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julia-yvonne-stine
Coppell, Texas I was born in Corpus, Christi and grew up in Kingsburg California until I moved to Coppell Texas last year. I have been very blessed by The Lord and hope to share my story through these poems
Why do you stand at the door frame wanting a hug? Even when the blood within in our very veins separates us Even when one noticeably meaningful tug Would make their eyes see suspicious Why do you stand at the door frame wanting a hug? Even when the many flaws have become obvious Even if all the numbness is avoided by a simple shrug All this needs to be absent, all this is prosperous! Why do you stand at the door frame wanting a hug? When my ultimate power proclaims"that's enough" When a bond so strong, but when noticed, forced to convene with the drug Oh how could you take such a chance when a hug will make time tough Yet, you still stand at the door frame wanting a hug.
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Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 12:30 AM UTC
Door frame
It's a feeling never felt before Like fireworks in my stomach They explode unexpectively, unwanted But yet it's a feeling that I adore For distance may seem like a number Of miles or kilometers But it's powerful enough to put that feeling to a slumber A endless sleep that slowly dreams A bit at a time Coming to surface Nothing as it would seem For that night on the deck When fireworks were in our eyes Will always be remembered But may never come back into check
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Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 2:37 PM UTC
The night on the deck
A disease A plague One stuck in my head The cure is known But ignored to avoid death Of what hasn't been said I plead I pray My body disintegrates I can't function There's no comfort In this endless tension Pictures Videos Images remind me of the pain Yet I glance And I wonder Could my pain be something better? The fight The struggle To quit this avoidance would be the trouble This cure can make due Of all the pain that I've made it through take the pill Accept the death I have nothing else to accept And just like that Everything dies And is sent to the after life And as I disappear Another is born With less to fear Vulnerability Plausibility The cure has gotten to me I become of joy for death The one that made me free One that helped me be And I thank God every night That I built up the conscious to die A disease A plague Never again
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Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 2:35 PM UTC
A disease
I put words on a paper But none come clear To the feeling once felt When I released fear
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Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 2:28 PM UTC
No words