RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Standing on the edge of a final nightfall, awaiting a sign, a portion of faith to carry me forward into the next stage of life.
Totally immersed in a quagmire of deafening silence, causing me to sink into the very pits of hell, with no voice left to cry for help, no thread of hope left either.
Solo tears forming incessantly, tightening my heart against untruths of people.
Knowing now, there's no one, I wander alone down sorrowful garden aisles, trying to find my way back.
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Talented people getting together, putting life on the line for one another.
Literally writing literature of a novel type, distinguishing presence of minds throughout measures of rhythms.
Attacking vehemently, with an animosity towards ordinary tributes, stabilizing nothing except inner serenity and peace of mind.
Rehearsing, relatively adhering to inner tempos, sending vibrations into atmosphere's of living spirits.
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Quipping to myself, wanting to be alone,
yet can't seem to find a space to just be.
Recognizing facts, centering upon a
circumference of one, hoping it will come
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Writing plaintively in a haze of sunshine, rays touching my mind, warming it, priming it for an intense mood of allowable emotions.
Secure in who I truly am, keeping others at a distance, not wanting to be bothered at this time, because I prefer to write.
Solemnly contemplating life and it's insistence to progress into death, wondering what's the reason.
Knowing that I'll be reunited in heaven, but why? Why purgatory?
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Noting messages being sent into an atmosphere of uncaring love.
Stillness of an unsettling silence betraying inner turmoil, hoping to musically mislay it somewhere in time.
Seeking thought of memories deeply inside my mind, watching and waiting for another place in line with a journey into the future.
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Waking from dreams, reveling in their insight, being cautious on interpretations without.
Singing silently with moods of quiet distance, arranging to feel deeply at certain times of importance when writing.
Cautiously watching as images weave in and out, taking their time to leave profound messages in hallways of life.
Soothing music prolonging episodes of literature as it continues to flow, cascading down waterfalls of thought, never catching onto anything jagged or sharp.
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Taking off, rocking into the universe on a variety of rhythms, all chosen for their predictability of being impossibly naive and innocent.
Sanctioning beautiful graces as they fall from heaven's lightened pathways.
Incongruent differences compiling logic and reason, to be used in novels of poetical license, becoming aspects of wisdom as they are written down.
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Shaking perpetually in time with rhythm as it wrecks havoc musically.
Spending moments excitedly in rhyme, as perfect sounding pronunciations revolve in my head.
Fulfilling senses of unbelievable feeling, touching infiltrated periods of space as they are spread throughout heavenly skies of serene complacency.
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Looking through windows,
watching a tree become a
home for nature's closest friends.
Noticing up close, inside lights
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Finding light within a being, feeling it's aura spreading warmth
over me.
Enveloping my mind with a greater degree of intellect, charging
with an energy of imagined solace, taking over every fiber of my
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