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Semicolon (National Poetry Writing Month 2018 #11)   Leave a comment

The semicolon means our life doesn’t necessarily end when it stops abruptly;
Instead we can keep on writing until we reach the ending we were supposed to have.
But it can also mean our life is one long unbroken sentence: never-ending, never breaking,
Only bending as we flow along the path cut before us
Finding what is in store for us until we finally reach the ocean and move on from what we know,
With our experiences and relationships the legacy we show for it;
The only way we stop is if we damn our own flow
And end the sentence before it really should be done.

– Shaman Romney 2018

(Link to Project Semicolon.)

Entendre (National Poetry Writing Month 2017 #11)   Leave a comment

Your innate talents
Are like a pool inside of you
Building up pressure
The longer you wait
To let it rush out
And shower down
In golden radiance
And leave your mark
On the world.

– Shaman Romney 2017

Fast (National Poetry Writing Month 2016 #11)   Leave a comment

I need to go fast
I need to go empty
I need to go without
And use what’s within me

I need to go fast
I need to go quickly
I need to go forward
Without doubt or hesitation

I need to go fast
I need to go fast

I need to go fast
I need to go hungry
I need to go starve
Until I’m weak and slow

I need to go fast
I need to go zero to sixty
I need to go breakneck
Until I’m out of gas

I need to go fast
I need to go fast

– Shaman Romney 2016

Posted 04/11/2016 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2016

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Spaced (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #11)   Leave a comment

Spaced out, between thoughts
Something important to do
Almost forgotten.

– Shaman Romney

Posted 04/11/2015 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2015

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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

Posted 04/11/2014 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2014, Poetry

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