In the beginning it was fine
When I played it the first few times
I* grew old and weary
Losing a bit of me
Lending this game most of my precious time
Not knowing this will lead to my...
Envy-because my highscore is 8
Vengeance- because the pain is too much  
Enragement- because my highscore is 8
Rotteness-because I've been playing all day
Probably I will stop,
Letting go is a choice,
Allowing this game to control me should be no more
Yes! I should never play again but...
I need to try it once more
Travelling the pipes of legend
Again and again I *fail
Gone is all my efforts
Atrocious this game is
I conclude
No...

There's not much
You can really
Do about it.
        It's
Something
       You eventually
Let go.

And when you
       Do.
All the
   Little
    Moments.
Really don't
     Seem
That
        Small.

I hate you for:
making me cry
making me cry 6 months later
making me cry with 2 words
making me smile with 2 words
making my world infinitely better with a hello

I hate you for:
saying that our whole relationship was based on ***
using me for ***
putting me in a place where I would let you use me for ***

I hate you for:
making me hate where I am
making me desperate for attention
making me do things I told myself I would never do
making me unhealthy
making me lose a part of myself
making me dependant on you
making me hate myself

I hate you for:
being so calm
being like stone
being like a drug
being on the peripherals of my mind, always
not being effected by this at all

I hate you for:
hating me
judging me
lying to me
calling me depressed

I hate you for:
treating me like a child
treating me like I'm fragile
treating me like a princess

I hate you for:
not leaving my head
not leaving me alone
not letting me breathe
not letting me get over you

I hate you for:
being perfect
being amazing
being exactly what I needed

I hate you for:
hating me

You cannot tell a word to its meaning
until it is felt in to the brain,
and turned into sound.
Only to make it more worse we
say things we should hear,
instead. Like "thank you"s
and "sorry"s

The oceans are, if not, the wails
in words of the earth alone.
Perhaps explosions of asteroids in far space
are just wails of the universe.
Wails, sobs and cries
Are words only to describe
But the question stands
and might be unanswered
are words hollow or
are they weighted?

oh,
busy life events,
that blow in and fill a tent,

of canvas,
with more wishes, than ways to entertain them.
my dusty wind blown whimsical wishes,

trampled by the heavier, well, Others
wishes, that bury mine,
they bring their own dirt,

to bury mine, doesn't hurt to put up a sign, painted "Here lies the dreams of..."
too bad mine, they wished to be
cremated, if theynever saw the light of day, nor came to fruition,

chased about place, but not caught or captured, but tumbled
around in the hay, the scarecrow way,
just kick the oil lamp over, or "the light unto my path" over,

and let the flames lick the pain of loss away.




©DWE012014

I used to spend time
Worrying about
How other people
Looked at me.
              Until I asked myself;
      Is there
      Anyone
      I really
      Need to
      Impress?