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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LOVE TO ME.
Not just in roses, nor chocolates in red, but in knowing you’re seen, not misread. * Love is a whisper, a space to exist—
By Marvelous Michael11 months ago in Poets
Unmasking.
Do you feel like you are crazy? Living with undiagnosed neurodivergent conditions certainly takes its toll on you, and this was a poem I wrote on one of the many days I felt boxed, drained, and fed up with the highly neurotypical environment we live in, that refuses to accommodate anything else. This is the Do You Think You Are Crazy? poem. For those that feel crazy, I hope you relate to this.
By Marvelous Michael11 months ago in Journal
I see you now, Mum
You never let yourself be soft. Soft things break, soft things get left behind, soft things get taken. So you made yourself a fortress—
By Marvelous Michael11 months ago in Poets
The Angry “Black man.”
The angry man is a madman. He’s walking through streets of contempt, eyes sharp, shoulders tense, clutching fragments of a shattered mirror
By Marvelous Michael11 months ago in Poets
Healing.
They say he heals, but I think not really. Not here, he doesn’t. Our sins made him unwilling. * And please, this ain’t no blasphemy.
By Marvelous Michael11 months ago in Poets
I’m wounded.
How do you explain a war with no blood, a battlefield beneath the skin, where the enemy wears your face and the fight never ends?
By Marvelous Michael11 months ago in Poets
The Space I Occupy.
I used to think the world revolved around my head, That my thoughts stretched the sky, That every glance was a whisper about me,
By Marvelous Michael11 months ago in Poets
Cracked.
I can’t speak the words I need to say, So I write them down, hoping they will stay. Every letter is a prayer, a wish to be seen,
By Marvelous Michael11 months ago in Poets
Pharmacokinetics of a Poet.
Ramipril, propranolol, flucloxacillin— half-life measured in hours, but my words? Indefinite. Metabolism in the liver, excretion through the kidneys,
By Marvelous Michael11 months ago in Poets
Unchained Melody.
She hums under her breath—soft, barely there, a whisper of a song that never found its wings or air. A voice caged before it could soar or take flight,
By Marvelous Michael11 months ago in Poets
Stream of Consciousness.
There’s something ethereal, ever so peculiar, When consciousness spills into a stream— A rush of complexities that drown and lift,
By Marvelous Michael11 months ago in Poets
Static hearts.
Flashing lights and neon scars, Chasing echoes in the dark. We were fire, we were sparks, Now we’re fading into stars. *
By Marvelous Michael11 months ago in Poets

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LOVE TO ME.

Unmasking.

I see you now, Mum

The Angry “Black man.”

Healing.

I’m wounded.

The Space I Occupy.

Cracked.

Pharmacokinetics of a Poet.

Unchained Melody.

Stream of Consciousness.

Static hearts.

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