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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

Posted 04/07/2022 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2022

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Fooled (National Poetry Writing Month 2021 #7)   Leave a comment

Fooled into believing
You’re the one deceiving
The devil in your personal hell

Played you like a fiddle
Trapped you in his riddle
Worst of all is you will never know

So onwards you will scream
Trapped inside of your dream
As a puppet stuck making a show

What is saddest of all
When your death comes to call
You will dance gleefully to your hell

– Shaman Romney 2021

Posted 04/07/2021 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2021

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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

Posted 04/07/2020 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2020

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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

Posted 04/07/2019 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2019

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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 cost

Because 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 beginning

Instead I left my life to waste
Sitting idle without any traction
Instead of loving life I’ve been chaste
My only failure is my inaction

Is 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?
A sad, selfish soul?

I could be happy
Without care
But it gets to me

Being betrayed hurts
Long after
In spite of myself

One day I won’t care
Much too late
My life will be gone

– Shaman Romney 2017

Posted 04/07/2017 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2017

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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

Posted 04/07/2016 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2016

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Wasted (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #7)   Leave a comment

I’ve wasted time crying,
Wasted time giving up.
Wasted time with indecision,
With not trying hard enough.

I’ve wasted time with hatred
I’ve wasted time with fear
Wasted time with anger,
Wasted so many of my years.

I’m tired of being wasted
Tired of being stoned.
Of waking up with doubt and regret.
I’m tired of being alone.

So I’m trying to make it better.
I’m trying to make it right.
I’m trying to keep on fighting
To one day have a better life.

I don’t know if I can make it
I don’t know if I’ll ever win.
I don’t if this is worthwhile
But I’ll try, again and again.

-Shaman Romney 2015

Posted 04/07/2015 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2015

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The Path (National Poetry Writing Month #7)   Leave a comment

The Path

I have no idea where I am going
I have no idea where to start
My mind leads a path to nowhere
Confusion is what leads my heart

They say that the path will show up
If you just try to see
You’ll find your way to happiness
You’ll find your thing to be

But what does one do
when they cant see the way?
Do I rot in desperation?
Do I wither away?

I don’t know where I’m going
But I have to try
Maybe when I reach the end,
I will know why.

Shaman Romney 2014

Posted 04/07/2014 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2014, Poetry

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