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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
I'm dreaming the day away
'Cause I've got nothing important to say to you
So we'll follow routine like we always do
I'll just follow you
Time ticks on to more of the same
There is nobody to blame but me
So I'll sit in my head like I always do
I'll just follow you
This world doesn't mean that much to me
I'd rather stay inside my hazy day dream
The day was bright and full of sun
I wish I could go out and have a little fun
That's not something that you want to do
I'll just follow you
There isn't much to do inside
But the confines of my mind are great for hiding me
So I'll hang out here like I always do
I'll just follow you
The world doesn't mean that much to me
I'd rather stay inside my hazy day dream
– SR Romney 2022
What if I could see my whole life
Laid like branches in front of me?
Would I be the type of person
Who prunes my leaves aggressively?
Or would I let them grow or die,
Whatever fits my destiny?
I guess that I will never know,
As now is all we're meant to see.
– Shaman Romney 2021
Much of life is spent in hiding;
Time is sand that runs through fingers.
Always smiling and abiding,
Much of life is spent in hiding.
So I write these words for guiding
And leave you with a thought that lingers:
Much of life is spent in hiding;
Time is sand that runs through fingers.
– SR Romney 2020
The president shouldn’t be our king,
He’s a civil servant
But we’re obsessed with making them into
Something they can’t be.
Not just better than you and me
But perfect, a godling.
They have to be the man or woman of our dreams
Beams of light coming down
Angelic choruses sing
Trumpets thundering
Leaving us all wondering
Blinding us with amazement
A panacea embodiment
But whether a cad or a grand crusader
A grand persuader, or a humble worker
They can reach for greatness, but never perfection
And we shouldn’t expect them to.
– Shaman Romney 2019
There are things that forever stain a man.
Things so potent and dark
They remain on one’s hands;
Clinging, wash after wash.
Many things come to mind,
But none so nefarious and indelible
As pomegranate juice.
– Shaman Romney 2018
Utah weather; There is nothing better
Than wearing shorts in snow
Or bringing sunscreen and an umbrella
Wherever you may go
Always be prepared, just like a boy scout
Because you never know
If you are going to melt with heat stroke
Or if winter will show.
– Shaman Romney 2017
The ground was cold, wet with blood
The impact, hard and sudden
The wind rushed passed his eyes
The glass twinkled in the sunlight
The window gave way with a final jerk
He continued to hit it with desperation
His hands were slick with his blood
The glass shattered and wounded him.
He punched at it furiously, hurriedly
He dashed for the room, for the light
Running in his abject terror
He spotted safety in the other room
Desperately, he searched in darkness
He had to get away from that thing
He heard the claws scrapping the floor
The monster began its gibbering
The undulating mass stared at him with hunger
His eyes adjusted to the darkness
He heard the other-worldly voice garble
“Run, and you will die tired.”
-Shaman Romney 2016
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
Once again, giving up
The enternal loser chimes in.
Why are you even trying?
You’re never going to win.
I give up again.
I gave up again.
Falling down, covered up
the same puddle of shame
My pessimist just laughs at this
You’ll always be the same
I give up again.
I gave up again.
I guess I have to realize
Im staring a losers eyes.
The pessimist stares back me
Shows the world as grey, unclean.
My winning streak has gone away
The optimist won’t come today.
This pathetic loser is out of luck.
It time that I tried
Giving up.
Shaman Romney 2014
Shame on The Universe 