RoseAnn V. Shawiak Emptiness Poems

Beating of rhythms touching this heart with a tenderness of
beauty as it helps to unfold my spirit, taking it onto the
dance floor.
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Thoughtfully looking from way in back, getting a different
perspective on surroundings.

Everything looks so far away, so distant, that it brings
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Tears of dark emptiness fall slowly from my eyes,
each drop bringing with it a piece of my heart.

Soaked through with sorrow, head hung limply from
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Lying upon a bed of heartache, heart beating senselessly,
mind disappearing into another dimension where life is
not cruel, but loving and beautiful.
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Taking moments into my mind, watching them over and over
into the night, reliving all the feelings that went along
with them.
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Silent voices now whispering from the past, retelling
mysteries of old memories that take me away, reminisce-
ing and holding them close to my heart and soul.
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Living in pieces of life's puzzle scattered across my mind,
searching, looking for a final picture that will eventually
bring it all together.
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Music touching an interior sky, lifting me solemnly into
an interior life, noticing the emptiness surrounding me
on earth.
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Tears of dark emptiness fall slowly from my eyes,
each drop bringing with it a piece of my heart.

Soaked through with sorrow, head hung limply from
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Stranded in sands of time, looking for blessings that may
be hidden in desires and passion, waiting for their energy
to be recognized and taken into the middle of all goodness.
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Writing into the emptiness that's always within, a void
of eternal proportions it seems while alive, misery,
death of a loved one, grief that follows right behind.
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Women learn early on in life that love is fickle and
untrue, learning that trust can never be given for
there is no reasoning or logical answer to be given
through the years.
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Shadows of being, walking down hallways of lasting memories,
touching them individually, bringing them to life.

Wanting to relive each one in their vibrant stages from
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Music filling a nighttime beauty of sounds tucking themselves
in pockets of a mind, blissful and having moments of thoughts
that surround minds with pleasure.
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Thinking through musical melodies, feeling their tempting
emptiness reaching out to this mere poet, not afraid to
sit in solitude of an interior sphere that opened one day.
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Rounding out this being through writing poetry, letting it fill
the voids found in this life, all the emptiness being felt, lone-
liness holding it's hands through the years.
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Soothing, touching literal meanings of my heart as I
write unexhaustedly forever in moments of time, un-
ceasingly being motivated and inspired within.
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There's no one to hear my prayer, just an emptiness
and a void penetrating the center of my heart and
life.
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Riding around town has left me feeling lost and down tonight,
usually it helps pick me up and makes things better.

What is wrong? What is different about this dark and lonely
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Lights dancing prayerfully across the horizon, focusing their
brilliance in many directions all at once.

Stirring imagination, tugging at memories past, wishing for
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Waiting for an event to begin,
life carefully flows forward
into adjacent aisles of creativeness,
filling pockets of emptiness with
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Submerged in black ink, totally down, saddened beyond compare.
Knowing there's no way to escape this downward spiral into a
hell of unknown furor, I turn away from life's existence,
burying self beneath earth's rhyming death of birth.
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Secreted in a tunnel of natures' foliage,
trying to stay away from life for a while.

Taking steps further into catacombs,
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Living in an emptiness caused by the frailty of being
human, not knowing how to combat it at times, existing
in chaos, turmoil and stress.
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Chill of death in the atmosphere, taunting me with the
wonder of Tushar's life, the brilliance of his mind,
letting me remember it all vividly through intellect.
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Sitting in depths of lonely abandonment, no one here to
talk or reach out to, wanting only to isolate and not be
a part of anything in this life anymore.
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Computing moments can be hazardous to health if you get caught up in their exchanges.
Living on lines of emptiness, all those who are helpless fall short of anything the future may hold.
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Wending my way through the emptiness of life now that
you have died and left me, heart hurting so deeply with
your misfortune.
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Facing loneliness in a moonlit night, stars twinkling
above, showing their caring and compassion for our
predicament.
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Racing along, passing each moment in time through
living and keeping pace with the tones and rhythms
of each other.
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Settling into hearts everywhere, an inherent lonely
emptiness fills us with the essence of our human nature.

No mistaking the abandonment we all find in our lives,
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Filling the emptiness with writing poetry,
lying aside the tears as they form interiorly.
Collecting mischievous notions, smiling at
their innocence as they wait to be exposed
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Prescient thoughts being brought into the picture,
having come from beyond and alighting upon the
dirge of interior tomorrows.
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Energy bursting from my mind,
looking to be used in any form of periodic sadness.
Wiping tears from behind my eyes, lest someone espy
them before I can hide them.
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Trembling with emotion,
feeling tightened in a barrier of isolation.
Trying to break free, easing slowly out of
life and into another form of life on the edge.
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A growing emptiness hiding inside, wanting to be acknowledged and known throughout the universe.
Delaying its entrance can only last so long, then I must write of the loneliness stemming from my heart.
Being expressed in feeling words, I relate all its emotions to others.
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Life is exacting precision with emotion thrown in to
send us spinning, never knowing where we're going at
any given time.
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Waves gently lapping up the shore, each carrying away with the sand, a trouble once before.
Softly sounding, tugging at your heart, bringing forth sadness from it - bringing forth great sorrow.
No where is there life left over from a mother, just a dead, cold silence forevermore.
Thinking of her, reaching out for her, soundlessly emptiness haunts me as I stagger and fall from it's total void.
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Hurriedly rushing to get somewhere on time, knowing
all along that it's not important, but pretending
to ourselves that it is.
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Flags waving through my mind,
touching me interiorly with an expectant source
of emotion furling and unfurling my intense
imagination.
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Life, real life, can be so totally beautiful as it
pertains to nature.

Alas, when talking about human nature, there is no
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Resting in a place of emptiness, losing myself in
the atmospheres of yesterday's sadness.
Grief always standing around every corner, waiting
to continue it's journey as we walk into it's path-
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Perspectives of life are ever-changing,
revolving towards destiny's ends while
living moments in timeless energy.
Tantamount to universal ideas, an
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Deeply somber, hidden away beneath a blanket of darkened sadness, unable to face the world and what's in it today.
Head bowed, shoulders slumped, mind stashed away to protect it from the bitter selfishness and jealousy of others.
There's no one to turn to - it's a totally solo journey into the emptiness, caused by other's attitudes towards me.
Upset, holding tears back, trying not to let their saltiness fall into the raw hurt of abandonment.
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Alighting from interior thought, grief climbs off of it's cycle, watching tears fall deeply into sorrowful pits of human loneliness.
Being filled with an increasing emptiness, solidly building itself within - a category of tepid landscapes in misery.
Palpable darkness forming on every horizon, taking with it a formidable part of life into a steaming abyss of unforgiveness.
Totally absorbed in puddles of tears left unattended on shores of unlimited grief.
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Stretching legs and arms as we dance to rhythms strong and loud, taking us further into patterns of another life almost upon us in this end of being.

Moving rapidly, going down tracks of reality, hoping life will give more than it receives, living in a dense atmosphere of poverty without wanting to.
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Rhythms of angels walking with this poet on lonely roads
of life, protecting and keeping this poet safe, trading
memories of the past in moments of emptiness.
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Knowing you through all these years, loving and standing
by you, nothing could ever turn me from your heart.

When emptiness touches my being, I think of you and how
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