Marvelous Michael

Joined July 2024

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I’m so glad you are here!

“Heaven and earth will pass away, but My words will by no means pass away.”

‭‭Matthew‬ ‭24‬:‭35‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

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Where do i belong?
The ruins surround me. Not the kind of ancient beauty that whispers stories through broken stone, but the kind that chokes,
By Marvelous Michaelabout a year ago in Poets
Reconnection
I wish to see them again— not just in dreams, not just in the hollow ache of memory. The ones I lost when I was too young to understand
By Marvelous Michaelabout a year ago in Poets
God in a Lamp.
They want a genie in a lamp, A God they can rub to life with need, Bound by the brass of their religion, Confined to the walls of their creed.
By Marvelous Michaelabout a year ago in Poets
Chin up.
Chin down. Like bowing my head might shield me from their piercing gaze, their judgment circling the mess— This mess I’ve been given called a face.
By Marvelous Michaelabout a year ago in Poets
ONE DAY
One day I’ll embrace love when it feels perfect, I’ll cherish my body when I grow older and hopefully get work done, I’ll be emotionally open, not stuck up,
By Marvelous Michaelabout a year ago in Poets
Free Will’s Irony
We call it free will, a gift wrapped in choices, but each choice comes with a cost, a price we don’t see until it’s paid.
By Marvelous Michaelabout a year ago in Poets
PERFECTIONISM.
Perfectionism is a subtle yet destructive force. It’s something I’ve battled with personally and observed in others’ lives. Today, I want to share two stories that illustrate how perfectionism can hinder growth and how embracing imperfection can open the door to creativity and purpose.
By Marvelous Michaelabout a year ago in Motivation
Outsider. Top Story - December 2024.
I step into the room where God is supposed to be, and they say He’s here—everywhere, really— but I can’t feel Him the way they do.
By Marvelous Michaelabout a year ago in Poets
Silence.
I’ve known silence— not the peaceful kind, but the one that screams inside, a deafening weight where my voice should be.
By Marvelous Michaelabout a year ago in Poets
CROCODILE TEARS
Her tears are fake, she said, and I wept a little harder. I raised my voice a little louder, let my gaze pierce a little deeper,
By Marvelous Michaelabout a year ago in Poets
Waste.
It’s getting dark already. Another day is fading slowly, And I sit here having achieved nothing. ___ My days are in a continuous loop,
By Marvelous Michaelabout a year ago in Poets
Rock-bottom
I’ve never felt debilitated as i am now. Confined in a collapsing building, I have these bruises and I scream. ____ Expecting to breathe my last,
By Marvelous Michaelabout a year ago in Poets

Marvelous Michael

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Where do i belong?

Reconnection

God in a Lamp.

Chin up.

ONE DAY

Free Will’s Irony

PERFECTIONISM.

Outsider. Top Story - December 2024.

Silence.

CROCODILE TEARS

Waste.

Rock-bottom

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