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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
Spaced out, between thoughts
Something important to do
Almost forgotten.
– Shaman Romney
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
Life is a struggle
Full of hardship, full of pain.
With strength gained through hope
– Shaman Romney 2015
When you say party,
Most think of beer and music,
I think D and D.
– Shaman Romney 2015
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
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
I miss you so much.
It feels like eternity
But only a day.
– Shaman Romney 2015
Knowledge, Knowledge, Everywhere
But no one stops to think.
They’re busy playing on Facebook,
Or having too much to drink.
Knowledge, Knowledge, everywhere
But no one seems to care.
They’re too busy shoving their heads
Up their collective derriere.
Knowledge, Knowledge everywhere
So what’s a man to do?
The world would be a better place,
If more believed in what is true.
Knowledge, Knowledge, everywhere
I’ll teach them how to yearn
For discovery, exploration
and all the cool things to learn.
-Shaman Romney 2015
Today I’m lacking inspiration.
I had plenty perspiration,
But couldn’t spark my imagination
And so I’m left with just frustration
I can’t seem to get inspired
I had work in which I was mired
Which I did in order to not get fired.
But it has left me feeling tired.
So as I write the final line
of wayward thoughts I thought to combine
Remember I’m keeping this promise of mine:
The day is not over, I got this is done, so I’m fine.
– Shaman Romney 2015
Shame on The Universe 