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Color (National Poetry Writing Month 2025 #9)   Leave a comment

While I watch, the world is burning.
I am filled with craving, yearning,
For a respite where I can just be me.

No, I did not choose to be this;
This shade of paint on the canvas.
So why can't you just let my color be?

Whitewash away the different,
Destroy what you call aberrant,
Erase the colors you don't wish to see.

If you crave only monochrome
Then march me to my catacomb.
At least, in death, I'll finally be free.

– SR Romney 2025

Posted 04/09/2025 by Shay in National Poetry Writing Month 2025

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Free Time (National Poetry Writing Month 2024 #14)   Leave a comment

I spent my time away
From my responsibilities today.
My duties can make way;
It's time to go and play!
I spent this time for me
And let myself be free
'Cause tomorrow I will be
The pinnacle of responsibility.

SR Romney 2024

Posted 04/14/2024 by Shay in National Poetry Writing Month 2024

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Paper Boat (National Poetry Writing Month 2021 #13)   Leave a comment

I fold my mind into a paper boat
And drift upon the endless, shifting sea
To try and keep my sanity afloat
I fold my mind into a paper boat
And as my greatest wish escapes my throat
I wonder what it is like to be free
I fold my mind into a paper boat
And drift upon the endless, shifting sea

– Shaman Romney 2021

Posted 04/13/2021 by Shay in National Poetry Writing Month 2021

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Free (National Poetry Writing Month 2021 #4)   Leave a comment

Another lie lays on its side
And hears the truths that I confide.
Alone, in my protective shell,
Protected by the lies I tell.
Within it’s walls, I can be me
And show the truths I long to be.

Until it’s time to step outside.
Until it’s time, once more, to hide.
I’ll bring my masks and lies to sell
Day after day, and do it well.
Present this stoic face you see
Keep myself under lock and key.

Day in, day out, just like the tide,
I’ll keep my true self deep inside.
But when I sit alone and dwell
And hide from interpersonal hell.
I’ll float in my internal sea;
Among it’s waves, I can be free.

– Shaman Romney 2021

Posted 04/04/2021 by Shay in National Poetry Writing Month 2021

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