M.W. Styner Poems
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The Black Crow (2015)
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.
The forbidden signs constantly appear in the rear-view; the GPS must be broken.
Because each generation was chosen to be inspired by the next but you criticize translating death to the ears just to belittle us; causing us to envisage in hopes to seeing beauty in every creation.
The contamination has taken away the power we void to stand for.
We substitute love with pain injecting it in our ...
The Vibe (2014)
Who believe that sticks and stones may break the bones, but words will never hurt you.
Trust me it's only a myth because words do hurt and it affects people's lives every day.
I thought it was true too until the words scar my heart but I have outgrown the words.
Adapting, to what my heavenly father says and you can too.
Some people are quick to point out the weakness of your conscious