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 Nov 2012 TR Saucier
Sprishya
Her love
Was like cheating death
An exciting achievement
A reminder
How beautiful life is
To live with no fear
On the edge
Like you've never lived before
Free!!

What are you worried about
She asks
Are you alive?
She disappears
Must have been a dream
The end.

Sprishya
 Nov 2012 TR Saucier
Sheeda
I like that you like dragons
and that you can cook
and bake
(cheesecake, especially)
I want to kiss you and hold your hand
and go sky diving with you
the day I turn 18
I want to show you all of my favorite places
and see all of yours
I want to sing for you
and play all the lovey-dovey songs
I know on my ukulele.
I like that your favorite number is mine divided by 7
and that me + you would equal two
I want to lie with you in a meadow
under the clouds and the sky
and point out all the silly shapes
like millions have done before us
then flip over and watch the grass grow
I want to introduce you to Almond Joy
You make me feel silly
and giddy
Like I've spun for way too long
and then suddenly stopped
while the world keeps rushing around in fits of color
You make by heart beat fast and pound at my ribs
You make me feel like how I haven't felt in a long while
You make me blush - and I don't usually blush
I smile every time I think of you.
I really, really like you.
A lot.
:]
meep~ this feeling is... great. I wonder if you'll see this o_O
 Nov 2012 TR Saucier
HEK
Here is a truth:

We may draw lines around a thing,
but they will never be more
than tricks of the eye.

The shapes of things are blurred
and shift too often
to properly map.

Relax.

Rules and nomenclature
ain't no fun, and
bean counting leads to  
indigestion.
Still a little silly. Oh well.
Motivated by the light
I sit in the darkness and plan my escape,
the lighter reminds me of the sun.
I drift off to a faraway land,
it is always sunny here.
captain kirk ate kittens. the azaleas
marched in the dark
and no moon wept snow.
it was that
dark.

all quiet rot, healing now...
we clay inside but dis-urn
we have no kiln. no kin.
we move
like a dreaming fetus
in the womb of all prisms.
like lightning on
a pin.

we have ever been  
the king's
vassal.

star chattel in the manger .

happy mad
hatters.
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