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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The Writer’s Dream Is Hijacked.
On the 11th of May, 2025, I lost nearly three years’ worth of notes. This isn’t just a sentence; it’s an earthquake. One with a shattering, deafening sound. The kind of personal tragedy only those who write from the core of their being can truly understand. The kind that leaves you gasping for air, not just because your words are gone, but because a part of your identity feels gone too.
By Marvelous Michael8 months ago in Journal
Life Whispers.
The clock hands turn, but time is never still, It slips between the spaces in my mind. I chase its echoes, bending to its will,
By Marvelous Michael8 months ago in Poets
A Stranger’s Echo.
He is calm. A stillness in a storm I won’t address. A storm that grows inside of me, But i refuse to confess. * His eyes are brown, perhaps,
By Marvelous Michael8 months ago in Poets
MIRRORS. 🪞
I still remember the first time. Tiny hands, wide eyes. I was nine, holding up a mirror. * And within was a reflection that didn’t hate me back.
By Marvelous Michael8 months ago in Poets
I sat the test AGAIN.
I sat the test again. Same desk. Same pen. Same weight in my chest, same voice in my head saying, “Not this same test.”
By Marvelous Michael10 months ago in Poets
Laughter Is The Best Medicine.🤡
They say laughter is the best medicine, but no one ever asks the patient. No one questions the dosage, when the pills come with isolation.
By Marvelous Michael10 months ago in Poets
Melancholy’s web.
Melancholy tells you to stay, tangles you in a whisper-soft fray, spun from every sorrow you’ve ever known, coated in the sweet, sticky promise of understanding,
By Marvelous Michael10 months ago in Poets
Weeds In My Garden.. Top Story - March 2025.
Song house said “I’ll give you roses just hoping you don’t see the weeds on my garden.” I said “clock it.” I’ve seen this before.
By Marvelous Michael10 months ago in Poets
MORE…
They say Oliver twist asked for more because he was greedy, But perhaps it wasn’t greed. Perhaps it was a knowing, a hunger not for food but for justice, for dignity,
By Marvelous Michael10 months ago in Poets
Inked Healing.
I don’t know what I’m doing, but I know what I’m feeling. And that alone is healing. * Words spill like light from trembling hands,
By Marvelous Michael10 months ago in Poets
Why?… God and science collide.
I’ve been taught how to measure the stars, how to count the grains of sand in my hand. But I can’t quite grasp how it feels to be part of the whole,
By Marvelous Michael10 months ago in Poets
A SINGULAR PERSON.
I am not a sum of parts, not a list, not a tally or an aim. Not the color of my skin or the weight of my name, not the country that birthed me, not the accent on my tongue,
By Marvelous Michael10 months ago in Poets

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The Writer’s Dream Is Hijacked.

Life Whispers.

A Stranger’s Echo.

MIRRORS. 🪞

I sat the test AGAIN.

Laughter Is The Best Medicine.🤡

Melancholy’s web.

Weeds In My Garden.. Top Story - March 2025.

MORE…

Inked Healing.

Why?… God and science collide.

A SINGULAR PERSON.

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