RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Relaxing in a mind-set of leisurely pursuits on a lazy
Friday afternoon.

Posing pictures in mind-sections of imaginative
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Reading from within, books of my mind, relating all
sorts of subjects to the anarchy of a brain.

Circling the beginning of time, bringing about changes
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Reaching inner ideas of tomorrow, culminating in their
articulate sorrowful endings, being touched by heart-
felt souls of everyone on earth.
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Wanting to find a place to sit and watch people
walking past.
Checking to see if they're also looking past me
into some other thoughts they might have crawling
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Lies came crashing through my heart like a chain saw,
sending feelings everywhere.
Causing confusion and hurt so intense it felt like
I was on fire.
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Together forging ahead, getting rid of educational
jargon and putting schools on human levels.
There are no seasons left to reminisce on days of
yore, for work is piling up and must be dealt with
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All the world is empty as a stage without it's actors.

Life walks about, gathering mementos along the way,
trying to leave it's impression in sands of limited
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As the clock ticks down, silence fills the air,
and life's countdown quietly falls from parched lips.

Aridly haunting times of past remembering, filling
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Slowly climbing stairs of education, looking around at
every step.

Trying to find somewhere in life that looks good and
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Growing up is painful, killing me when a teenager.
There are no directions to point the way.
Spinning crazily like a magnet in the north pole,
life gyrates with no control.
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