I don't feel like doing much of anything today.
I don't feel like doingmuch ofanythingtoday.
I don't feel likedoinganything.
I don't feellikeanything
I don't feelanything.
I don'tfeel.
Idon't.I.
.
– SR Romney
Archive for the ‘Poem #7’ Tag
I Don’t (National Poetry Writing Month 2025 #7) Leave a comment
Bored (National Poetry Writing Month 2024 #7) Leave a comment
I'm so bored
I need a mistake
Or a disaster to deal with
Some sort of tragedy
To sink my teeth into
I don't want contentment
But good crisis to chew on
If I don't have one at home
Store bought is fine
SR Romney 2024
The Battle (National Poetry Writing Month 2023 #7) Leave a comment
On the verge of greatness,
As this battle music rages
I move in to make the killing blow.
My foe is legendary
But, now cornered, he's wary.
He makes one last move, but too slow.
As his sword goes askew,
My blade point strikes true!
I have finally vanquished my foe.
The victory music sings
As the exp bar dings.
One level down, just 19 more to go.
– SR Romney 2023
Drunk (National Poetry Writing Month 2022 #7) Leave a comment
Drunk on power
Drunk on fame
Drunk on loathing
Drunk on shame
Drunk on ego
It's the new style
Drunk on memories
So you'll stay a while
Drunk past midnight
Not going home
Drunk before noon
'Cause you woke up alone
Drink away worries
Drink away mind
Drink to feel something
Drink away time
Drink away sorrow
Drink away pain
Drink 'til tomorrow
Then do it again
– SR Romney 2022
Fooled (National Poetry Writing Month 2021 #7) Leave a comment
Fooled into believing
You’re the one deceiving
The devil in your personal hellPlayed you like a fiddle
Trapped you in his riddle
Worst of all is you will never knowSo onwards you will scream
Trapped inside of your dream
As a puppet stuck making a showWhat is saddest of all
When your death comes to call
You will dance gleefully to your hell
– Shaman Romney 2021
Memory/Inside My Mind (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #7) Leave a comment
My memory stills
Lost inside a dream
Moving as fate wills
Down the living stream
As I’m laid to rest
As I fade from view
As life leaves my chest
I will dream of you.Inside my mind
I find you here
Our ties that bind
Will bring us near
No need to stay
You can be free
Just one more day
Here next to me.My memory stills inside my mind.
Lost inside a dream, I find you here.
Moving as fate wills, our ties that bind
Down the living stream, will bring us near.
As I’m laid to rest, no need to stay.
As I fade from view, you can be free.
As life leaves my chest, just one more day
I will dream of you, here next to me.
– SR Romney 2020
Let’s Die Together, Shall We? (National Poetry Writing Month 2019 #7) Leave a comment
Suicidal thoughts ought to be shared with those closest to you.
It is what Romeo and Juliet taught us all to do.
They were a comedy of errors, a tragedy of youth.
Let’s die together, shall we?Where I have gotten older, both much meeker and much bolder;
Although I could continue to shoulder this burden with you,
This boulder is too heavy, and I am not getting stronger.
So let’s just give in, shall we?Those who surround us, who don’t understand, would call it a waste.
Haven’t we had enough of life to know it isn’t for us?
We will never aquire from life our life’s aquired taste.
So let’s spit it out, shall we?For it isn’t real true love if I only give you my life
And so I pledge my existence, my story’s ending, to you.
With this final act our love springs eternal for all to view.
Let’s die together, shall we?
– Shaman Romney 2019
Failure (National Poetry Writing Month 2018 #7) Leave a comment
I wish I could say I have failed all my life
I wish I could say that I’ve lost
I wish I faced perils, obstacles and strife
I wish my dreams were a sunk costBecause through the failure I’d learn
Each loss is a step towards winning
Through the perils are victories I earn
From the cost would spring a new beginningInstead I left my life to waste
Sitting idle without any traction
Instead of loving life I’ve been chaste
My only failure is my inactionIs it to late to advance? I don’t know.
But forward to greatness or folly I go.
– Shaman Romney 2018
Petty: 4 Lunes (National Poetry Writing Month 2017 #7) Leave a comment
Why am I petty?
Vindictive
A sad, selfish soul?I could be happy
Without care
But it gets to meBeing betrayed hurts
Long after
In spite of myselfOne day I won’t care
Much too late
My life will be gone
– Shaman Romney 2017
Realism: A Tritina (National Poetry Writing Month #7) Leave a comment
I see the good in people and I feel like an optimist.
But I hear about the evil in the world, and it makes me a pessimist.
I don’t want to seem like a downer, so I say I’m a realist.But is it a lie to tell people I am a realist
If, once upon a time, I felt like an optimist
But the world beat me down into the shape of a pessimist?Or, am I actually a fake pessimist?
Lying to myself about being a realist,
When I am secretly an optimist?I think, as a realist, I am just an optimist who wants to be a pessimist really badly.
– Shaman Romney 2016
Shame on The Universe 