Archive for the ‘poem’ Tag
Affix the mind on nothing
Using missing screws
Let your mind wander
Until it's finally lost
Drift, and cease to drift
In the never ending void
Forget your life's purpose
Discard all you hold dear
For in true nothingness
You will discover everything
SR Romney 2024
The lights you see
I built them for me
To guide me wherever I go
If far from home
I'm never alone
As long as I see them glow
Wherever I tread
Or rest my head
Inside, I'll always know
I'll be alright
Cause I see l the light
I built so long ago.
– SR Romney 2023
Once upon a time
I'd run to you when I was sad
You'd dry my tears and remind me
That it's not so bad
But just that's just how it used to be
Now it's only a memory
– SR Romney 2022
I skip along the rocks again
Just like we used to do
And dance along the memories
Of when our love was true
I throw a stone into the lake
And shatter all it's glass
The ripples move like memories
Like echoes of our past
I sit my self upon the shore
And stare into the trees
And hear the words you said to me
Scatter upon the breeze
I take a breath and close my eyes
And focus on your face
For one last time I say goodbye
And drift off into space
– SR Romney 2022
We are all looking for a place to be
Minute by minute, leaving our mark
One point at a time
Hoping it will last long enough
For someone to see
Before being crushed
Under the personality of others
– SR Romney 2022
Life is built from deception:
from lies unknown; truths unspoken.
"I love you." "I miss my friend."
"I'm glad I'm here." I'm so alone."
If we stop, and speak from our heart,
wouldn't life be much better?
– SR Romney 2022
No poetry this month
I think I've writ enough
I think I'll do my taxes,
and other boring stuff
Thats just the thing I'd say
Since there is no other way
To exercise some praxis
On this April Fool's day.
– Shaman Romney 2021
You and I are:
Peanut butter and a cheese burger,
Strawberries and pizza,
Whiskey and grape juice,
Pop music and death metal.
Two things which seem wrong together.
But, for a few select people,
We are perfectly matched.
– Shaman Romney 2019
I miss you the way a heart misses a beat.
One moment you’re gone and that’s the death of me.
I drag my corpse along; a shambling zombie.
Searching for my soul: the way you complete me.
– Shaman Romney 2018
I feel I am defined by my mistakes
More easily than by my successes.
By times when I could not rise to the stakes;
Times when I gave into my excesses.
I say this not because of self loathing,
Or due to obsessive ideation.
Nor, wearing pride like ill fitting clothing,
As an imposter venting frustration.
My mistakes are the crux of my story;
The arc starting the path to what’s in store.
At present, they seem ugly and gory.
In hindsight, they’re the path to being more.
In making mistakes, if you cannot learn,
Success is impossible to discern.
– Shaman Romney 2018