RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Reading signs of future attitudes as they're written in books, taking care to keep libraries filled to capacity with words of progressive individuals.
Viewing picturesque moments from screens inside, withdrawing from life just to stay focused on what I'm feeling, while writing down all kinds of poetical sounds.
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Severing ties with past thoughts, giving in to deepest desires of hope.
Living in hazy culverts of my mind, testing limits and focusing on tables of beyond.
Taking steps preferred my way, as I freely walk into deserts of my own.
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Finding excuses at the back of my mind, not wanting to use any of them in the coming days.
Just appreciating the facts of an early gray sky, enveloping my space with a very comfortable sense of belonging.
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Raising and lifting spirits out of inner realms, transpiring to become recognized in many forms before this poem is done.
Quickly taking turns, giving in to splendid properties of physics as I complete journey's of scientific chemistry and incalculable mathematical formulas.
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Going deeply into subconscious realms, feeling the intense moods of sorrow's solace.
Taking me below freezing points of grief where I am frozen in memories of beatitudes.
Clasped tightly as doors close upon my mind, always shutting out the noise of the world.
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Racing down avenues of silent stillness, pacing myself in case I may miss something.
Wondering whatever might come into view when I'm not looking.
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Sounding far and away, touching,
pushing all senses out into the open where
they can be felt with unsurpassed emotions.
Keeping quite to self, yet wanting expressions
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Softly tangling itself in my brain, giving me a sense of tomorrow's destiny.
Floating before me in visions of fantastic surroundings - in the midst of nature's silence.
Catering to my existence, soothing frayed nerves with perception and extrasensory detection of inner saddened music.
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Sound and tone of her voice trembles inside, touching strings of musical aptitude deeply within my being.
Stressing the tones of each note as it quickly finds it's place in my memory.
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