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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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school of abyss

I don’t belong here, in the crushing deep abyss. The triturating pressure, makes me forget about the asphyxia… The frigid cold,
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I choose love

I choose love I choose love I choose love Because it is you Because it is you
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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
Plans

She said: “Is there more to your… Is being a Marine not enough? I wanted to be a firefighter. I wanted to save people’s lives. I like manning the 50cal machine g…
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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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Stolen Nostalgia

I lock the door, to keep out the demons. They come in, when I’m sleeping. My brain——- wide open.
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Love Fiercely my love

I perpetually wait, I cannot act, but I always know, and you’re gone… It happens quickly, often with jus… that I know how deeply, I can lov… I’m not so foolish to think there…
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The Hat found me

This hat that fits so snug and tig… This hat that lines my face just r… I stole it from the man in line. He was stuck in Tuxtla, I was fin… I found it first, these hats are r…
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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…
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,
Abundance sometimes Green

full, cold-water, facial submersio… eyes closed, holding breath, the park bursts forth with green l… draping down from liberated trees, and yellow—brownish stains of moss…
what running means

I would love love love to get back… I fought fought fought to be the b… I ran ran ran through miles of inv… I stopped because it was controlli… Each step of all those miles – tra…
Dear Mom

Dear Mom, I can’t even begin to tell how you might have reacted to the letter I sent. It was not intended to be hurtful,
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"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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Stuck Love and Smoke

I hate that you smoke I despise that we choke on our desperate attempts for irrational contempt my best efforts remote



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