RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Screaming across the land, having a grand time
while sitting quietly in my mind.

Escaping many varieties of stress as I ride
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Running, scrambling through a darkened life,
wondering where all will end.
How will everything change from white to
black and back again?
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Clinging and clanging within a head,
trying to listen to melodic notes as
they spread a table of words before me.
Selecting randomly, those that suit me,
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What will anyone do when they are gone?
What type of agenda will they have, and
will there be appointments to keep them
busy?
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Looking through windows filled with graffiti at
black rain clouds throughout the heavens.
Traversing roads beneath the heavy pregnancy of
them all, hoping that a storm will not soon be
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Every time I see your face across my mind, life
whispers it's silent good-byes, as it takes leave
of all senses and drifts deeply into imagination's
abysses.
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Touching soothingly, heart strings of sorrowful music
being played within at any given moment in time.

Life stranded on outsides of subconsciousness, shadows
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Dark stretches of imagination fill an interior being
subconsciously.
Belying all, skirting edges of reality to flirt with
death against it's bidding.
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