RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Spreading life around, giving everyone glimpses of how I feel
and think in daily routines.
Putting myself out there, whether or not it's a good thing,
doesn't seem to matter.
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Flowing sadness, touching my soul with many tears,
causing feelings of such emptiness inside.
No where to disperse any of it, holding it as long
as I can - until I can't hold it any longer.
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Drinking in every nuance, climbing edges of canyons,
holding on to the important aspects and facets of
entire lifetimes.
Catching rhythms and enlightening them through
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Edging people onto boards where I may study their expressions and
attitudes while I write.
Carefully sketching them onto picturesque screens of enthralling
consciousness.
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Major portions of life go unanswered, misunderstood,
left by the wayside, too heavy to impart to another.
Being written down and maybe bring help and aid to
someone in dire need of a friend or a listening ear.
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Life settles on sidelines in moments of approaching death.
Cavalcading, putting thoughts into deeper analyization,
walking through a myriad of tangled pathways, crossing
and recrossing grids of expectation.
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Settling into copses of wanting,
desiring an epidemic of beautific auras.
Hoping to become an entity in an earthly
plan for being open to everything good
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Licensed to be independent and cruise an inner world
devoid of people and their problems.
Encased in a solitary space, not minding the serenity
and quietness.
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Quickly dancing to melodies set in rhythmic patterns for all
to hear and see in sequence.
Living on edges of beauty, finding there is everything inside,
fulfilling inner desires, while a mind describes every detail
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Walking up mountains and capturing nature within a single mind,
focusing it on an inner screen, filling it with pictures only
seen from within, until described in writing for lifetimes of
expediency.
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