I pluck the musical notes out of the air
And hold them in front of me.Well that was stupid
Wasn’t it?The music sounded much better in my head.
Than sitting in a pile of notes on my bed.
Right next to a bag of Cheetos.
– Shaman Romney 2015
Archive for the ‘poetry’ Tag
Note Taking Leave a comment
Unfinished Ideas Leave a comment
I have all of these ideas.
They’re sitting in a notebook,
Waiting to be shared.Which wouldn’t be a problem,
Except I –
– Shaman Romney 2015
Staring Up At Giants 2 comments
I feel like I find myself
Staring up at giants,
Finding myself glad
They decided to wear pants.
– Shaman Romney 2015
Destruction Gumbo Leave a comment
I am the architect
Of my own destruction.
Because,
When you boil it down,
All that is left is this reduction
Of bad decisions,
Squandered opportunities
And misplaced bets.
Of victories never tasted,
A lifetime of regrets.Above it all is me,
Holding the spoon,
Stirring the pot.
This recipe tastes horrible,
But its the only one I’ve got.
So I keep trying to make it better
Mixing in more spices.
Alcohol, Cigarettes,
Self harm, and other vices.No matter what I try,
This awful taste
Just tastes the same.
This bitter acrid varnish
That is the flavor of my shame.
Maybe I should quit,
Throw the whole mess out.
Get rid of all these things
That seem to fill my heart with doubt.But no I think I like it,
This strange acquired taste.
Throwing all this out would be
Such a waste.
Sure, it tastes awful,
But at least its uniquely mine.
And at the end of the day
That makes it fine.
-Shaman Romney 2015
Brain Vomit Leave a comment
Unaltered, pure brain vomit hits the page.
Splatters all over the shades of white and blue.
Chunks of ideas mingled with passing turns of phraseNow I’m feeling like a janitor forced to clean up the mess.
But I’m out of sawdust, so i can’t get it all.
Whatever is left on the page I decide to call poetry.
This upchuck of ideas from the pit of my mind.
– Shaman Romney 2015
Destroying Myself Leave a comment
I want to destroy myself.
Take a sledge hammer to my foundation,
And bulldoze what remains.I do it for a clean workspace,
An empty canvas,
A fresh start.Maybe this time,
If I can manage it.
I’ll build something I’m actually proud of.If not,
I’ll just destroy myself,
And start again.
– Shaman Romney 2015
The End (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #30) Leave a comment
I am not even going to pretend
That I’m not a relieved to be at the end
Although, for poetry, i have a proclivity
This month has definitely taxed my creativity.
I truly feel like I’ve run out of words to say.
I almost couldn’t write a poem today.
And so with that, I bid you adieu
30 poems done, it feels good to be through.
– Shaman Romney 2015
Solitary Confinement (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #29) Leave a comment
Solitary Confinement
Four walls closed in on me
Unfair Chastisement
For a crime that wasn’t committed
Solitary Refinement
To make a functioning member of society.
Undeserved Assignment
Of a moral debt that needs to be remitted.
– Shaman Romney 2015
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
I’m Still Broken (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #27) Leave a comment
It doesn’t matter how much progress I make,
Or how many steps I continue to take.
I’m still broken.It doesn’t matter how much I try
Or how many times I ask myself why?
I’m still broken.It makes no difference what I do,
Doesn’t matter what work I put myself through
I’m still broken.I know that I’ll never be enough
I’m just a piece of glass. Jagged, rough,
And still broken.
– Shaman Romney 2015
Shame on The Universe 