Hostage
Sometimes,
My body hurts
So intensely
That any stress
Makes me feel like
I’m being pulled apart…
Please forgive
My inability
To express
How I feel
In my heart…
The longing
Is still there,
Even when
The words are not.
I may be quiet,
But you’re still
On my mind,
In my heart…
I never forgot.
Forgetting Mechanism
I think maybe my mind is broken.
I see everyone letting go, forgetting,
And I can’t help but wonder,
Why I always remember…
I can’t forget when I want to.
I can block thoughts or feelings,
But they always return…
Is there a specific mechanism
For forgetting?
Because, I think, mine is broken.
~Antanya
I always remember, because I never forget.
When the Longing Meets the Dream
The ache
In my body
Never matches
The ache
In my heart-
The dream
In my head
Never matches
The dream
In my soul-
When the longing
Meets the dream
Like You and I
We’ll stay,
We’ll be whole.
It comforts me
When your heart
Whispers to my soul,
When your spirit
Kisses my heart
I know there will be
A timeline where
We are one,
No longer apart.
Dreaming Again
I had strange dreams last night,
And I woke with a dangerous hope,
Though I had not dreamed of you,
I had dreamed again, and that-
That made me smile,
For, if I am dreaming again-
I’m bound to find you,
I hope you are reaching, too.
~Antanya
Anything
Drifting-
It seems we are always drifting…
Towards each other,
Away from others,
Then away from each other again…
Do you know what I would give
For you to hold firmly,
For a chance to rest
Against your chest?
Anything. I would give everything
To be the one you love best.
~Antanya
Quandary of Words and Meaning
I miss your laugh,
I wish I could see your smile…
Yeah, I know how it is,
It’s been a long while…
If I could talk to you,
I don’t know what I’d say,
Except-
I miss you,
I love you,
I think of you each day…
It’s more than that, though…
Words won’t assemble into
The right phrases, or sentences,
Or paragraphs, or essays
To express this urgent need,
Quite the quandary, indeed…
~Antanya
In the Worst Way
I’ve always had some
Kind of awkward loneliness
About me-
People smile and hug me,
But seldom do they truly touch
My core, my soul.
Why is it that the ones who do
Are never comfortable
With staying so close?
Don’t you see-
How your presence comforts me?
But, then you are pulling away,
And I’m alone,
Lonely, in the worst way.
While you run away,
Off to your life-
Forever on the edge of mine.
~Antanya
Determination
Spiritual spark-
To start the ignition
Perpetual dark-
To steel this condition
I feel the energy-
Flowing in my blood
I sense the synergy-
Rushing with the flood
Yearning to shout-
Searching around
Burning the doubt-
Scorching the ground
You still light the fire within-
I still fight, still won’t give in…
~Antanya
Insignificant
When the ache
Becomes physical-
My chest stings and burns,
My heart sings and yearns…
The hot tears feel strange to me,
The yearning slaughters the anxiety.
The only fear I can feel
Are voices screaming you’re not real…
I don’t even know
If you want me to stay,
I still love you,
Still think of you anyway…
I wish I could tell you,
But-
I don’t know what to say,
Or if it would make a difference, anyway…
~Antanya
…You can’t stop the pain
You won’t say the words…
Namaste!
Indeed!
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“The biggest compliment is when someone tells me my soul is beautiful”
Convergence
We keep circling,
Like Vultures,
Ravens,
Dragons…
We never swoop too near,
Like intimacy is our greatest fear…
What would happen
If we touched?
If our feathers softly brushed,
Like the softness of a lover’s touch…
If our talons intertwined,
Like hands locked with passion…
If our scales collided,
Like energetic bodies or stars…
Would we be satisfied?
I think I would find another way
To explore you, past what you say…
I wonder how deep you would dive
To practice the love, to keep us alive…
I need your heart impossibly near,
Our bond can eradicate the fear…
If we let ourselves love and feel,
I know we can find a way to heal,
But, we need to believe WE are real…
~Antanya
Love in Ten Lines (Challenge)
Insane, or in Love?
Love grasps the answer.
Heart knows to Love,
In Love we shine,
Love wills to survive.
Passionate Love reaching out,
Finding Love is eternal.
Love’s Pure fortitude cries,
To Love you absolutely…
Eternally acquainted with Love.
~Antanya
I was nominated for this challenge by Patience at Love Letters to a Ghost. She’s an amazingly talented writer, check out her blog! You won’t be disappointed.
Here’s the rules:
1) Write about love using only 10 lines.
2) Use “love” in every line.
3) Each line can only be 4 words long.
4) Nominate 10 or so others who are up for the challenge.
5) Let them know about the challenge.
6) Title the post, Love in Ten Lines
7) Include a quote about love
Nominations:
I hope linking to your blogs is enough notice, I’d love to see what you all come up with! 🙂
- Lisa: https://undergroundenergy.wordpress.com/
- Johnny: https://johnnyojanpera.wordpress.com/
- Americana: https://americanainjustica.wordpress.com/
- 1EarthUnited: https://1earthunite.wordpress.com/
- Anguished Repose: http://anguishedrepose.com/
- Busy Mind Thinking: http://busymindthinking.com/
- Clearly Confused: https://bailingjo.wordpress.com/
- Bliss: https://blissfullbliss.wordpress.com/
- JStewart: https://jstewart413.wordpress.com/
- The Migraine Chronicles: https://bruisedbelly.wordpress.com/
Breathing Melodies
This is so beautifully passionate! ❤
Play a song for me.
Finger the strings
as if they were my body
and play me
like you mean it.
Let me taste your music
in the full of my mouth
and breathe melodies
into my skin.
Pretend I am
who you need
and flay me,
tear into me,
and stir up a flash flood
of urgency.
You are the passion
in the poetry
and I can be the sizzle
in your strings.
Play a song for me
and watch me
bury my hands
in your notes.
Conundrum
I keep trying
To live in the present,
To be satisfied
With what I hold-
I’m still dying
To be more than content,
To feel gratified,
To not feel cold-
But the simple truth is…
I can’t tell my heart no,
…And since I know this,
I can’t let go…
Why would I want to?
My most beautiful dreams
Have always been of you…
~Antanya
Spiraling
I never can tell
Where the words go
Or why they fail
To take my longing with them…
It’s cruel, really
To be left with
A want-
A need
So strong
That wraps me in knots-
That cannot be expressed
In any form available to me…
When words are not adequate,
I can only hope
That you know…
I can only dream
Of our hearts touching,
Of our souls spiraling
Through the silence-
Writing our own Symphony.
~Antanya
Through the Fog poetry 