M.W. Styner

Your touch is contaminating.
In which brings chills.
The génie in your voice has silent the impulses that awake the inner skin.
Your manipulation prevents the vision to notice the fate.
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I am more valuable than judgement and the inequities.
I am never timid by the past that tries to haunt me.
I am neither rigid or spoiled with a silver spoon in thee mouth to fill my tummy.
I am more at peace with thee tears.
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Our relationship with God should tie with our relationship with others.

We are leaders.
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I have been feeling like a dream waiting for reality to take its place.
My emotions have taking the spot of the wind just blowing my pain to my mind.
My thoughts are cruising like the birds in the sunrise, and I realize change.
My heart is like oxygen conquering my body, so now I’m desperate to share my love.
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Inside the heart

I ask what's missing?
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I give the journey my time,
The world my grind and
My past my tears.
I give life a smile,
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I'm suffocating without you.
I'm paralyzed and your love is the very nerve that kept me going.
I miss you.
I rather die fighting for you than to watch the regret cover the atmosphere so my compassion will be unnoticed.
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Lock in a chamber.
Lungs are atramentous.
Half of the heart is beating.
The other half is trying to breathe life again.
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As a body, we have lowered our standards.
As a body, we consciously weaken our abilities to be known
To a nation who are blinded by our success and open- minded
To the failure we put on as individuals.
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With every scar I gave,
it will take a lifetime to heal.
With every tear shed,
there I drown in hopes that I will be rescued.
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Awake Up!
He's chain to the bed with whiplashes from his past addictions.
Awake up my Son!
He wakeup with a puddle of sweat blinded from the reality.
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I came from your womb, and cloth underneath your skin.
God truly made a diamond deep within.
Like a rose, you felt the scars.
Like a butterfly, you found the beauty in your pain.
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Beauty is sweet.
It’s like closing your eyes and tasting your first tropical fruit.
Beauty is unique.
It’s like a diamond, but priceless towards any value.
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Many are trap in the shadows.
Drowning as freedom covers hope hostage.
Broken bones with twisted tongue proximates idiocy;
while the blind of youth propels understanding.
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Mesmerize by her eyes that touches the core to my religion.
Hypnotize by her curvy size,
my conscience vanish from the reality and arrive in a fanasty that only our distant love dwells.
Honey drips from her lips but her words remain inconversable through the shadows.
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These tears that fall down my eyes are no surprise.
The heart is soak in its fragrance behind my lost demise.
These tears that fall down my eyes are buried underneath the skin.
The blood bleed eternally with a small crack of comfort creeping in.
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Where I stand is no coincidence.
On top of this mountain with the snow marking every emotion.
The body is numb
While the heartbeats a million.
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Grandpa wakes the heavens with morning prayer and warms angels' hearts.
Whistles sweet hymns with birds,
while the clouds spread apart.
With grandma hot butternut pancakes ready for me to began a bright start.
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Perish her pain.
Hold her tears.
Silence her words.
Demolish her fears.
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