Memories of suicides
That don't exist, but almost did.
A macabre reminder
Of potential presents and lost futures
With a grin, they all coalesce:
In the final breath of a dying wave.
– Shaman Romney 2021
Archive for the ‘poem #20’ Tag
Macabre Reminder (National Poetry Writing Month 2021 #20) Leave a comment
Chameleon (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #20) Leave a comment
Effusively I pick the color
I pick the shade you want for me
Brush the hue upon my person
Become the scene you want to seeAnd when you go, I dissipate
Diffusing into the background
And there I wait without a self
Until the next one comes around
– SR Romney 2020
Out With The Old (National Poetry Writing Month 2019 #20) Leave a comment
Out with the old
In with the new
Welcome the changes
Whether good or ill
Things will keep moving
So try not to stumble
Keep up the pace
And continue the adventure
– Shaman Romney 2019
Rebel (National Poetry Writing Month 2018 #20) Leave a comment
I’m a rebel in my own mind
Fighting past my oppression
Being my own insurrection
Searching hard and wide to find
A direction away from my fears:
The self negativity holding me down
Self hating punishment, a thorny crown
The doubt that kept me chained for years
No longer restrained by their tyranny
I will live my life as it is mine
Moving a perfect, solid line
Towards my unknown destiny
– Shaman Romney
Just Don’t Punch People, Okay? (Explicit) (National Poetry Writing Month 2017 #20) Leave a comment
Don’t be surprised when someone dies
Because you started saying violence is fine from your side
It’s not their fault anymore, its yours
You made your movement rot to the coreYou called their thoughts violence
So you could turn your thoughts violent
So you you could sit back in silence
While your friends act violent
Thinking “I would never try it.”
But you would if you could
Get past your cowardice, your avariceYou sycophantic piece of shit
You make me want to fucking quit
I hate that I care so much
I hate it, I’m aware too much
I hate you and I want to punch you lights out
This anger is too muchBut I’ll be a better person than you
I care about the people
And there’s nothing I could possibly do
Worse than what you keep doing to yourself
I’ll fight with words, to fight your words
To fight your war, to fight your hate
To fight for love, for acceptance, for peaceBe glad for people like me
Be glad I’m your opponent
‘Cause I may shoot off at the mouth
But the people you fuck with?Today is a punch
Tomorrow’s a knife
The next is a gun
The end of your life
And you may blame them.
But I don’t give a shit.
Because they may be the finish
But you started it.And when the deaths start tolling
I’ll cry for both sides
I’ll mourn for us allBecause our country has died.
– Shaman Romney 2017
Suicidal Strength (National Poetry Writing Month #20) Leave a comment
There’s a fucked up strength in suicide
That no one seems to realize.
Slaying a monster that only you can see.Or being your own hero,
Rescuing your self from the darkness
Because no one else could.
Because you thought no one would.Suicide isn’t weak, or pathetic.
But just sad; misguided.
People will help you write your story.
So don’t close your book
Before its done.
-Shaman Romney 2016
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
Easter (National Poetry Writing Month #20) Leave a comment
Today everyone,
Celebrates their Lord
Im just happy,
For Turkey,
Chocolate,
Easter eggs
And family.
Shaman Romney 2014
