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Love Insane (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #23)   Leave a comment

I just can’t take it anymore,
My heart feels like it’s going to burst.
I want to throw it against wall
And make these feelings disappear.

These crazy-making emotions
That keep driving me out of my head
This emotional feedback has grown too strong.
I just want it to disappear.

No it’s never meant to be
This insane love inside of me
It’s fingers try to pull apart
The last parts of my battered heart.

Until the only thing that remains
Is memories of this love insane
I know that I cannot get through
My crazy, messed up love for you.

This diseased infatuation
I don’t want it anymore than you
Crippling, misguided, suffocation.
If only it would disappear.

This infliction sticks with me
Couldn’t drop it if I wanted to.
I don’t want this crazy to get on you.
Maybe I should disappear.

No it’s never meant to be
This insane love inside of me
It’s fingers try to pull apart
The last parts of my battered heart.

Until the only thing that remains
Is memories of this love insane
I know that I cannot get through
My crazy, messed up love for you.

– Shaman Romney 2015

Posted 04/23/2015 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2015

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Anxiety (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #22)   Leave a comment

It’s going to be ok
Seriously,
It’s going to be ok.
Things are going be going your way.
So don’t worry,
It will be ok.

It’s going to be alright.
I’m telling you,
Its going to be alright.
Things will work out, please just sit tight.
So don’t worry,
It will be alright.

It’s all going to be fine,
Just relax.
It’s going to be fine.
You’re always expecting things to decline.
But don’t worry.
It will be fine.

I hear the words,
But I don’t believe
It’s just myself
I’m trying to deceive.
It always seems to be haunting me.
This crippling sense of anxiety.

– Shaman Romney 2015

Posted 04/22/2015 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2015

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The Edge (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 # 21)   Leave a comment

Standing on this 18th floor balcony,
But unlike you I am alone.
In my mind I take a leap,
Body sinking like a stone.

It’s just a thought. I would regret it
Some where around floor nine.
But part of me just wont forget it
And beckons me towards the edge.

He looks me in the eyes and says
“Don’t you want to join the sky?
Lose the weight of all your troubles,
And for that glorious moment, fly?”

His words make sense; indeed, persuade me.
Despite how troubling they are.
It feels like nothing will dissuade me.
As I move closer to the edge.

I put my hand upon the wall;
Lift my legs over the railing.
My self destructive reasoner
Is the one finally prevailing.

In this moment, I seem to lack,
That basic instinct; self preservation.
The feeling that would hold me back
From finally falling off the edge.

– Shaman Romney 2015

Posted 04/21/2015 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2015

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All This I Know Is True (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 # 20)   Leave a comment

I know the earth is rotating,
I know the sky is blue.
I know the sun is a plasmatic ball.
All this I know is true.

I know that when I first heard you laugh,
My heart grew light and flew
I love the way your laughter sounds.
All this I know is true.

I know I’ll always love you,
No matter what you do.
You’ll always be here in my heart
All this I know is true.

I know you’ll always love me,
And all my problems too.
Even when times get a little tough
All this I know is true.

I cherish all the moments,
I get to spend with you.
There never is enough of them
All this I know is true.

– Shaman Romney 2015

Posted 04/20/2015 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2015

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Moments (National poetry Writing Month 2015 #19)   1 comment

I love the moments I spend with you.
My heart fills with sadness when my time with you is through.
I’m filled with anxiety, but then
My world is happy once more when I see you again.

– Shaman Romney 2015

Posted 04/19/2015 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2015

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Guitar in the Corner (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #18)   Leave a comment

Guitar in the corner
Slowly gathering dust
I really should practice
I know that I must

But there’s not enough
Time in a day
At least that is the lie
I convince myself to say.

-Shaman Romney 2015

Posted 04/18/2015 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2015

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Carousel (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #17)   Leave a comment

Carousel spinning,
Animals dance lazily,
Children’s joy echoes.

– Shaman Romney 2015

Posted 04/17/2015 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2015

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