RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Blood flowing and pulsing through a beating heart,
never wavering in it's goal of providing life to
those of us living in depths of it's desires.
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Blackened spots covering up aspects of life that are too difficult to overcome without a lot of work being done.
It's just way too much effort to try, so I slide around them and continue on my way down corridors of my choice, happily isolating and having a grand time being who I am.
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Acting like kids, enjoying zombie night.
Everyone dressing up and singing,
giving it all they've got.
A good cheerful crowd, a little family
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Floating fancifully throughout the atmosphere, ideas,
thoughts, feelings, surround and lend a mood of inner
peace.
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Talented, alluring, full of a kind gentleness stirred
once in a while with caring.
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Rhyming in rap with music being played at the
center.
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Hurrying through life, looking for happiness,
searching for companionship.

Walking into relationships without thinking,
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Mom, I hear your distant voice calling from pits of
desperation, holding gently, seeking inspiration to
quell this inner need of death.
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Interesting facets of life rally around
music as it lifts spirits and takes us
to other lands right here inside intellect.
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Memories straying into view, taking me into depths of
hallways, filled with their everlasting paintings and
murals, being taken quietly into tomorrow's interior
halls of fame.
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