RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Leaves, brown, curling around my mind with their deaths' lying strewn within boundaries of lonely desires.
Wanting to be loved again, taken into hands of caring with no strings attached or held by anyone.
Sovereign ideas clasping hands with heart-felt senses infuriating the calmest parts of me.
Tasting the bitter-sweet anger of yesterday, attempting to adjust and control it's presence in my life.
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Reading my mind as I look at all the pictures of thought, sitting there waiting to be written into poetry on a daily basis.
Beauty comforting me as I see intense landscapes that develop constantly in picturesque memories and images.
Thoughtful recall of energetic sounds, carefully growing into different directions of exacting mathematical calculations.
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Talented people gathering together, sharing their creative essences with one another, bringing about changes in everyone's perspectives.
A coagulated persistence aiding in bringing up many aspects of an endorsed faction of mild purposes.
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Autonomous gatherings of ideas being generated by sorrow, grief and remorse.
Validating the expanse of abandonment living within, taking up room without any involvement whatsoever.
Letting go without a word left, sorrow's tears now replacing words in verse.
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Excruciating agony being held at bay for now, yet knowing it will break free eventually, tearing me into sorrowful pieces of decimating life.
Traveling into pleasurable designs is not possible right now, so I place myself into cages of anger and blame, hoping to gain some insight of the problems probing my mind from another human being.
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Darkened shadows hiding in corners of my mind, timidly watching goings on in close surroundings.
Exercising a sadness filled with a bluened fasade of untoward feelings, causing a lonely emptiness to be elicited from depths of an eternal waterfall of abandonment.
Taking time to conquer fears and doubts, ongoing senses, percolating in deepening emotions waiting to be let out and aired.
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Sweetly singing melodies, taking part in a sublime pastime of peace and serenity.
A calming effect taking place, soothing over anger's blatant facade for now.
Adjoining partners in sublime contemplation, forgiving another's presence with appreciation for what good was done when together.
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Sun shining upon a cold stone day, taking in visions and their details, absorbing them onto photographic screens, taking time to watch their memories fill my mind.
Walking through them like piles of leaves raked together.
Causing rearranging to alter each picture and bring it into focus for another aspect of life and its' always changing features.
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Seething inside with anger, erupting silently with no reason to exist.
There are too many faulty ideas in life, where can anyone turn?
Alone, processing information from what I can gather without.
Holding onto nothing but an independence of being.
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Tossing upon waves of infuriating motion, being taken away in confrontational avenues of another human being.
Sojournly, tears falling, enticing sobs of a lifetime into eliciting themselves before the end is near.
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