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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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the void cannot take life

You think it’s fear you’re drawing… but continue to relentlessly corne… and you’ll realize fear was a guar… a mask seeking to deceive, a prelude to the seething energy o…
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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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I still love you

Like I promised, I still love you, not for the principle of loyalty, but because I yearn from the deepest
Love and Neurons

I thought I burned everything. Denial expedited closure. Now your words break through the i… I find them scattered all over my… Burning love for closure,
love in pain

did my love, flow in tides, like the ocean, as small currents, travelin round,
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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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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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Free the ideas

What happens when my ADHD is unleashed? Or is it anxiety confused as attention deficit? My ideas now flow
landscapes and anxiety

I am claustrophobic, mountains are liberating, of my humble human anxiety. Bodies of water seem provocative, with their two-dimensional facade,
1 Room in Brain

room whitewashed walls sanitized me in a room broken brain
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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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Ambivalence

Ambivalence was taking the power b… Without ever looking back, but the… Ambivalence was the guilt preventi… was the same guilt I was taught to… Ambivalence was people calling me…
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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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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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Walking River

River is always changing, with a crack coming out of the cli… the river from the cliffs, down to the beach, carved out in an alcove,



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