RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Leading thoughts into waterfalls of truth, cleansing and purifying them for all to see.
Plainly writing down what each picture of thought is revealing through photographic images, telling everything my brain desires.
Wanting to know all formulas and patterns intertwined within, programming a lifetime of serene contemplation.
Promises made when younger stay in place for an eternity, never losing their impetuous meanings for another.
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Finding somewhere to be, deep inside of my soul, tranquil and happy just to be here.
Laughter tickles with emotional clarity, taking me on a journey into spacious living rooms of imagination.
Searching is at a standstill for the time being - no worries as I settle down interiorly.
Focusing tightly on exaggerated views, talently taking place on roads of fancy.
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Silent disappointment draining the energy
of existence from me.
Keeping me thinking of suicidal ideas to
sate the cravings
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Lolling around a DES office, waiting, people watching, noticing discrepancies all about me.
Relationships falling and breaking apart, others holding on.
Major illnesses spread around, taking turns waiting in line, hours on end.
Bridging spans of time, everyone waiting to get a pittance of help with food and medical care.
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Walking through halls of darkness, creating light as I take time to think - to ponder - values of our lives.
Choosing only to relax and begin travels alone into other dimensions.
Leaving behind those who've hurt me beyond repair, for they have damaged my innermost core and hurt me.
So I no longer will be here for anyone to get close to me or have me for a friend.
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N-thinking, a new expression for something I've always done,
learned when extremely young.
Being right-brained and left at the same time, rearranging
interior solace while watching pictures of thought combine
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My heart is falling into an abyss,
totally dropping out of my being.
Leaving me desolate and without
hope from this moment forward.
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Tiptoeing around life, peeking into it's cavernous depths, wondering what is hidden there.
Is there someway to take from it and build it safer and better in the long run?
Thoughts crawl around, entering the darkness, finalizing patterns of yesterday, while making more mosaics today.
Creating everything so quickly that life is suddenly ended.
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Giving his speech, Joe Biden makes certain expressions, focusing on them, thinking American's are believing his words.
Well, news bulletin!
Joe's concentrated facial antidotes are lies and we see them for what they are.
Words fall by the wayside - they don't match what American citizens want to hear or are waiting to hear.
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