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Juan Michael

Juan Michael

Poetry interrupted

I opened my page and saw that my words were infused with a new meaning beyond that which I even knew they could.
 
They carry a secret message, a portal to a potential transaction, so happy to offer my thoughts as a medium for consumption.

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Mother of Forgotten

I found you at last. I do not need to see your face, or know your name. I just need to know that you were… that you came from the same place…
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identity

First thought not about ethnicity, but rather, that someone could exist between identities, but society is constantly rejectin… Identity is spiky, it’s painful,
The Fitful in the Empire

Thunder rips dreams from sleep. The fitful heave themselves upon t… Lightening sears all eyelids open. The fitful heave themselves upon t… The voluminous sweat from the back…
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The Fall of Rugged Independence

I saw anger, justice, passion, eng… I saw despair, emaciation, dysphor… I saw shame, fear, desperation fl… I saw flat, emotionless, mirrors r… I saw provocation, hostility, infl…
1 Room in Brain

room whitewashed walls sanitized me in a room broken brain
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The uneventful haunting

If a demon appeared at my window I would laugh and say what world are you trying to find and who are you looking for, me are you looking for me?
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Free the ideas

What happens when my ADHD is unleashed? Or is it anxiety confused as attention deficit? My ideas now flow
Birth of Life

The waves crash over the barnacle… Crabs and small fish tangle in a b… The air and water meld as one cont… Each are in pursuit of their own m… Birds hover over the seemingly una…
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if i coulda spoken freely

if i could speak freely, I would’ve from the start. If my mind had the answers i wouldn’t of gotten so lost. If I coulda made sense
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Inhibition

I live on the knifes edge where if I stray even a millimeter to the left I am convinced that any and every flaw
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Steal Time Running

I was open to trying. I was open to overcoming, and I found you running away. I don’t know where to stand, to make you not afraid of me.
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Antithesis to Family

I cry alone cuse I don’t want you seeing me in… I’m addicted to this face of a Ma… and all the masculinity we taught… Rewriting the pain of war and brok…
"Truth is the first casualty of war"

Within the dead of those we choose… lies a truth forever gone. Within the dead of those we choose… choose to hate, or never cared enough to know
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Thoughts We Drop as Leaves

The leaves drop every fall, yes th… Their genetic residue, like a mill… marking the thousands fallen befor… The next of kin leaflets, bare the… Death is no escape from imperfecti…
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