RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Walking downtown, stepping farther away from all
the past abuse, feeling freer with every mile I
put between me and you.
Taking my being away, keeping all the last minute
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Resolving the life I have lived with the dreams
that might have been attained.
Things don't always turn out as planned, but
somehow we survive in spite of it and continue
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Creative juices flowing everywhere in this being, giving
challenges to neurons and synapses, hitting pleasure
centers with delectable melodies.
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A lonely shadow of a person wandering this earth without a soul
to care, no love, nothing in life, just being a hobo without a
home.
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Rhythms rushing through my being like a rain storm in the morning,
filling and purifying mind and being with love from above, it's
desires and passion rising within.
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Plummeting from an inner sky, feelings coming in a torrent of
disguises, teasing in more ways than one, wanting to under-
stand them, but they are too quickly coming and going.
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Melancholy melodies playing softly in the wind, taunting tears to
begin, yet not wanting to cry, holding them in instead, not want-
ing to waste a moment at all.
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Walking hand in hand down the streets of Kolkata, seeing things
never seen before, a new and exciting adventure that stirred
imagination.
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Turning inwards to look back upon the video of life,
seeing it's fleeting moments pass quickly by.
No way of pausing or stopping it's progression on a
daily basis, no sympathy even for an empathetic
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Quietly, I adjoin nature and become a part of it's
contemplation while becoming a part of it altogether.
Craving it's necessity and serenity as it beautifully
addresses life in all it's glory, I calmly become
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