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Diana Santiago Feb 2021
My precious; that is what you are
A dark crystal with gleams of color
You’re a gem; a talisman to my heart
This treasure I cannot grasp or touch

It’s as if I can feel your energy
Eager lips caressing my cheek
Your voice audible only in my soul’s ears
Sensing your body’s warmth beside me

My mind is lost and unclaimed
Are you really here or is it just fantasy
Do I just want and need you that badly
That fables start to form in my head

You are a stinging grand sorrow
Pumping through my icy veins
The reason for my mental demise
My guide to a vast lonely world
Isaac Aug 2018
Black words pull,
Asking eyes scan each line;
Desiring they will win
Attention by their design.
Placed on a page,
One letter at a time.
Hoping as they age
They will more and more shine.
They are useless unless read,
Pointless till understood.
Hearts that see why words are said
Receive what is in them that is good.
Written 29 August 2018
Tin Joshua Pham Jul 2016
I raise my hands to You
Shall you grasp them?
I've seen You yet...
Many times but
Still I wonder beyond the highs and lows.
I seek something else entirely
A knowing.
That You are here
That You are with me in this very moment
THAT YOU
Are for me.
What then, shall I do?
I've waited, but not with patience
I've done much, without purpose
I've sought, for my own ends.
What is it you want?
My heart?
Then have it.
Let there be finality between us
A once and for all
Where I give mine and You... gave Yours.
And that's it.
The finality I seek
The presence I desire to feel
The zeal I wish to be consumed by
They are here.
In the finality of Your death
And the resurrection of Your life.

— The End —