RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Synchronizing designs of patterns, developing ingenuity as
it climbs higher with ivy up scholastic walls.
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Settling deep down within me,
peering out, my inner child,
worried, preferring not to
expose herself through writing
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Jamming to tunes on a karaoke machine,
singing from inner depths.

Letting words out into the atmosphere
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Agitation filling me, rising closer to fear of the unknown,
tasting the tang of bitterness in every remark given out of
retribution.
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Amusing self interiorly with changing rhythms of nature.

Engulfing imagination with waves of beauty, as life
whips and slides upon shores of sand being lapped at by
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Waking to a reverie of bliss, touching my mind with a
rushing wind of tingling energy, blasting mind waves
into beautiful particles of musical intensity.
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Sacrificing a lifetime for another person isn't
absolute love, it's a part of a neediness - a
co-dependence of sorts.
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Nothing can keep me from writing, whether in ink or memory.
It's second nature to write whatever I think.
Not expressing myself vocally, never being famous, doesn't
matter - I write because poetry is fun for me.
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I love you, even as I turn away from you in sorrow.
Many moments of happiness have crept into my life since I have known
you.
To continue without you, I must treasure these moments forever in my
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Living on imagination, floating with billowy clouds
across the heavens, tantamount to miracles of young
hearts.
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