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
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
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
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
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
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
Half minute haiku:
When you need a poem done,
And need it done now.
– Shaman Romney 2015
Some say spending all day with a game
Is a colossal waste of time, and is extremely lame.
But when you need to refresh you mind
A better alternative would be very hard to find.
– Shaman Romney 2015
The world is full of vitriolic hate
Spewing out onto our plate.
But there’s never enough to sate
The warmongering bloodlust,
The drive to turn all things to dust,
The will to watch the world combust.I don’t know the way to save the world.
How to stop the bombs from being hurled.
To stop the flags from being unfurled.
And so they march friend against friend.
Now everyone is broken; no one would bend.
And through their actions, comes the world’s end.
– Shaman Romney 2015
I just can’t take it anymore,
My heart feels like it’s going to burst.
I want to throw it against wall
And make these feelings disappear.These crazy-making emotions
That keep driving me out of my head
This emotional feedback has grown too strong.
I just want it to disappear.No it’s never meant to be
This insane love inside of me
It’s fingers try to pull apart
The last parts of my battered heart.Until the only thing that remains
Is memories of this love insane
I know that I cannot get through
My crazy, messed up love for you.This diseased infatuation
I don’t want it anymore than you
Crippling, misguided, suffocation.
If only it would disappear.This infliction sticks with me
Couldn’t drop it if I wanted to.
I don’t want this crazy to get on you.
Maybe I should disappear.No it’s never meant to be
This insane love inside of me
It’s fingers try to pull apart
The last parts of my battered heart.Until the only thing that remains
Is memories of this love insane
I know that I cannot get through
My crazy, messed up love for you.
– Shaman Romney 2015
Shame on The Universe 