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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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community

We need more community. For chron… For poverty– the myth through stor… For AIDS, for overdose too. We need more community, the kind t… selflessness, and non-judgmentalis…
not a poem

There is something uncomfortable about calling this poetry, when it is pain. It would be further awkward to edi… defining it as work, refining the…
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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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Distortions

All the pain rocks me to sleep. I grew tolerant to the effects, Addicted to the intoxicating isola… Romanticized despair, holding hope… I can follow the trail at the slig…
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1 Room in Brain

room whitewashed walls sanitized me in a room broken brain
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emerging

I feel as though I’ve landed on a beach, as an invading, occupying force. Only to find the land
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…
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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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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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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Empathetic Eyes

When faced with the worst of human… the obsession became love. It could have become something els… When faced with those who could so… the obsession could have become ha…
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the miles between life

My mind is a million miles away fr… How’d I get all the way over here… Is there a train going back? Can I get back by 6am tomorrow mo… I gotta be in the icu,
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…
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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