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I long for You —
I pant for You —

Desperately, I scream, internally,
Till my face is blue —

Here, there is no water,
Only rock, capturing no dew;
But devastatingly reminds me:
There is no home but You!
Poetry from the archives… I wish I knew how long ago I wrote this, in re-organising my poetry I found this oldie and wish I'd taken note of the date. Oh well…
The moon listens,
to the ocean's sigh,
both distant,
yet eternally destined.
and they'll continue to live this way.
the day I lose feeling
will not come softly.

it will arrive in a hush—
not a peaceful one,
but the kind that devours echoes
and drapes the bones in frost.

I will no longer know the sting
of sunburned sorrow,
nor the hush of a warm hand
brushing the tears off my cheek.

no more trembling
under a thunder-skied guilt,
no more gasping at poems
that bleed with someone else’s grief—
I will be blank.

a shell left in the wake of a tide,
where even the salt forgets
the memory of waves.

how cruel,
to be untouched by ache or awe.
to no longer cry
at the sight of spilled light
on cold pavement at dusk—
to not care
how a crow calls at dusk
with a voice like cracked obsidian.

when I can no longer feel,
do not call it numb.
call it death.
call it
gone.

and when you find my name
beneath dust
in a book no one reads anymore,
know that once,
I was fire.
and it took the whole night sky
to put me out.
The day I lose feeling will be the day I’m dead because I will no longer be able to feel anything.
Let's immerse ourselves in this moment here and now.
For we don't know when this time may be over.
Let's feel it all and let go of our doubt.
Life is too short and our thoughts too loud.

Sometimes it's worth it to dive deeply into
Whatever shows for you today,
Take all you can, this moment is unique to you,
The harder you think the farther it may be away.
Carpe Diem. 🙏
 May 25 Anais Vionet
rick
party
 May 25 Anais Vionet
rick
the
smell
of the
barbecue grill
taunts
my hunger pains
I walk on by
uninvited
with no place
to
go.
 May 25 Anais Vionet
lizie
you’re not mine anymore,
but sometimes i forget.
i still turn toward the sound
of your name like instinct,
like how birds are drawn north.

you were saturday mornings and saxophone solos,
the quiet buzz during swim meets,
the boy who held my words
like they were something sacred.

i still see your eyes
in coffee cups and the sun,
still hear your laugh
in the songs i swore
i’d stop listening to.

some loves don’t leave.
and missing you,
it’s a kind of music now.
not always loud.
just always playing.
She had these little cups
of coffee for eyes, and I
should have stayed up
all night.
Love is a drunk *****.
A lie from Saturn.
Venus, slither back in the
ocean where you belong.
Loneliness is a knife cutting
my ***** off.
Knowledge arrived with an
alarm clock from hell,
always the wrong *******
time. Slammed doors, words
of hatred.
What happens to the man that
inherits the wind?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rOGBCY2FM_c
Here is a link to my YouTube channel where I read from my recently published book, Sleep Always Calls, available on Amazon.com
 May 24 Anais Vionet
1DNA
Zero!
 May 24 Anais Vionet
1DNA
When I say nothing,
and you think of zero,
you’re partially wrong,
because it’s one of maths’ hero

Not all heroes,
have to be number one
In mathematics,
It’s all about the fun

Zero’s a kind number,
If you didn’t know.
Even if it’s added,
It lets you shine alone

But don’t make it angry,
As it may multiply.
It’ll remove your complete existence,
In the blink of an eye!

If you want its power,
It can’t guarantee you much.
But it can make you whole,
Stand straight and such.

Zeros got a major role
In defining limits,
Don’t underestimate this number,
It’s got endless potential in it!

Theres more to this number,
From what you might already know!
Now, is zero just a nothing?
That’s a big, fat no!
A quirky poem I wrote for the schools math e magazine!
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