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Sleep begs my surrender

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You occupy my dreams;

is that a good omen,

or a warning sign?

 

Sleep begs my surrender,

but the words come first,

the words are always first.

 

Could tomorrow be important,

or will it be another day on the calendar,

where nothing of consequence happens?

 

I feel the warm, fuzzy happiness,

or not truly caring either way,

as I drift off in between these lines.

So much baggage

/ andyveilleux / 7 Comments

So much baggage:

Why do you still talk to HER?

Who are you sleeping with?

Why did you write on HER wall?

Who have you been dating?

Do you still talk to your exes?

Who is the last person you slept with?

Why did you friend your ex again?

Are you just going for coffee?

Which friend are you hanging out with?

What are you going to DO?

 

So many questions,

such a waste of breath,

stop worrying about things,

that don't really matter;

live happier.

Sudbury: An unfinished poem, for an unfinished city

/ andyveilleux / 2 Comments

 

 
The cold, frigid tempratures,
mix with the black, tailings-stained rocks,
which seperate the occasional sprinkling of vegetation,
to create the hard rock landscape we call home,
and the people are spread out just like the trees.
 
Who'd want to stay in a place like that?
I would, and apparently so would a lot of people.
 
Sudbury's not all bad,
and it's getting better,
There are a lot of people here,
who are trying, 
and are succeeding, 
at making a difference.
 
Trust me,
I can feel the pulse of the city,
and it's getting stronger.
 
The city needs a shake-up,
it needs new blood,
but what city doesn't?
 
There's so much potential here,
so much talent.
 
The city needs to listen,
and then accept the new generations,
who are feeling alienated,
and leaving en masse.
 
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