WAY THAT I TALK
THE WAY THAT I SHOW AND THE WAY THAT I KNOW
THE WAY THAT I PLAY AND THE WAY THAT I FRAY  
THE FORCE INSIDE ME, WON’T GO AWAY
WITH ME WHEN I ‘VE PROGRESSED OR GONE ASTRAY
WHETHER IT’S JAPANESE HAIKU
A RHYME OR NOT
A SONNET
A SYMPHONY
A RHYTHM
A MELODY
A PHILOSOPHY YOU CAN’T SHAKE OR LET GO
WHAT EVER YOU DO, YOU SHOULD KNOW
GO OUT THERE AND GET IT
IT’S YOU!

©Copyright 2006 Written and Edited by Racquel Davis
Jul 2014 · 1.6k
The Pillow Book of R. Davis
Racquel Davis Jul 2014
The First Book*
A List of Pleasantries*

Behaving like a child,

A vase of dahlias and calla lilies,

A compelling story,

Believing in love again,

Making a fool of yourself,

A lover who is attentive,

The smell of rain through a window pane

©Copyright 2014 Written and Edited by Racquel Davis
The Pillow Book is a book of observations and musings recorded by Sei Shōnagon during her time as court lady to Empress Consort Teishi during the 990s and early 1000s in Heian Japan.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Pillow_Book
Jul 2014 · 429
Eau d' Parfum
Racquel Davis Jul 2014
I want to be lost, waste the day laughing
I want to run into the river
Clothes dry and bodies splashing
Crashing into a body of quicksilver

In as much as an hour or a lifetime
Trek across the map, making new friends we forget
At another place, in a realm sublime
Holding photographs of strangers we met and regret

©Copyright 2014 Written and Edited by Racquel Davis
Jul 2014 · 931
Show's Over
Racquel Davis Jul 2014
His efforts were altogether one big joke,
And the punch line was his ego.
I could no longer stand this clown,
Nor the balloon animal between his legs.
Every now and again, I picture myself
Stuffing him into a tiny car,
And watching it drive over a cliff.

©Copyright 2014 Written and Edited by Racquel Davis
Jul 2014 · 9.0k
Home: The Important Things
Racquel Davis Jul 2014
When I look over at the nightstand
The little green sketchbook
I bought just before kissing Florida good riddance,
Reminds me ‘your desires are important’,
Because YOU are important

Flowers I brought home from work sweat on the table
The wedding was another blur
The event hall is always the same,
Pretentiously lavish
But the flowers, I thought
Deserved a second chance

On the bed lays delicately
A small blanket Sophie knitted me when I was five
She tells me, “Your comfort is important”
Because YOU are important

The round terracotta tea tray I had to buy
Sits, assembled with other superficial nothings
Displayed within its orbit
But a cup of tea every night,
Calls back my heritage

My niece smiles at me
From the heart shaped picture frame
She gifted me for Christmas
I smile as I pick her up from the table,
‘Your happiness’, I say to her, ‘is important’
Because YOU are important

©Copyright 2014 Written and Edited by Racquel Davis
A reflection on one's environment, a personal space, a room, office, and all the things that make it home.
Jul 2014 · 7.1k
Wanderlust
Racquel Davis Jul 2014
How many times will you say,
‘I leave today’
And still
Stay?

©Copyright 2014 Written and Edited by Racquel Davis
Jul 2014 · 2.0k
I Want
Racquel Davis Jul 2014
I want to lay in a hammock,
feeding my fat *** which never looks out of shape
no matter how many deep fried treats I feed it.

I want a sensual message
from a hunk who's always seen and never heard,
eager to please and good on his knees,
and also good with a hammer.

I want to kiss personal responsibility goodbye,
with a sip of a have-you-tried-this daiquiri,
wearing a mocha it's-my-birthday bikini.

©Copyright 2014 Written and Edited by Racquel Davis
This one was just a warm up for my poetry class.
Jul 2014 · 7.3k
Goddess in Her Temple
Racquel Davis Jul 2014
May all those who fear me find friendship with me here.
May all those who disbelieve, feel my commanding presence.
When they need love, let them in and I will nurture them.
When they hunger with desire, allow release in my audience.
They who tire will rest with me in my palace.
They who long for peace can have it in this place.

©Copyright 2014 Written and Edited by Racquel Davis
Jul 2014 · 4.6k
Succulent
Racquel Davis Jul 2014
Psychedelic spokes
Spinning out from
An undetermined center

Periwinkle powdered
Spines that invite
Me to feel

Making a point
At my prying fingertips
From smooth to prickly

Quaint you are
When your fragrance
Murmurs a tone of earth  

A lotus of the desert
Silently beaming through
A plump body

An infant
With little
Needs

©Copyright 2014 Written and Edited by Racquel Davis
Jul 2014 · 1.0k
First Time
Racquel Davis Jul 2014
It wasn’t a field of baby’s breath.
It was nothing like a garden of sages.
It didn’t go by like glitter in the air.
It did not feel like one for the ages.

It never made me feel like a new woman,
It certainly was not a call for confession.
It never had a gloomy effect on me,
And it didn’t lead me to obsession.

©Copyright 2014 Written and Edited by Racquel Davis
Jul 2014 · 354
Clouded
Racquel Davis Jul 2014
How many drops
Fallen
From the sky
Ever
Had more than
Water
In their baggage  
Tonight

©Copyright 2014 Written and Edited by Racquel Davis
Jul 2014 · 4.2k
A Desert Place
Racquel Davis Jul 2014
Imagine you are walking
Imagine
Imagine a place
A desert place
Where the heat steals your energy
This endless sea of sand ***** you in

You are imagining a place
Imagine
Gentle grassland
The full moon is enough to keep you sane
The wind whispers your name with a cool and warm voice

Imagine you are falling
Imagine
Barren sand in your mouth
Your face meets the horizon and it kicks you in the eyes as you sink
Your screams are heard by no other except the hand that saves you
And once more you are walking in the desert place again

©Copyright 2006 Written and Edited by Racquel Davis
This is an old poem I wrote in high school. It has been edited many times.

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