RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Likelihood of being stipulated, encases me in a spiral of illusion, taking me to depths never shown before in my mind.
Giving an idea, placing it in imagination's home-like infusion of prose.
Touching emptily, the sadness of a lifetime with feelings of remorse, bringing beauty into the crystal tears of grief.
Tasting the bittersweet joy of love and desire as it is drained slowly from without in hands of people envious of what talent I have.
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Sensing my soul's desire to hear and listen to interior music while I live in desperate depressions of sadness.
Quieting my heart while I carry on, hoping to end all recriminations with some understanding - yet that never happens as I'm
continually misunderstood and made fun of while being abused emotionally by another.
Staring down the barrel of a gun, I see life falling away from me and I no longer care to save it.
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Reflections decorating bluened shades of a waterfall.
Tenderly touching my mind with it's exquisite blend of textures, as I gently ease feelings into the total picture, giving the atmosphere an ambiance of eerie cloudiness.
On days of hopeless abandon, turning away from everyone, hiding in catacombs of my mind,
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Sidling along pathways at the end of a wonderfully peaceful evening, I sigh and reluctantly let go of it's entire pleasurable feeling.
Setting free, my spirit soars into dimensional orbits of other environments, grasping my mind and exerting it's emotional content into what I choose to see.
Receiving every notion, placing it into mosaics of beautiful array and saved carefully in a memory of joy.
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Sliding around bowls of ice, leaning, sliding, hoping to express some particle of silent anger, move it outside of me once and for all.
Fulfilling inner desires with make-believe people, arranging their egos to coincide with mine so I won't feel so lonely and abandoned in this world that has always shut me out.
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Limitless freedom sits within me, justifying itself through writing, refusing to listen or obey anyone else's words or commands.
Climbing walls, looking about, seeing brand new landscapes unfolding before my mind in elastic beauty.
Sensing words becoming as I look within subconscious thoughts, exercising my every brain cell with ideas flowing out and over one another.
Beseeching cacophonies of spheres and orbs as they suddenly appear before my sight,
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Silently into the night I write of many things that come to mind as I listen to musical melodies being sung by the Blue Notes at the Elk's Club.
Wonder sets in and shows upon an inner screen allowing me to see everything in bright elastically clear pictures, photographically imprinted in my mind forever.
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Trusting in a doubtful faith, praying that hope
will explode and fill me interiorly with it's
belief.
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