RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Living in a cocoon of sorts, excluding the world to have
needed peace for writing, mind continually thinking, work-
ing this brain.
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Looking into many stranger's faces, seeing emotions cross
their face as they pull their hearts into living what's
being felt.
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Falling through clouds of darkness, hoping to catch hold
of life's soul, taking steps to follow it's purpose in
this earthly life.
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Reaching into outer atmospheres, searching for every moment
of creative imagination to place it's results into poetry,
listening to every detail.
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Separating ideas of life into many positions, always looking
for aspects that will produce the best results, focusing on
everything throughout life.
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We're all prisoners of this earthly life, even though we
may never think or realize it while we're busy working
and taking care of our families.
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Sitting here watching puzzle pieces floating about,
scattered throughout this mind, waiting to be put
together.
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Tours of inner universes filling this mind incessantly and
untiredly forever, completing puzzles with perfect simplicity
figuring out formulas and equations.
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Pictures hanging on interior walls in hallways of memories,
left in spirals upon the interior of each sphere, holding
them photographically.
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Suspecting the exact beauty of this equation we all call
human life or humanity, talented and creative individuals
always in tune with mathematical formulas.
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