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
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                                 ­                                                              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

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.*

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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.

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In short: you're a protist.

©Copyright 2014 Written and Edited by Racquel Davis

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.”

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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.

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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.

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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

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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

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How many drops
Fallen
From the sky
Ever
Had more than
Water
In their baggage  
Tonight

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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