RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Awakening from a silent dream, touching my mind with a quiet sensation.
Reveling in it's feeling, going through oppositions of emotions as I walk along, fueling my passion with poetical stanzas from within subconscious realms and deserts, filling me with an arrogance of being.
Alone, swinging to rhythms while silently writing down everything with a pen.
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Realizing facts of life don't always add up, yet we usually take them at face value, leaving educated guesses in the past.
Rectangular squares rotate and caress angles of particular shapes, taking measurement of other facets.
Living in apprehensive beauty, whiling away moments in backwards time.
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Rushing forward into the eye of a hurricane, wanting to be obliterated with it's forceful winds.
Hoping to be taken away from all the drudgery and forlorn circumstances daily life brings into our paths.
Protruding hurtfully, causing such pain, wanting to escape it's frailty and have an ending to all the sorrow it brings.
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Sending messages behind backs of wisdom, learned by a sense of knowing that only I seem to have right now.
Considering the far-reaching consequences awaiting me in future endeavors, allowing preparation of a soul to be made ready at a moment's notice, expecting expiration on a final note set in rhythms of death.
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Clasping hearts, held in sorrow of life's passing, creating changes in each, no longer being the same people.
Grief standing between us, not allowing a closeness to be perceived as yet.
In time, maybe, but how long it will take is anyone's guess.
Purposeful loneliness standing stead until we once again can communicate on a level of trust.
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Wandering through an energy-filled haze, trying to catch up with something not yet visible.
Searching for answers, hearing no replies forthcoming as I dwindle slowly inside.
Covering up self with coverlets of past suicide, leaving earth to it's own demise as I am lifted heavenward towards my future.
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Violinly soothing my mind, bringing me to an opening in the gates of heaven.
Stepping timidly into it's gardens I feel a sudden release of all earthly pressures being taken from me.
A blessed serenity filling my heart, mind and soul with wonderful senses, pulling me into a circumference of holiness.
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Looking through many books written through the years,
finding pages of an entire lifetime spreading themselves,
out for all to see.
Yet, no one can tell where I've been or where I am now going.
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Returning joys felt in childhood, feeling their innocent beginnings filling me again through an artistic grace of musical songs - being played over and over again in my mind.
Being absorbed once again, expanding my horizons and spreading my wings to enter a dimension of freedom never flown in before.
Silently, sounding new ideas into areas of my brain, untouched until just now.
Enjoying their splendid feelings as they fit my style of being from now on.
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Expressing all of life in many poetical episodes, treasuring my entire array of memories in poems written every day.
Life is based on many facets, yet they are all contained in one human being, portraying them in lines written on paper while listening to all types of music.
Throughout life, transplanting views and ideas into minds of those who read them.
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