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Predilection (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #14)   Leave a comment

I’m lost in a world full of direction.
Exposed, out in the cold, without protection.
Cursed to be alone by predilection
For wanting to keep away from all rejection.

So once again I sit in introspection.
Every thought I have; a grim dissection.
All my flaws and fears, my imperfection
Slowly twist my mind with its infection.

A small part of me starts an insurrection
Against these toxic thoughts of disaffection.
Grows louder as it voices it’s objection
And coaxes me into a resurrection.

In this world, I’m trying to find direction.
I may be cold, but I’ll be my own protection.
I’m hoping i will find a good selection.
Of things truly worthy of predilection.

– Shaman Romney 2015

Posted 04/14/2015 by Shay in National Poetry Writing Month 2015

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Box of Chocolates (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #13)   Leave a comment

Life is like a box of chocolates;
You typically have
Your favorite flavors.
Most of them
Taste like crap.

-Shaman Romney 2015

Posted 04/13/2015 by Shay in National Poetry Writing Month 2015

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I’m Ok (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #12)   Leave a comment

I woke up feeling suicidal today.
No really, its fine. I just let the thoughts play.
They came into my mind like a long lost friend,
Except the games they wanted to play were my end.

Flying through images like a Dr. Seuss limerick
Painting a picture that would make people sick.
Drowning in a bathtub, getting hit by a train,
Taking an icepick to my brain.

Movies of senseless violence and gore
Until the thoughts couldn’t be thought anymore.
Then they got up and said their farewell.
And then I moved on. Wait, oh hell-

Seriously, I’m fine. So please stop crying.
I’m not going to do it, I’m just thinking of dying.
No it’s like a hobby, something to pass the time.
Like crochet or video games; a victimless crime.

Yes, I know I’d be the victim; I’m not going to do it.
It’s too much work to actually go through with it.
Where am I going to find a good rope these days.
Security guards block access to upper walkways.

Ok, I know you don’t get it; I know its surreal.
But thoughts aren’t reality. Just ethereal.
I just view life a little more morbidly.
Most people just view it more happily.

But they are just thoughts, so what’s the problem?
No one is hurt if I don’t act upon them.

Ok. OK! I’ll go see the doc!
I get offered meds. I’ll sit down and talk.
If it makes you feel better, I’ll even go today.
But really, I’m seriously, totally ok.

– Shaman Romney 2015

Posted 04/12/2015 by Shay in National Poetry Writing Month 2015

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Spaced (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #11)   Leave a comment

Spaced out, between thoughts
Something important to do
Almost forgotten.

– Shaman Romney

Posted 04/11/2015 by Shay in National Poetry Writing Month 2015

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Music (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #10)   Leave a comment

Music is my method of maintenance.
The sounds soothing my sanity to stillness.
Emotions equalized,
Anxieties acquiescing,
Crises brought under control,
And depression being defeated.
All through the timbers and tones
Of music.

– Shaman Romney 2015

Posted 04/10/2015 by Shay in National Poetry Writing Month 2015

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Life (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #9)   Leave a comment

Life is a struggle
Full of hardship, full of pain.
With strength gained through hope

– Shaman Romney 2015

Posted 04/09/2015 by Shay in National Poetry Writing Month 2015

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Party (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #8)   Leave a comment

When you say party,
Most think of beer and music,
I think D and D.

– Shaman Romney 2015

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 Shay in National Poetry Writing Month 2015

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Silver Thoughts (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #6)   Leave a comment

Silver thoughts serpentine
Through my mind like plasticine.
Trying to mold this fever dream
Into something I think I’ve seen

I can’t seem to make it real.
This dream existence that I feel.
Between my hands, solid as a beam.
This idea that is as true as steel.

They whirl around, instead, like air.
Fool me with pretending they were there.
But it’s only a trick to seem
Like something that should make me care.

Like they are something worthwhile.
Something that would be worth the trial
To work upon; to make it them gleam.
To finally look upon and smile.

But, alas, the thoughts keep prancing.
Never stopping, never chancing
To ever be more than a dream.
So they remain, forever dancing.

– Shaman Romney 2015

Posted 04/06/2015 by Shay in National Poetry Writing Month 2015

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Missing You (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #5)   Leave a comment

I miss you so much.
It feels like eternity
But only a day.

– Shaman Romney 2015

Posted 04/05/2015 by Shay in National Poetry Writing Month 2015

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