Never Wrong
Waiting in the silence,
For your touch on my soul…
Please, let me feel
Your chaotic love
That makes me whole.
My nerves ache and long
For the rhythm of your heart,
For the art of your song…
Please, don’t leave
Without taking me along.
My heart knows,
True love is never wrong.
~Antanya
Seers and Doers
To be a seer
Is a burden,
In a world of doers…
They turn from
My knowing smile
With awkward, averted eyes
And nervous, fretful laughs…
Why is it so strange
To recognize souls,
To see universes in eyes?
Why does it make you uncomfortable
That I hear more than you say,
And see more than you do?
Are you worried you won’t be good enough
When you can’t hide behind what you say is true?
Don’t you want someone to know the real you?
I know, I do…
~Antanya
Opposites ~ by Antanya St. John
I wrote this guest post for Johnny Ojanpera, he picked the photo. Check out his blog! He’s a great writer, I really enjoy his work. 🙂
Heaven
I want to look in your eyes
And see your soul…
To intertwine hands,
Never letting go…
I want to find you,
To see the love inside…
To have your gaze
On only me,
For you to be
The only one I see…
That would be Heaven to me.
~Antanya
Awake or Asleep
My early mornings
Are laced with dreams-
Tender, teasing touches,
Passionate kisses,
Whispers and growls,
Bodies and breath,
Writhing in rhythmic cycles…
Your touch goes soul-deep
Whether I’m awake or asleep.
My most treasured fantasies,
My deepest desires,
Are yours to keep…
I don’t need to understand-
My longing soul is caressed
By your strong, soothing hands.
~Antanya
Peace, Please…
Show me your thoughts,
The words that hide
In the silence behind
Those fortress eyes…
If you let them drift,
I will, too…
Anything to have that
Peace with you.
~Antanya
-This is the fifth, and final day in the “Five Photos, Five Stories” challenge. It’s been fun. 🙂
Gold Flame
Beauty of Summer
Mother Nature herself sighs-
Sunsets in gold flame.
~Antanya
-Day four of the “Five Photos, Five Stories” challenge.
This is my “Gold Flame” honeysuckle. 🙂
Sweet Honey
The day always seems longer
When I am thinking of you,
The passion and hunger
Keep bleeding through
No matter what I do…
I need some release,
A way to be free,
To enjoy something for me…
I need something sweet
To melt in this heat…
Mmmm-
How about some raw honey
In a cup of green tea?
Would you like to
Enjoy it with me?
~Antanya
😉
-Day three of the “Five Photos, Five Stories” challenge.
Blushing Rose
Do you see me,
Blushing for only you…
Trying so hard,
I know you notice.
I want you to know me,
To stop and smell me…
Breathe me in.
I know I have thorns,
But I am conscious of them.
Pay me some attention,
I promise I’ll try
Not to dig in
Too hard,
If I leave marks,
Please consider
Them souvenirs…
~Antanya
-Day two of the “Five Photos, Five Stories” challenge.
The “Weed”
You don’t want me to grow here?
Fuck off. I do what I want.
I don’t need to please you.
My vulnerability is beautiful-
In a world like concrete,
Bright violet against the grey.
You act like you want me to leave,
But, you always smile when I stay-
I wonder if it could be any other way…
~Antanya
Lisa from Underground Energy has nominated me to participate in the Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge: “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge”.
I’m not going to nominate only 5 people, instead, I offer all of my readers an invitation to this challenge. I have a lot of fun with these challenges, they are a great way to expand your thinking and write in a different direction. 🙂
Hazy
No matter how
I try to fill it,
My life feels empty
Without you in it.
Some days the melancholy
Blinds me, it’s all that I can see.
The space where you should be
Feels like a hole, an abyss in me.
I know better, my mind keeps taunting me,
“You don’t belong to anyone, you are free”
Then why do I feel these chains bonding me?
Why do these feelings keep haunting me?
Why do you feel like home to me?
Why can’t I let go, am I crazy?
…The questions never clarify to more than hazy…
~Antanya
Through the Fog poetry 