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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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