A life of quiet loneliness.
People, just background noise.
A stranger in a room of friends.
A silent, pittiful scream
Of a man no one hears.
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Loneliness(National Poetry Writing Month #13) Leave a comment
Mask(National Poetry Writing Month #12) Leave a comment
Wear the mask, play the game,
make sure they always see.
The smiling man, the jester,
the thing you ought to be.Don’t show your pain,
or your hurt, or your agony.
Your loved ones want a happy man,
that’s what you ought to be.Don’t ever drop the visage,
don’t show the deeper being.
Pretend to be a happy man,
the thing you’ll never be.The mask will never come off
The world will never see.
This image of the happy man
Will never be me.
Shaman Romney 2014
Empty (National Poetry Writing Month #11) Leave a comment
I’m a man who is empty.
I have had everything
Pulled out of me.
Some of it,
My Heart,
I gave willingly.
Most of it,
My Blood,
My Tears,
My Soul,
Were taken forcefully.
Now I stand here
Devoid of love,
of life,
of hope.
Now I have nothing.
I am a man who is empty.
Shaman Romney 2014
The Man Leapt (Weekly Writing Challenge) 18 comments
I’ve never felt I was a fiction writer. At times, I feel so wrapped up in myself that I can take the time to imagine anything different. In fact, I only feel like when I am writing as my self about myself, that I feel it is any good. The closest I’ve gotten to fiction writing is creating characters for role-playing games, which have been average, plot-wise, at best.
So when this week’s writing challenge came up, at first I felt like I shouldn’t even try to do it. I mean, I’m just not that good at it, right? But on further reflection, I decided I wanted to do it. The point of a challenge is to challenge yourself, so I did.
I had a fun doing too. In the end, isn’t that the point?
Anyways, here it is. I hope you enjoy:
The man leapt. Freeing himself from the shackles that bound him, he cast himself off the edge. Away from hate, regret, failure; as the wind rushed by it stripped all this from him. He was left a man without any burden, except existence. Now, he was finally free to fly.
Thank you for reading.
I’ve Been Down (National Poetry Writing Month Poem #10) Leave a comment
Yeah, I’ve been down before
Body sprawled out on the floor
Crying, screaming, and begging for more.
Yeah I’ve been down before.Yeah, I have lost it all
Bloodied my fists upon the wall
Climbed to the top only to fall
Yeah I have lost it all.Yeah, I have been alone
No one in the world to call my own.
Wandered the streets without a home.
Yeah I have been alone.Yeah, I have given up.
Found my best not good enough.
Found that I was out of luck.
Yeah I have given up.Yeah, I have been to Hell
Done things I will never tell.
Know that burning, sulfur smell.
Yeah I have been to Hell.Yeah, I’d do it all again.
Although it didn’t work in the end.
I’d do it all for you, my friend.
Yeah, I’d do it all again.
Shaman Romney 2014
Tired (National Poetry Writing Month #9) Leave a comment
I’m tired of trying
to win life’s game.
The out come always
feels the same.I get knocked down Twenty
I get up Twenty One
Will the next time I’m knocked down
be when I’m done?I’ll just keep on fighting
There is no other way
Here’s to hoping
I get it right someday.
Shaman Romney 2014
The Gallery (National Poetry Writing Month # 8) Leave a comment
The Gallery
Each person we see,
Walking down the street
In line at the store
In every car we pass by.Is a tapestry of memories.
Tragedy beyond understanding
Triumph beyond reason
Life beyond measure.We are in a gallery
Full of artists
of wonderful music
and so much more.When surrounded by such beauty,
Do you look to your favorites?
Or see something new?
What do you choose?
Shaman Romney 2014
Umm… I don’t? 8 comments
Tell us your tried and true techniques for focusing when that deadline looms and you need to get work done. In other words, how do you avoid wasted days and wasted nights?
I don’t, to be honest. I have a problem with either procrastinating until the last second, or do my projects in a rush and finish them early. It’s not about what I find fun or enjoyable, not completely. Sometimes things I enjoy take me forever, and things I hate get completed instantly. In fact, I started this post at around 9 today, and I have:
-Taken a shower.
-Watched the new episode of Cosmos.
-Took a nap.
-Watched a documentary on Einstein.
-Started to clean my room, but got bored with that and started writing again.
I enjoy writing, but for some reason it was the last thing I wanted to do. But sometimes, when i get a great idea, I’ll end up writing pages and pages of stuff, eschewing food, hygiene, friends, sex, and candy to do so.
So the better question is: how does one be a functioning adult while having the habits of a hyperactive toddler?
I do that by breaking up the stuff I don’t like to do over the day, in between breaks of doing stuff I want to do. I will, for example, write blog posts, surf Wikipedia, teach my self math, and read e books. I will occasionally take breaks from all this to actually do my job. Luckily, my job is easy and transactional, so i am able to do plenty of non-work, while only having to deal with the occasional distractions of working.
However, then we get to the question: what is wasted time? I can understand that if I sit around and do absolutely nothing, that I am wasting time. But if I am learning, expanding my brain, or making money, is it wasted time?
If that is true, then in fact I make a very good use of my time. Its just the rest of the world that is the problem. 🙂
The Path (National Poetry Writing Month #7) Leave a comment
The Path
I have no idea where I am going
I have no idea where to start
My mind leads a path to nowhere
Confusion is what leads my heartThey say that the path will show up
If you just try to see
You’ll find your way to happiness
You’ll find your thing to beBut what does one do
when they cant see the way?
Do I rot in desperation?
Do I wither away?I don’t know where I’m going
But I have to try
Maybe when I reach the end,
I will know why.
Shaman Romney 2014
Summer Snow (National Poetry Writing Month #6) Leave a comment
Summer Snow
A thunder clap in the distance,
Rain falls in a heavy sheet.
People panic as they scatter
From the rain and summer snow.Safe, enclosed within my home
from the sounds of nature’s roar
Hear her song, this pitter-patter
the sound of rain and summer snowNature, such a fickle mistress
The very sky moves at her whim
You and I, we do not matter
to the rain and summer snow.
-Shaman Romney 2014
Shame on The Universe 