RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Sadness blossoming in my head, taking my heart on a solo journey through space, feeling emptiness take hold and not let me go.
Apprehensive, fearful, yet willing to leave myself behind and
follow grief wherever it will lead me.
Knowing there is nothing in life except an ending of it's total abandonment.
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Belting out a beautiful song, no one else can touch,
capturing everyone's attention with his voice.
So heart-felt and tender as everyone looks around
with tears in their eyes.
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Sinking into a quagmire of unequaled loneliness,
traipsing away from all I know and love.
Reiterating the past in visions of images, growing
fainter, soon to disappear forever.
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Delving deeply into my mind, swimming through all the thoughts I've ever had, pushing and rearranging their pictures so I may create whatever I want.
Somewhere there's a place for my intellect to expand and uncontain itself - sololy, trying to walk or wade around and get new ideas to display on inner screens of thought.
Taking into consideration, the beauty of intelligent conversation going on in my mind around the clock.
Shocking brain cells into awakening, finding the words to do so is a puzzle I enjoy creating and continuously do so.
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Altogether, sitting, waiting for something to happen,
hoping it will be good.
There's never anyway to know how far life will take
you or just drop you somewhere unpleasant along the way.
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Sliding into a mesmerizing place,
tracing evolutionary beats onto
places of interest.
Taking us on a journey into a
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Substantial volume pumping me higher into another dimension,
bringing all images into focus, giving an aura of timeliness
to an otherwise ordinary space in life.
Contrarily coercing rhythms up and down the frets, taking it
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Following rhythms everywhere,
giving in to the beauty of interior landscapes.
Setting off fireworks of imagination, taking me
to places I can't go otherwise.
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Entertaining thoughts entering my mind on a kaleidoscope
of rhythm, sliding through tunnels of unmet love while
stretching and coordinating every beat with a colloquy
of instant beauty.
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Glockenspiel beats, tracking across pathways of mindful ideas
waiting in line.
Crossing boundaries of interior jungles, giving way to ongoing journeys of the past through images riding horses across the
desert.
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