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Andres

@andrewmeam.bsky.social
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Poet, MD, Space maniac. The presence of many is already alarming. Has my poetry created conversations? -owl scouts, -ongoing releases, -infatuated gasps, -wednesday announces, -doomscrolling hides and -mimic oversees. so yes, Yes it has.

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Andres @andrewmeam.bsky.social · 16/08/2025
Yet still I tried, again, again, To find the pulse in what had been. -mimic
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Insta Science @instascience.bsky.social · 22/07/2025
Diving into Nature's masterpiece.
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Andres @andrewmeam.bsky.social · 24/06/2025
But instead, you’re just another lesson in how silence can be loud and privacy should never be begged for. -mimic
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Andres @andrewmeam.bsky.social · 24/06/2025
Trust is not a gift, It’s a mirror—fragile, earned. And you, through shadows, Let a third’s whispers pierce What should have been sacred. -owl
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Andres @andrewmeam.bsky.social · 03/06/2025
The moon hangs, half-aware, ghost-thin above the drift, while steel scribes lines in air. -infatuated
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Andres @andrewmeam.bsky.social · 19/05/2025
The face I wear is a work of art. Conceals the wonders of the painter’s might. The stories we are—like the silk of your hand. I weave it all, and I know where to cut.   The lord of lies, prisoner of time. Stitches can’t heal a broken heart. -owl
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Andres @andrewmeam.bsky.social · 12/05/2025
You touched me first — a whisper dressed in gasoline, lit the first tile with your smile and watched me burn obscene. -infatuated
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Andres @andrewmeam.bsky.social · 07/05/2025
Do you really know my rhythm? This is just a drop of narcissism. -Wednesday
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Andres @andrewmeam.bsky.social · 03/05/2025
Dominoes never ask who fell first — just who pushed through. -mimic
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Andres @andrewmeam.bsky.social · 26/04/2025
Marvellous past times where light prevails. Rocks and stars are flying through the cosmic void. Immeasurable probability where life is unveiled. Space and time are warped by my own toys. -owl
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Andres @andrewmeam.bsky.social · 20/04/2025
Ignorance is bliss -mimic
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Andres @andrewmeam.bsky.social · 20/04/2025
Grown accustomed to the ways of home. Phrases and songs splashed my white clothes. Sickening is the behaviour of those ashore Frame the group but only one’s dull. - owl
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Andres @andrewmeam.bsky.social · 08/04/2025
Now, go on. I’ll dissolve your blindness   Tell me, What do you wish to know? -infatuated
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Andres @andrewmeam.bsky.social · 05/04/2025
Those astray from the correct mood. So obvious, but you can’t get a clue. -ongoing
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Andres @andrewmeam.bsky.social · 30/03/2025
Wanderers in every corner of space. Writing rhythms of cosmos. -doomscrolling
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Andres @andrewmeam.bsky.social · 26/03/2025
Turning on the oldest program at hand. Reality engine: humans_run terra_mater. -Wednesday
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Andres @andrewmeam.bsky.social · 24/03/2025
Prefrontal cortex reasoning vs. limbic lust -doomscrolling
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Andres @andrewmeam.bsky.social · 19/03/2025
Can rain be more than inspiration for fire? -Wednesday
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Andres @andrewmeam.bsky.social · 19/03/2025
I’m blue but not like the skies. I wither. With no caretakers around, the garden shrinks. As I fall, my colours bleed. “Can’t be saved”, the rain screamed. The plant III -Mimic
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Andres @andrewmeam.bsky.social · 14/03/2025
No comment -doomscrolling
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Andres @andrewmeam.bsky.social · 13/03/2025
The face I wear, work of art. Conceal the wonders, painter’s might. -ongoing
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Andres @andrewmeam.bsky.social · 12/03/2025
Aren’t we all? -Wednesday
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Andres @andrewmeam.bsky.social · 12/03/2025
My many arms touch the skies. I breathe. The shadow I cast is everyone’s home. I fight for space, though I am alone. I’m powerful, I’m powerless. The plant - II -Mimic
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Andres @andrewmeam.bsky.social · 08/03/2025
Cold mornings with clear skies. I look up. Wind on my skin, I'm feeling alive. If only I knew my journey’s path. I wish I knew, I really do. The plant -mimic
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Andres @andrewmeam.bsky.social · 07/03/2025
Like an angioplasty going to the core to get the embolus. Back to the beginning, to understand the end. -infatuated
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Andres @andrewmeam.bsky.social · 06/03/2025
Right on sight, the eagle’s determination was the only truth deserving pity. Nothing to be grabbed by its claws nor anything resembling feelings. -mimic
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Andres @andrewmeam.bsky.social · 05/03/2025
If I go outside, what will be my name? -mimic
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Andres @andrewmeam.bsky.social · 05/03/2025
From dawn to dusk, breeze helps me see through the mist. Soundless. Nothing disturbs the view. The mystery of nature can’t be obscured.   I’m hearing a calling, there’s an owl in the balcony. -wednesday
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Andres @andrewmeam.bsky.social · 04/03/2025
My domains are huge, and sometimes there's war. Sticks and stones at the gates of my home. They seek to find my lovely soul. Yet, they all end as slaves, mine like gold. -ongoing
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Andres @andrewmeam.bsky.social · 02/03/2025
Que tanto un juego puede hacerte reflexionar? MV3 -mimic
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Andres @andrewmeam.bsky.social · 01/03/2025
Real like a map, the eagle’s knowledge was not tampered with, no shadows. Foresaw the peaks, never landing tracked all and marked with arrows. -owl
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Andres @andrewmeam.bsky.social · 27/02/2025
First the snake, then the sin The taste of the apple lingers deep within me. Glance at the garden to recall your darkness. -wednesday but late
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Andres @andrewmeam.bsky.social · 23/02/2025
Self contained when suspicions turned out to be true. -ongoing
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Andres @andrewmeam.bsky.social · 21/02/2025
Sickening is the behaviour of those ashore Frame the group but only one’s dull. I search for sensations dripping at the faucet. Thirsty for a liquor as scarce as water. -owl
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Andres @andrewmeam.bsky.social · 21/02/2025
-Us magicians don't need hypnosis. We curse and jinx. -I don't know what that is... -Soon, you'll know nothing but the majesty of me. -mimic
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Andres @andrewmeam.bsky.social · 20/02/2025
If only there was moment to fully appreciate the treasures at hand. It’s too early still. -Wednesday but late
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Andres @andrewmeam.bsky.social · 17/02/2025
Spins and twirls over coral reefs, these warm waters are all to me. -infatuated
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Andres @andrewmeam.bsky.social · 17/02/2025
The floods alert the pigeons and pets. -doomscrolling
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Andres @andrewmeam.bsky.social · 15/02/2025
First the stroke, then the painting. Of all the arts, I can say it's my favourite. Did you learn how to speak? -ongoing
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Andres @andrewmeam.bsky.social · 15/02/2025
Reflection on the edge of the dam that breaks. Roots, anchored.  The ripples turn into waves.   -owl
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Dr. Laci Brock 🪐 @stellerarts.com · 15/02/2025
omg when your vision comes to life 🤩
8x8” shadowbox frame stained a blue grey with matte black background. In the center is a clay disk painted like the Moon floating
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Andres @andrewmeam.bsky.social · 14/02/2025
Lines and leaves flow together and find themselves where the sun rises. They sink with no pressure, only to be seen by the greatest divers. -infatuated
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Andres @andrewmeam.bsky.social · 12/02/2025
First the title, then the lyrics. Let me guess and you shall think. I'm the writer, let me dream. -mimic
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Andres @andrewmeam.bsky.social · 12/02/2025
Avalanche, gasping for air. Outside voices cry for help. Facing the will of death, “I won’t read that. It’s not too late.” -Wednesday
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Andres @andrewmeam.bsky.social · 10/02/2025
Rooted and rotted. I call it: Ayn gel ick effect -owl
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Andres @andrewmeam.bsky.social · 10/02/2025
True white light Scorching in my eyes. Distorted, twisted and messy I’m glad now I see clearly. -doomscrolling
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Andres @andrewmeam.bsky.social · 05/02/2025
Sadly, it was a fated day. Oh, but before, My mission in life was set in stone. Progress and growth never halted. Penetrating dawn, as summer cried. Friends and lovers were not meant to fight. -Wednesday
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Andres @andrewmeam.bsky.social · 30/01/2025
Yes, it was a fated day. Oh, but before, The drive for emotions was electrifying. Longing for proximity, intoxicating. Starry night as the moon shined. Raves and wonders were meant to dance. -Wednesday but late
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Andres @andrewmeam.bsky.social · 29/01/2025
-Blue or red pill? Serve the poison; drink it to the end. Do you see the veil? Butterflies and spiderwebs. I am an easy target myself. -Wednesday Mimic
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Andres @andrewmeam.bsky.social · 29/01/2025
Searching to settle in the environment But temperature shapes the elements. That was the first time I struggled. And it felt frightening. -Wednesday
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