Rosandra Marie Davis: Recent Episodes
Rosandra Marie Davis - Beams.fm
Just a lonely dreamer gazing at the sky.
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Heart shattered, the moon crashed to the earth, the sea rose to the sky, standing on the edge of the universe, buoyed by hope, not seen by the naked eye. Downtrodden clouds eclipse the sun.
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The flowers have wilted chocolate kisses melted. You never came a tire of plucking petals being a starry-eyed Maid-waiting for you to come bleeding Love. My heart has become a tortoiseshell. You took too long. The relationship sailed on, leaving me to drown with insecurities.
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Casting lines into rivers. I reeled my heart in a long time ago, gazing at an esoteric moon, thoughts tumble down the corridor. Maybe I think too much and say too little. I would consult the tea leaves, but I threw them out. No cogs or gears. I wasn't built for this, a sensitive soul tucked inside of a shell. No chasing trivial pursuits. The sun lost interest. The lines become taut with vicissitudes. The mask slips away. The stars watch as they walk a straight line in this crooked world.
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She lives in her head such a crowded place on the edge of reason, a rose shaped hole in her heart. She walks through a haze, talking to the moon. Miniscule mustard seed in her pocket, dreams of her feet lost in a sea of people, voice too small among the din and maelstrom of emotions. She swims in her tears. She lives in her head, such a crowded place.
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Bird The Lark has found her song. She has risen from the ashes like a phoenix. Leaving behind the old bird. She is a new bird, a starling darling perched high, ready to fly like an eagle among the clouds, sun dappled wings. The robin is free. She has found her song.
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Creativity suppressed by depressed thoughts The war is fought in the mind a palace becomes a prison.
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Saturday night poetry club oddity like a rook among sparrows, a glimpse into the looking glass doesn't capture isolation, an island of woman sinking into the sea of fears tenacity, the last leaf clinging in the autumn breeze.
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Table for one the stars wasn't as lonely as she gathered, with many pinpricks in the sky. Tears pricked her eyelids. The sun wasn't as lonely as she, the sky, his very home clouds passing by the days just passing her by the streams. Wasn't as lonely as she, for she was always running into rivers. She was running out of time. She was one in the universe, a lonely planet orbiting herself.
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Back to september? I wish I could rewind that day when you went away. My heart shattered. My world broke. Seeing my mom without her soul tore a hole in mind. I cried, oceans, wishing I could travel back to the beginning of september to have you again.
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