RoseAnn V. Shawiak Emotions Poems

Loving, losing, longing for the past, dreaming of solitary emotions, strongly existing in images,
giving pleasure and sadness in exactly the same moments.
Gasping inside, trying hard to breathe, yet trying to move about without a murmur escaping.
Sleeping interiorly, giving off expectant hopes to anyone passing by, noticing what I am feeling.
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Stone cold sorrow, touching a heart, bleeding
from intensive pain.

Conflicting emotions covering every new feeling,
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Waiting for calls of destiny to ring this moment, hoping to
see all types of motion coming into the beginning of rhythm.

Carousing with inner emotions, finding them alluring as I
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Masking emotions, pretending they don't
exist while I hide in corners and cry.
Full of grief, touching my mind with it's
harsh and brutal insistensity.
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Detachment from every aspect of external environments gives me a feeling of support for myself.
Insecurities abound no more, I've been stripped of them and am free of their hold.
Taking steps to take off on a journey of beautiful moments in a place of adventure.
Looking for traces of myself in the great outdoors.
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Reflections of trees waving to my mind,
calmly characterizing a storm outside the
building.
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Watching intently, hoping to see the music I
hear so I can put it in poetry for all to see.
Finding that experiments are living in me still,
giving access to all things impossible.
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Sensitive emotions curdling inside,
afraid to be shown to the world,
because they may be made fun of and
feelings would be hurt - then the
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Trudging greedily into the din, wanting to absorb every
particle of rhythm, taking into consideration every
emotion being issued from within this being.
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Slow and easy, flowing with rivers of rhythm, decidedly
calm, not caring to be upset.

Going along with motions, taking self into ocean tides
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Making promises not to abandon someone come in many types
of disguises, melded by the person asking it of you.
Not wanting someone to give up on them, telling them that
whatever they say, not to listen and keep on kicking a-
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Listening attentively to a cacophony of sound.
Hanging onto every note as it passes by my mind
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Depths of emotions flowing out upon a sea of frothy feelings
swarming about, testing the waters for suicidal behaviors
hiding underneath smiles of pretended happiness.
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Lighthouses shining, brilliantly lighting up
the furthest corners of my mind.
Never letting the darkness cover me completely,
standing away from the black curtains, always
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Backwoods of life, thriving, letting it's essence fill
fibers of this being without any complications whatsoever.

Mingling thoughts and finding new ones, gently creating
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Silent whispers speaking of things I'd rather not hear
in life.

Attempting to write while listening to music, giving
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Settling into a mode of interior thinking, feeling the many
emotions I have traveled through all my life and trying to
understand them even now, in senior years.
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Regulating rhythms through measures of time, allowing for
intriguing and mysterious aspects in corners of life.

Sensitive and tender emotions arising and peeking into
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Stillness of purpose fills me interiorly with a spirit
of freedom, as I feel emotions of a lifetime coming
upon me when writing.
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Watching, looking into the atmosphere, eyeing every emotion as
it filters into my heart through pictures of my mind, recalling
the essence of a lifetime.
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Romping through scores of music,
having a grand time of it and luring
emotions into a field of calming
peace so I may have quiet respite
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Placid waters holding me, keeping my being from sinking into
despair on evenings of loneliness.
Controlling emotions and easing the hold on them that prevents
a solitude to form within.
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Damaging inner space, crying, filling it with crystal tears
at the thought of past memories.

Lost and forsaken upon a desert land, no tether to hold on
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Nighttime dreams culminate in colorful schemes,
while planning patterns of thoughtful ideas.
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Swinging with emotions of life, straying off natural paths of desire.
Finding precise exercises of strengthening minds within fields of
exacting beauty.
Noticing alleviated pain giving way to happiness and serenity without
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Sometimes I fall into a deep sense of suicide, not able to find my way out, drowning beneath watery emotions of abuse and hatred, culminating in fires of hell.
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Culminating in a revelry of intense feelings, settling for corners to cry in, away from all adversity and people.
Turning inside, shying away from everyone.
Covering my mind, standing back, not looking closely at anything.
Preferring to hide away, closet all senses and emotions, secreting thoughts deeply into caverns of my soul.
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Sitting here, tossing letter tiles onto the screen in my mind, aligning them according to thoughts for today.
Inciting emotions, pushing them forward and backward, trying to match them with what is being written and placed on the screen as I quickly write all that I see and hear.
A lively conversation going on quietly in my head, taking me into tunnels of expertise before I die.
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Lights flashing off and on with every image and color, showing themselves exclusively to inner screens of photographic landscapes.
Always pushing me into many enlightened pathways where
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A stillness touching my mind, quieting emotions, lifting intellect into a spiral of thoughts, inserting formulas and codes to write to.
Witnessing an abundance of beautiful landscapes as they collect in pictures of memories saved for future days in poetical musings, serving as backgrounds for new ideas boiling to the surface.
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Remembering the essence of my beginning,
hiding it within depths of subconsciousness.
Able to touch and bring it forth into my
mind with tranquiled emotions for now.
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Thunderous melodies, hitting my heart, beating in tune with it's rhythms, sending messages to my brain to begin writing.
Overwhelming aspects mysteriously appearing on broken photographic screens, carefully attuning themselves to the essence of my being. Leaving no room for anything in between thoughts given to me as the pen writes quickly, not leaving out anything of importance.
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Hanging around, finalizing all plans, pending the demise of my inner spirit, as it heads into skyways of heaven.
Reminiscing over all the years, being held in confinement by childhood emotions.
Capturing my attention early in life and holding me indefinitely with powers of fear.
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Talking incessantly in my mind happens only in pictures as I watch my life entice ideas from what I see.
Events stay with me through all types of weathered emotions.
Sadness, emptiness, abandonment, loneliness - finding pathways to lead me onto deserts where I may find my soul intact.
Quietly sharing, no speaking when writing down all conversations for posterity.
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Writing into the night,
arranging all the details in orderly array
as they are written here to display their
heavenly scents to my mind.
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Keeping step in time, releasing all stress holed up inside.
Unfurling the knots tied around emotions being held together,
wanting to be rid of them forever.
Yet, they hold the answers to what is going on within each person and
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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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Looking good, being in good standing, forging ahead with creative ideas forming and gelling within my head.
Bringing fireworks to bear as thoughts blast and fall constantly
without faltering or sidestepping any issue brought before it.
Tranquilizing emotions so I can slow them down and interpret
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Naming emotions as they grow and crop up out of nowhere.
Never solicited nor wanted, yet they are always there
beckoning me to explore and learn who they are.
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Silent tributes enter realms of
anticipation without any hesitation.
Removing any fears and doubts getting
in the way.
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Carefree, leisurely playing guitar from a seating position.
Blaring, swerving calmly in a rhythmic sense of atonement.
Lovely visions of melodic poetry strutting around, finding places among notes and rhythms being played and exercised.
Fingering emotions as pictures form exclusively in mind-packed images.
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Wresting emotions from within,
making them dance with joy,
intimidating their inner desires -
letting them become other than themselves -
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Scanning memories, watching their images hurrying across visions in bright colors of feelings.
Touching emotions with care, befriending them so they can no longer scare me when I feel them.
Those that deal with anger are buried so deeply that I can't always feel them and I end up crying, spilling tears all around me, trying to rid them from my being.
Yet, sanity prevails as usual and I solemnly try to listen and make peace with what I can understand.
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Tracking emotions through the words I write,
watching them change from one moment to
another without a single qualm or resistance
of any kind.
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Springing down pathways in time to musical episodes, playing for me only.
Saturating endless neurons and synapses within my brain, keeping it energized and alert for all coming thoughts throughout the day.
Sincere emotions are traveling along rhythmic stanzas, being composed as I write and play the piano in my mind.
Many hours of joy and happiness fill me everyday as I alone can hear and see the screens of photographic memories stirring images and words in my mind.
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Conquering the attitudes of yesterday's demise, coming alive to the tantamount pictures standing now before me.
Collapsing frail and fragile emotions, taking and stranding them on shores of an everlasting moment.
Glad to be rid of them, saying good-bye and turning inward for the only attention I crave - that of my God as I continue to be His instrument in life.
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