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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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voice

In these moments between focus, be… in these moments between effort an… in these moments between experienc… where I want to not want, but also… I have weak footholds for what is…
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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…
landscapes and anxiety

I am claustrophobic, mountains are liberating, of my humble human anxiety. Bodies of water seem provocative, with their two-dimensional facade,
The Purge

I wanted it out of my head. To see it, cage it, shackle it, reduce its power in abstract form, tame it by silencing its shifting… I wanted to smell it, hear it, lis…
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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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existential hope

Where do I let my hopes hang? In the air with scents of flowers… How do I let my emotions reign? Among animals I am not brave enou… Why do I share the shards of my p…
Back Bay stop on the Orange Line

The orange train screeched around the bend, carrying her. I knew I had to act quickly in my expressions of affection. I anticipated her every move,
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Pathological

The first time I heard the word p… She slammed my head against the wa… And I stared straight back into t… Fuming with fire, scorching the ho… There was nowhere to run, nowhere…
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Failed states, Failed homes

I was home in Westwood. I was home in Camp Lejeune. I was home with one love. I failed at childhood; failed stat… Desperate for home anywhere I lay…
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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…
zumbando en las flores

you are happy as a bee, showing all the other bees where all the pretty flowers lie. You are the best bee dancer, Zumbando in all of the sky.
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Black Smoke

Pestering funnel of delinquency, hovering in the stratosphere for a… from where we lit the lake of fuel… Spewing and billowing off to the n… forecasting trouble in the lands o…
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Passing Faces

Passing houses, dusty, dilapidated, situated on the traffic
Burning Olive Trees in Palestine

The two whirling white clouds of s… One soft and sweet from burning ol… The other harsh and irritating fro… The billowing smoke choked out Pa… But only for the moment where brea…
To know me

I need you to accept who I am. I need you to not doubt what I have arrived at regarding w… I need you to listen to what made… I know you know there is no right…
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