Chris G. Vaillancourt Poems

There was time when thoughts of rivers in full stream
Meant the entire world to me. I fell into the magic sight

Of waters running free. To me the liquid did seem
...

The soldier cleaned his gun in anticipation
for the battle he would be fighting. His mind

was focused on his job. His heart was centred
...

Cigarette butts on the ground.
Someone has been smoking here.
Tribes of neighbours chuckling in disharmony,
aware only of conformity.
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This morning I forgot how to love.
Parading my anger silently through the
embattled house.
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I give you no title.
Why must one be given?
If so, let it be None
for that alone remains.
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If we are truly at the ending,
then
there is only this:
vague emotions broiling, waiting for
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I want the conversations
We'll never have.
The urged words drip
Off my tongue
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Even though it is early in the morning
and I
want to punch holes in the walls
still,
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She stood like a statue.
Perfect skin layered on a perfect body.
A playboy model.
She makes men turn their heads to look at her.
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Every place I run is chaos.
Disaster fondled with disasters.
Situation mingled with situations.
A million different ways of living in tension.
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