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still a little bitter

jerry, my unknown old friend, you make me feel so old after all these years. glances years back and forthe. looking into your eyes again, it's like shaking hands with that 15 year old kid who's so bitter, angry and confused. i wonder have you yet reconciled with your sadness and rage? after all these years one would have hoped as much. but tell you the truth you shard of my endless rebelious past tell you the truth, jerry i have not. sometimes i think i've never changed an ounce. and somehow i understand so much more than i did 16 years ago. but still, and i think i never will quite get what the hell ha

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of rivers

don't you think we could have woven the starlight in our fingers? fireflies bowed for us, as we skipped along the edge of sunrise falling into rivers without sound a snapshot romance, we were a glimpse the holiest of hints--chaste kisses in the brighter hours of morning. i think we devoured the veins of leaves and tasted the cold clean catch scented ice on each other's breath i think our laughter was like moonlight shattered in the currents

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still a little bitter by RUNNrabbitRUNN, literature

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still a little bitter

lay your head down child by RUNNrabbitRUNN, literature

and god i by RUNNrabbitRUNN, literature

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and god i

while the arms itch and the eyes wild and the ears beg and the mouth dry and the nervous movement and the faltering step and the clenched fists and the hunching shoulders and the curvature of the spine here certain the surrounding insects the trembling bees surrounding this singular hornet i am certain they are coming to get me their eyes all alien and aggressive mouths agape and seething with froth and false mirth small combustible atom bombs held within fragile glass my eyes tremor and twitch and god i laugh because i cannot defend myself and god i am aware that i laugh because i cannot define myself and god i am hyste

rules and regulations by RUNNrabbitRUNN, literature

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rules and regulations

rules i must abide by to survive: 1.) i must keep my mouth shut. especially about myself. especially to family, bosses, and friends. 2.) i must not eat anymore. coffee and cigarettes are good enough. 3.) my feelings are wrong. i must shove them down, just swallow them down and forget about them, not let them surface. 4.) work is good. i must work to pay for my oppulent lifestyle of hiding from family and friends, to pay for shelter, cigarettes, coffee, cat food. i should work more. i should work all the time. as soon as i can break thru this exhaustion and constant emotional bullshit, i will work all day every day. i will become machine.

observant 2 by RUNNrabbitRUNN, literature

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observant 2

driving into the summer heat night dead moon stagnant air din beneath gruman's tired dragon eyes they pace the Walk elvis and charlie chaplin spiderman, superman, batman cher, bill clinton, octomom texans, new yorkers, germans slackjaws and opulence-wide oculars those the vacant-flash-vacant facades made up differently to look the same all of this incessant movement so meandering and lost wonder if they appear as ants twenty thousand feet up

observant 1 by RUNNrabbitRUNN, literature

parental approval by RUNNrabbitRUNN, literature

sliver regretes by RUNNrabbitRUNN, literature

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sliver regretes

good morning; the smell of effervescent airs greet me like a stone wall, whispering a breath of moments long lost, the sorrow that i cannot seem remember... don't waste your time on me i woke up one morning to find that this bench i knew was gone. no longer beneath the young eucalyptus tree in my other grandparents backyard, where grandad tried to tell me things every grandchild should know. for years i did not realize it was his way of saying goodbye to me. what fickle heart the child never sees the gravity of situations... don't waste your time on me many years gone now i've tried and tried to remember what he said,

sorry, i'm trying to write by RUNNrabbitRUNN, literature

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sorry, i'm trying to write

locked the door shut off the phone gone ghost online duct-taped the headphones to my head lashed myself to the chair caffiene on an iv drip ashtray full of Win parents are worried say i act like i'm on drugs husband is lonesome say i haven't been to bed forever cat is pissed say i haven't fed him ever friends are gone say i never call back anymore music's on repeat say i haven't eaten in days is the sun even up say i don't remember last i left the house i think i slept a few minutes last year say i only blinked sorry, i can't be me right now i'm trying to write

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