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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.

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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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A Sonnet   Leave a comment

Today I wanted to write a sonnet
So I stood up then sat down in my chair.
But as I placed my butt down upon it,
I found the poem was no longer there.

I would not dare to start out without it
Unless I would like my effort wasted
The coward in me thinks I should just quit
But I cannot with the sonnet tasted

What do I write when my thoughts go astray?
When my ideas are derailed off the track?
Normally I have way too much to say
and struggle to take far too many back.

So when in doubt, I will write what I know
A sonnet’s sonnet is the way to go.

– Shaman Romney 2017

Posted 03/24/2017 by Shaman in Poetry

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Malpractice   Leave a comment

He told me to remove the colon
I didn’t realize he meant my resume

-Shaman Romney 2016

Posted 01/04/2017 by Shaman in Poetry

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Dead Man Walking   2 comments

I’m boring
I’m dull
I’m an anxious coward
An asshole, not a man
I’m a bundle of insecurities and fears
Wrapped up in day dreams and fantasies
Masquerading as a functioning adult
Who pretends he gives a damn if he wakes up tomorrow or not.

I’m holding on, barely anchored to the shore
But still I’m finding ways to sever what few lines keep me moored
Using knives fashioned from doubt to hack away
One at a time
Until I’m finally released from it all.

I’ve squandered the one thing I can’t get back
Spending all my time hiding in a room
Playing video games and jerking off
That’s not life, that’s just existing
Taking up space in this world until my ticket comes up
And someone else gets my spot.

I’m not a human being
I’m just a future has been
A forgotten memory
I’m not alive
I’m just a dead man walking

-Shaman Romney 2016

Posted 10/20/2016 by Shaman in Poetry

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