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When Friendship Ends   Leave a comment

I just did a Facebook purge. I went through my list, and really thought hard about who I actually cared about, and who cared about me. It brought back memories. Of times where these people made me smile. Times where they comforted me. Times where we laughed, times where we talked; meals, movies, and parties.

But I don’t do that anymore. Not with them. I didn’t think it’d make me sad. Many of them were strangers to me now. I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t even notice me if I passed them on the street. Some of them I didn’t talk to any more for a reason. A bad break up, or a mutual connection severed our connection. Some were withered connections; people that I always meant to check up on. But I couldn’t find the time to do that between video games and stuffing my face.

My birthday was last month. I only had 3 friends show up. They are really close friends who I love very dearly, and I truly enjoyed the company. But it made me realize how isolated I am. My friend was putting the dinner together, and she tried to contact people. But there wasn’t anyone to reach out to. The few she tried either didn’t care, or were those withered connections, angry at how I never talked to them.

Friendships are plants. Some are cacti, only needing  little bit of water to grow. Others are crops, needing tons of work to foster a bountiful harvest. All are beautiful. All need nourishment. Other wise, they dry up, and turn to dust. If you neglect the garden too long, you are left with a pile of dirt and nothing to show for it.

I understand life is a journey, and people will drop in and out of that journey. Just like love, you either grow apart or one of you dies. I shouldn’t be surprised. When I think rationally, I know they weren’t friends anymore. They were bittersweet memories I would view as I scroll through Facebook. They were just ghosts of my garden. Now that they are clear, maybe I can get to adding new plants.

But not today. I don’t feel particularly optimistic. So I’ll sit in the dark, and mourn over the husks.

– Shaman

P.S: I know things have been sparse lately, I’ve been going back to school and it eats up my time. But I have been writing a lot in my classes, and hope to share it when I have the time.

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Posted 07/06/2017 by Shaman in Personal Thoughts

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I Could Never Love You   Leave a comment

​I could never love you.
It’s not because I don’t love you;
It’s just that I can never love you
The way you’d love me to.

– Shaman Romney 2017

Posted 07/05/2017 by Shaman in Poetry

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Untitled #3   Leave a comment

I think I’m funny
But I know that I’m not that funny
At the best I’m kind of punny
But mostly I’m punishing the people
Around me who have to hear another attempt
At me trying to tempt them to like me
For more than just the jokes that I say.
I’m keep on praying that my prey
Won’t run away from the mask of a clown
I wear when I try to make new friends.
I can’t show them the lone kid crying in his room.

Performing illusions for the illusions
He made up to make himself feel wanted.
All I’ve wanted was to make others happy.
I want to make others smile.
To make them forget all their problems for a little while.
But its not my style to be entertaining.
So I end up complaining to the echos
Alone in my room.
Alone with my thoughts,
Alone in my tomb.

Posted 06/21/2017 by Shaman in Poetry

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Funny Guy   Leave a comment

I think I’m a funny guy
With tears dropping into my salt free chips
Lazing around while chugging energy drinks and blasting speed metal
Speaking my mind and saying so little
Taking the rooftop exit instead of the stairs
Trying to take serious
How absurd the world is
It’s funny I think
I’m funny

– Shaman Romney 2017

Posted 05/20/2017 by Shaman in Poetry

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Small Talk   Leave a comment

I brought it up
‘Cause it bothers me too
I didn’t mean
To bother you
So I’ll shut up
Like I usually do
And talk about the weather.

– Shaman Romney 2017

Posted 05/18/2017 by Shaman in Poetry

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My Poetry   Leave a comment

​My poetry
Is me knowing me
Or me blowing me
I haven’t decided yet

– Shaman Romney 2017

Posted 05/10/2017 by Shaman in Poetry

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Dropoff (National Poetry Writing Month 2017 #30)   Leave a comment

There isn’t much to say
We’ve known each other for 8 years
But don’t have much in common
Except for one important thing
Since she is busy watching My Little Pony
I’ll just say goodbye and go.

– Shaman Romney 2017

Posted 04/30/2017 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2017

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