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Utah Weather (National Poetry Writing Month 2017 #28)   Leave a comment

Utah weather; There is nothing better
Than wearing shorts in snow

Or bringing sunscreen and an umbrella
Wherever you may go

Always be prepared, just like a boy scout
Because you never know

If you are going to melt with heat stroke
Or if winter will show.

– Shaman Romney 2017

Backwards Fear (National Poetry Writing Month #28)   1 comment

The ground was cold, wet with blood
The impact, hard and sudden
The wind rushed passed his eyes
The glass twinkled in the sunlight

The window gave way with a final jerk
He continued to hit it with desperation
His hands were slick with his blood
The glass shattered and wounded him.

He punched at it furiously, hurriedly
He dashed for the room, for the light
Running in his abject terror
He spotted safety in the other room

Desperately, he searched in darkness
He had to get away from that thing
He heard the claws scrapping the floor
The monster began its gibbering

The undulating mass stared at him with hunger
His eyes adjusted to the darkness
He heard the other-worldly voice garble
“Run, and you will die tired.”

-Shaman Romney 2016

Posted 04/28/2016 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2016

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Self Harm (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #28)   Leave a comment

Tracing twisted pictures all across my arm
When did i become the person who takes pleasure in self harm?

I hate this sadistic masochist,
The me that seems to find joy in this.

Self destructive sketches drawn  again and again.
A false belief I am atoning for sin.

Or is it a misguided search for relief?
This evil, unwanted,disgusting belief.

Either way, the result is the same.
I lose my soul, and blood in this game.

– Shaman Romney 2015

Posted 04/28/2015 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2015

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Giving Up (National Poetry Writing Month #28)   Leave a comment

Once again, giving up
The enternal loser chimes in.
Why are you even trying?
You’re never going to win.

I give up again.
I gave up again.

Falling down, covered up
the same puddle of shame
My pessimist just laughs at this
You’ll always be the same

I give up again.
I gave up again.

I guess I have to realize
Im staring a losers eyes.
The pessimist stares back me
Shows the world as grey, unclean.
My winning streak has gone away
The optimist won’t come today.
This pathetic loser is out of luck.
It time that I tried
Giving up.

Shaman Romney 2014

Posted 04/28/2014 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2014, Poetry

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