RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Motion catches my eye as I watch carefully, the antics of people on the dance floor.
Moving off of the beat at times, yet managing to stay afloat for the time being,
showing off their drunken prowess to one another.
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Stringing along beads of life as I turn away from the piercing screams of loneliness.
Left out of all treasures in light of remorseful tremors, holding me in a warped sort of paperback book.
Always being exchanged and never surpassed by anyone else's life in many books of poetry.
Listening thoroughly with an open heart, never believing that all of existent details will be expelled in poetical musings for a timeless period of usefulness.
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Traipsing slowly through enlightenment, trying to find my way through the darkness of insensitive, unknowing people.
Starkly searching for something more, yet never coming close to what I actually need to exist.
There's no avenue open to me as I stroll through the gardens of eternity, not finding my way back home, and I fall upon the ending days of my lone existence.
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Falling into a musical pattern, taking off with it's design as it builds itself into a rhyme of selection.
Grasping thoughts, a dozen at a time, filling the emptiness of my mind with prosaic blossoms, scented with bereavement.
Roses to be set upon a grave dug for a family member in her prime.
Scheduling an opportune time to respect and praise her life in moments of latent demise.
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Emotions flowing into the ocean, turning tides into waterfalls of sorrow, deafening my mind as I move into a place of grief's importance.
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Emotions flowing into the ocean, turning tides into waterfalls of sorrow, deafening my mind as I move into a place of grief's importance.
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Reaching forward, grasping the light shining before me, guiding me into byways of intellectual imagination, caressing my mind with intensive beauty.
Selecting the most delicious memories to wrap around my mind in peaceful auras.
Lessening pain of sorrow as I dive into an ocean of solace, taking me by the heart and calming my soul.
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Coming together in melodies of many songs, hitting notes together, as we figure the rhythm's of our lives in escapades and journeys, and following our hearts.
Beating measures, totally intensely, never differing from many pathways of existence.
Living on circumferences of our time, never looking back, only inward towards our interior lives.
Dwelling on the horizon of our final sunset, never trying to think of our dwindling time on earth together.
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Interior emotions dwelling quietly inside, watching as I go about daily routine, independently of them.
Feeling left out and abandoned, yet wondering what has caused such a great change in my being.
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