We start fresh
Pristine, new, a clean slate
A life unmarredArrows puncture us
Filling us full of holes
We cannot fillBut through friends
We can plug the holes
And find peace.
– Shaman Romney 2016
Archive for the ‘National Poetry Writing Month 2016’ Category
Holes (National Poetry Writing Month #10) 1 comment
Day in, Day out (National Poetry Writing Month 2016 #9) Leave a comment
Day in, day out
You bash your head against the wall
Heart filled with doubt
“Is it worth trying at all?”(But still)
Day in, day out
You bash your head until it breaks
Heart filled with doubt
The panic in your mind awakes(Yet still)
Day in, day out
You bash your head until you bleed
Heart filled with doubt
No rescue in your time of need(No will)
Day in, day out
You bash your head, about to die
Heart filled with doubt
You no longer want to try(Until)
Day in, day out
You raise your head up to the light
Heart still with doubt
“Did I really win this fight?”(You will)
Day in, day out
You raise your head up, full of pride
Heart freed from doubt
You made it through.
You survived.
– Shaman Romney 2016
Compromise (National Poetry Writing Month #8) Leave a comment
We need to find some compromise
We need to find some common ground
We need to stop the mud and the lies
We need to stop the fury and soundWe should come together, hand in hand
We should come together, with enemy and friend
We should work together, to take a stand
We should work together to make it to the endInstead, we draw battle lines for the fight
Instead, we put the loaded gun to our head
Instead, we are to stubborn to do what’s right
Instead, we choose to end up dead.I want a world that faces its problems with love.
I want us to cut out the vitriol, and rise above.
– Shaman Romney 2016
Realism: A Tritina (National Poetry Writing Month #7) Leave a comment
I see the good in people and I feel like an optimist.
But I hear about the evil in the world, and it makes me a pessimist.
I don’t want to seem like a downer, so I say I’m a realist.But is it a lie to tell people I am a realist
If, once upon a time, I felt like an optimist
But the world beat me down into the shape of a pessimist?Or, am I actually a fake pessimist?
Lying to myself about being a realist,
When I am secretly an optimist?I think, as a realist, I am just an optimist who wants to be a pessimist really badly.
– Shaman Romney 2016
Glasses: 4 Lunes (National Poetry Writing Month #6) Leave a comment
My life is
Spaced within a metal frame
Uniquely my ownThrough panels of glass
My world is
Full of love, of lossBut yours is
Something unique to only you
Shaped by experienceI wish we could see
The real world
It’s not meant to be
– Shaman Romney 2016
Playing Ketchup (National Poetry Writing Month #5) 1 comment
I started by throwing it on the floor.
It made a cool sound, but not anymore.
So I slapped my hands down on the gooey pile.
Shards of glass aside, it wasn’t my style.I grabbed another bottle; blew over the top.
I made a quick song but I just didn’t “pop”.
So I picked up some drumsticks and tapped out a beat.
It made a nice sound, but it wasn’t complete.So I grabbed my guitar, and used the bottle as a slide.
But I couldn’t hear much because of what was inside.
I’ve been trying to understand, but I just give up.
I just don’t understand why people play ketchup.
-Shaman Romney 2016
Amazing To Me (National Poetry Writing Month #4) Leave a comment
I know that you’ve been trying to make it,
And that it can be hard to see.
But I’m impressed, no need to fake it.
You are amazing to me.Not for reasons that don’t matter
But for the things you say and do.
You’ve changed from the on who help the ladder
To the one I look up to.You’ve become someone so impressive.
And everything I’ve said is true.
I would give all I can give
To one day be as amazing as you.
– Shaman Romney 2016
Medication (National Poetry Writing Month #3) Leave a comment
Depression can suck
Medication can help
Don’t test your luck
Grab the pills off the shelfToss them back
Give them a swallow
And start to track
The good things that followYou’ll find balance
Life will be sweeter
So just take a chance
It wont make you a cheaterGo get some help
It will get better
Take care of your self
Write your self a love letter.
– Shaman Romney 2016
Virtual Reality (National Poetry Writing Month 2016 #2) Leave a comment
Virtual reality
Will soon be reality
For virtually everyone.
The world we see
Will be the world in front of our eyes
But not the world in front of our eyes.
Our technological peripherals will block out the periphery,
We will only see what we want to see,
and not what we really want.To be truly connected,
We need disconnect.
To truly see,
We need to stop looking at what is in front of us,
and look at what has been in front of us the whole time.
-Shaman Romney 2016
(Going to catch up until I’m with the rest of the group.)
Late Start (National Poetry Writing Month #1) 1 comment
Late Start!
Late Start!
This NaPoWriMo I’ve got a late start!
This month I had a brain fart,
And so I have a late start.Poetry?
Poetry!
I’ll need to write some poetry!
Some poetry for you and me,
Mostly about my misery;
I’ll try to add some levity.
But now I’ll practice brevity
And go write some poetry.
– Shaman Romney 2016
Shame on The Universe 