M.W. Styner Poems

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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