Excuse me, pardon,
I saw your garden;
How do you make it grow?
It has grown so high,
And I must know why!
How did you make it so?
Is it the soil,
Hard work and toil?
Please, I really must know.
I want some advice
To make mine as nice;
Have some tips to bestow?
It is my duty
To bring forth beauty
And give the world a show!
So if you'll pardon,
I love your garden!
How do you make it grow?
– SR Romney 2023
You're sitting right across from me
With one ear in the air
You don't hear anything I say
And you don't even care
Too busy with that little voice
To even be aware
I know my words have hit a wall
And I can only stare
I could tell you that I'm upset
I don't think you would care
You only care about that voice
My words hit empty air
When it's speech is finally done
That's when you come aware
Left alone in an empty room
'Cause I'm no longer there.
– SR Romney 2023
I fear I'm a slave to medication
Without pills, I don't really feel like me
I lack any drive or dedication
To help me live life, to help me break free.
Is it slavery to want to be more
Than a slob staying locked up in my room?
Are these pills key to opening the door
Helping me escape my self-imposed doom?
Do these drugs make a farce of who I am?
Or do they let me show you what is real?
Do they finally let me give a damn?
Or are the drugs here to help me conceal?
For now, I still take them, knowing it's best.
I'm better unsure than being depressed.
– SR Romney 2023
Time in moving,
Step by step,
Will reach our
Destination.
Our reach will,
Step by step,
Move in time.
– SR Romney 2023
The lights you see
I built them for me
To guide me wherever I go
If far from home
I'm never alone
As long as I see them glow
Wherever I tread
Or rest my head
Inside, I'll always know
I'll be alright
Cause I see l the light
I built so long ago.
– SR Romney 2023
Dysphoria Tastes like vegetables I don't like. Feels like an itch I cannot scratch. Sounds like an untuned guitar chord. Looks like a smudge on my glasses that wont come off. Smells like leftovers you forgot in the fridge for months. Acceptance Tastes like pure, clean spring water. Feels like a relaxing soak in a hot bath. Sounds the opening riff to my favorite song. Looks like a stained glass cathedral at sunset. Smells like warm, freshly done laundry.
– SR Romney 2023
Life is a journey of destinations
Pit stops we take as we go down the road.
Dazzling delights and grueling frustrations
Movement and rest as we carry the load.
You may take a wrong turn or think you're mistaken.
At least, that's what I've heard most people say.
But I like to think each step you've taken
Is a new destination in its own way.
– SR Romney 2023
The thought hits my head like a battering ram.
The walls shake and rattle with the blow.
Again and again, I feel the idea slam,
Carried by my demons from below.
I throw my liquor cabinet in the way
As I hear the thoughts clamour and shout.
The bottle won't do much to keep them at bay;
I'm searching for another way out.
The medicine cabinet won't do the job,
Though it might dull the fear for a bit.
The crashing gets louder; I hear my self sob.
There is no where to run, this is it.
I check my defenses, meager as they are.
I find a slick, bloody kitchen knife.
I see a clear route, but dare I go that far?
All these thoughts are here to claim my life.
The world falls away with a resounding crash
As my brain hangs on fight versus flee.
My final decision, a decisive slash;
I sever the thoughts and become free.
– SR Romney 2023
In my mind, I see
Memories of another life,
A life I chose not to live.
With flashes of smiles and heartaches,
Of love and of loss.
Memories that aren't mine,
but could have been,
If I didn't live my own.
I wonder, am I also
Thinking about myself
In that life I chose not to live?
– SR Romney 2023
Boba tea,
Just sitting in my glass
And waiting patiently,
And I don't have to ask
You to be there for me.
It's not so lonely here
Drinking my Boba tea.
My Boba tea.
Boba tea,
You'll always be my friend;
You listen dutifully
To all my problems and
You are so sweet to me
While I sit here at home
Drinking my Boba tea.
My Boba tea.
Boba tea,
I saw him in my dreams last night;
I hoped that he
Would be here when I woke.
But it's not meant to be
I guess I'll be alone
Here with my Boba tea.
My boba tea.
Boba tea,
Let's keep these conversations
between you and me.
You always keep my secrets;
You're so trustworthy
When I'm sharing my soul
With you, my Boba tea.
My Boba tea.
– SR Romney 2023
Shame on The Universe 