M.W. Styner Poems

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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