RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Silence keeping still in precarious positions, trying not to offend anyone with inaccurate predictions.
Holding onto presuppositions to hasten the departure of inner desires, keeping in tune with hopes of tomorrow and it's home-made ideas.
Always keeping track all the time, as tempos rise and change over time.
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Nighttime clouds my mind with darkened corners, hiding away from the world and the people in it.
Secretly astounding voices, mirror what has accumulated in the rugged atmosphere, causing a multitude of solutions to appear before a problem arises to mar the view.
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Crashing into depths of depression, falling, not caring, leaving the world behind.
Not wanting to listen or give in to hope, listlessly moving beyond life, trying to escape through my mind and not letting anyone know that I've gone.
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Playing my interior piano, coping adequately with attitudes forthcoming.
Sliding into reveries, brilliantly lit with creative processes and luminescent ideas for inventions of every kind in imagination.
Total summaries of each finished product combines to make new silences from beyond.
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Resting in similar fashion from one day to another,
keeping up with the present just to find out what I'm doing.
Looking to the future, opening doors without thinking about it,
and finding mysterious endings to everything.
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Feeling chords touching inner synapses with beautiful tones to reminisce by.
Recalling entertaining memories of yesterday, laughing about the antics contributing to humor-filled episodes of family fun and entertainment.
Lassoing many a tune and attaching each one to an image that I remember in depth.
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Touching vibrations of every beat being played, calmly reaching into the depths of my being.
Giving me arrangements of poetry with every altering chord as it tingles up and down my spine allowing respite from daily stress.
Keeping me sane, taking me on a rendezvous through splendid landscapes and across symphonies of wisdom.
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Over and to the right, above earth,
a ball of a rainbow shows it's worth
between dense clouds.
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Movement touching my sight, taking me toward motions of tidal waves of emotional turmoil.
Figuratively dancing into swirling lights, rocking away from life and it's boredom.
Changing many rhythms as I covertly dance in stride.
Welcoming tentative steps as they take me far away from edges of despair, finding life is many times happier than when I was younger.
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Atmosphere filled with a purity of joy and happiness.
A familial environment taking precedence over the cafe,
hosting it's rhythmical balance as people get up and
dance in tune with each other's beating hearts.
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