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  Feb 2015 Rhianecdote
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Stuck at this game,
In what seemed like forever.
Stuck at a stage where...
Experience points don't matter.

A game set in an expansive universe,
Rife with problems that arise to haunt.
You can't pass and can't concede defeat.
Troubles' only function is to mock and taunt.

I've chafed my thumbs raw...
Manipulating the knobs on my controller.
My mind is a mess...
In search of a happily ever after.

Puzzled by puzzles,
There are no cheat codes...
Can't blast my way through,
There are no god modes...

Neither are there any hints,
Nor is there a walkthrough...
I'm just running in perpetual circles,
In this game of me and you.
Rhianecdote Feb 2015
And I'm left wondering
when did the term "reality"
come to mean a bad thing?

The minute my
imagination
got traded in...
Real talk. Need to regain that child like enthusiasm somehow
Rhianecdote Feb 2015
Using your past to justify your present
Is the wrong way to go

Use your present to justify a future
and make it a good one bro.
Rhianecdote Feb 2015
I can go it alone you see.
I'm a lone wolf breed
From a caring and sharing creed
But I'm not yours and you're not mine
Cause ownership and possession is greed
Insecurity it feeds.
Don't wanna be dependent on
Just wanna rest in the knowing
I can depend upon
You and you upon me
Cause that's when you and I
Are strongest you see.
Separate entities choosing to support
The structure of "WE"
I think this is where a lot of us go wrong in our relationships. I believe and hope for myself any way that it will be based on Two Individuals choosing to be together out of love not feeling unable to be without eachother out of fear.
Rhianecdote Feb 2015
No more to give.

                         Not much more I can take.

           So where does that leave me?

                 **Stock piling whatever
                      I have left in this
                  inventory of memory.
Rhianecdote Feb 2015
A friend once said to me
That rejection is a time for reflection
And I tend to agree
So tell me
As I stare into the face of rejection
Why is it that I see my own reflection?
Am I cursed to take this personally?
Rhianecdote Feb 2015
The Deed may be Past

                                The Lesson for the Future

                  But the Hurt is Present



              *That's why they call it Tense.
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