RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Leaving pieces of self around, scattered about
fields of remorse and sorrow.

Unable to move from these aspects into happiness,
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Talking, beating rhythms, singing with them,
picking up energy and spirits in times of
each measure.
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People everywhere, laughing, playing, enjoying
fun and good times, being enlivened, energized
and relaxed in leisure activities.
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Sometimes in this life I start wondering about what
it really means to be human.

We all have emotions, feelings, thoughts, opinions,
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Silently speaking, intellect is somehow telling us
what our thoughts are as they are instantly being
formed and interpreted, Never any doubts about
where they are forming and coming about.
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6: 21 p.m.
Watching people with lifeless eyes, seeing pain on
their faces while hearts are dripping with sorrow.
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Finding that people from other countries who come
to the U.S. and become citizens are still afraid
of giving their opinions or going against obama
and our government.
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Standing back, watching people with their children,
playing, interacting and having quality time to-
gether.
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Rushing against the heartbeats of time immemorial,
creating a jungle of rhythms in depths of energetic
melodies, taking moments hurriedly into the circle
of antagonistic gems of tomorrow.
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What used to be is no longer, we used to talk,
laugh, enjoy each other's company, now there
are only tears when we're together.
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