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Oct 31 · 133
The Duo
Mike Virgl Oct 31
From two worlds, one and undone the in between
The glue that holds what can and cannot be seen
I declare that by my hands and my grace
This magic shall no longer be a wall

As love as a haste, let my commandment be a hall
To bridge the gap from where I go, to where I wish
Let me see star, for a lover's last kiss
Inspired by Star vs the Forces of Evil
Oct 28 · 22
That street
Mike Virgl Oct 28
The people I have affected,
as a car
Rolls over a road,
like a bulldozer,
I only hope they managed not to crack

At least I hope some of the concrete stayed in place.

I see some of them stable, yet
Others worry me beyond belief
I worry they are no longer recognizable,
No longer traversable
No longer what I remember

One cross section, of always, gives me fright
And to think I'll never need to go straight down that brown haired road again
Mar 15 · 111
How Quaint
Mike Virgl Mar 15
Mania, as the sun hails through the breeze,
and comes to kiss the cheek of the depressed.
the winter is gone and quaintly I remiss about years of longing.
Flux, the ray places the warm degrees to skin and a feeling comes about and begins to spread. Happiness is here, yet it was not missed. Nadir, the sun is robbed by the winds and time, but the warmth still lingers; just to a lesser deegre.

May I miss the first sun of spring again.
Feb 8 · 236
Reality
Mike Virgl Feb 8
A nihilistic pandemic leads our way
If god is not there do we see no other place?
If one leaves may morals not stay?
Might immortal feelings fade like a face?

An animalistic epidemic bares its teeth
Is apathy a path of which we seek?
Is nothing there if there is a sheath?
Might immortal actions be mere freak?




I no longer believe the future is present
If we can choose what is true, then is anything?
Dec 2018 · 146
The Fulcrum Holds the Power
Mike Virgl Dec 2018
"Heavy appendage lying above,
Your weight equals your allure

Simple leverage outside to in,
Your potential follows behind"

I said while chained to the center
Bearing my burden as I did

"Your extremities lean too far south,
Weakened your zenith splinters

Your midpoint, threatened from end to end,
Is all that neither shall bear"

The shoulders of man began to bleed,
At the axis, where a silent atlas stood

"Hold the earth and tether it to fit
Hold the end up to balance the plain

Hold each other and revel in peace
Hold fast to the fulcrum"

With these last words Atlas left
Leaving man to work
And Man alone
I wrote this poem about the political spectrum, as I feel it has not only become too violent, but people have begun to drift too far to either side and they are hurting the people in the middle.
Nov 2018 · 183
Tumor
Mike Virgl Nov 2018
I remember sitting there with scissors
Cutting away at this thing
Screaming
Crying
And bleeding

I remember the way I heard everyone laugh
Saying "why did you wait this long"
Laughing
Pointing
And unsympathetic

All I remember is the pain that tumor had left
But all I feel about the tumour is
Love
Affection
And a tug like a harpoon, that goes straight through

An inscription of attachment is what I feel
A scar for which as cliche as it may be
Still
Lies
There still
Oct 2018 · 566
The single comment, vortex.
Mike Virgl Oct 2018
Fruit is rarely perfect,
Under soil in a ditch.
Can a little paranoia,
**** the ***** thought,

thats

Stinging and Hovering and Infecting and Tantalizing?
Ever see something that made you spiral?
Aug 2018 · 166
Appreciated
Mike Virgl Aug 2018
For those who I've got to know.
The ones I've shown that I can grow,
and change.
Thank you for the fun, sadness, and everything in between.
You are all in memories and help make me...


Me
This is for everyone in real life, and everyone on this site who has ever liked or loved my poems, thank you guys! I can't believe people like to read my stuff, and it just makes me happy knowing you people care.
Aug 2018 · 242
The river.
Mike Virgl Aug 2018
See that man?
Hes swimming agaisnt the stream
to that woman on the shore,
All the while
Drowning.
He couldn't figure out why she was standing
upstream.
I think he gets it, now.
Jul 2018 · 7.5k
Hay bee
Mike Virgl Jul 2018
In my backyard lay a sound
     a humming buzzing
          flying low and high
I searched for it in the yard  
     my ear tuned in              
          to that light, cute, noise
I said out loud "bee your flight, is mystifying"
     and the buzz got louder
          "I just wish to see what you like"
The Buzz flew between my eyes
     "bee, my god, your stripes match with shadows and lighting"
          the bee flew around my head in joy
Once
     twice
          and many more times.
"So let me say hello bee."

And I said it many more times
     the bee loved
          how I would check in
A low hum would always greet me
     every time I went
          to my backdoor
In the rain I would go outside
     to make sure the bee
          was kept dry
"Come here bee let me grab a leaf"
     "come fly under it"
          the bee would buzz
And so in the rain, I kept that bee dry.

And soon much time passed
     and I wanted to
          get that Bee a cage
I laugh at it now
     It’s just silly
          "a Bee cage"
I called my Bee
     with a soothing voice
          "my Bee I have something for you"
The Buzz I loved came near
     low and high it flew
          my Bee did come
And so I tried to coax My Bee into my cage

My Bee would not come
     no matter how many times
          the command was given
"My Bee why won't you come near?"
     "just let me love you forever"
          the Buzz just buzzed in front of me
My Bee seemed to want to fly away
     but couldn't leave for a bit
          because of my grieving face
"My Bee I love you"
     my heart said
          as my tears leaked onto the floor
My Bee started me straight in the face

"Let me say goodbye Bee, let this be goodbye."
Jun 2018 · 121
life choices
Mike Virgl Jun 2018
i am jobless,
i know
i am aimless,
i know

that is all
i know.
Jun 2018 · 85
Untitled
Mike Virgl Jun 2018
distracted people lay
IN THE GRASSES OF ETERNITY

they gaze, just empty hands
OPEN PALMS TO THEIR EYES

the mother coughs, sweats and weeps
BEEFY FLESH SHARED AS SERENITY

the eggplants lay withering in dying foliage
IGNORANCE FEEDS INTO DISGUSTING LIES

the communications they commit
waste what little time and
breath they have left

no shred of passion is left,
they all commit to be planted
and dare not care

every mouth of movement spills out
repeated nonsense, repeated quotes
from things of repeated nature

however it is not the repetition that makes them vile
its the lack of acknowledgement it receives
the lack of emotion for anything

CONSCIOUS OR UNCONSCIOUS

and the ones i connect to,
are dead, or changed forever,
for better or fo-
no

just for ******* worse.


you are on your own,
and when you realize that



you seize solitude as a piece of pride.
I could not think of a title for this, this is actually a couple of months old
May 2018 · 102
Nameless
Mike Virgl May 2018
The humble mumble is not heard
The humble mumble is experienced

The heat is not felt
The heat,
Is experienced

I cannot describe such a feeling
Nameless,
The empty hole of a name
Walking, sitting, and speaking

It terrifies me
A crowd becomes a pit
And that pit swallows me
As I too succumb

To another's disregard
May 2018 · 69
Untitled
Mike Virgl May 2018
You may make heart ache
Ache and churn
And ache

It swoons just from a look
Stare and move
And stare

The beginning of the end
The last look and move
And look

The cascading red dress
And her brown hair
And Hair

Her winged makeup, just highlights
The physical lookover
Skips my heart

I saw women today who made my heart swoon
All from a look I gave
But I never would talk to their face

They didn't deserve to be flirted with by a stranger in a donut shop at 1047 PM.

My self control entraps me.
My politeness restrains me.
Controls. Or aids me.
Apr 2018 · 3.4k
Your body is temporary
Mike Virgl Apr 2018
My god her body is magnificent.
But this is where most people stop.

I promise that those who only delve this deep, are unworthy of your energetic touch, your quick, witty humor.
Your soothing, contagious, airborne laugh.

And I act like these are the most important pieces of her.

Her brain mystifies bystanders, as she manages to express her thoughts, not only on paper very well, but also through her expressions to others.
Such as a tap, or rub or hug.
Not to even mention her voice.
Silky and equalized it rings through a bad day and reminds you to calm down or keep your chin up, or even just to admit a cool defeat and say "im sorry"
Which simply makes you wish to take her frigid, slick hands, and press them to your warm her heart, for she can have as much as she wants.

Can I even mention her tidiness? The way in which she cleans?
She would never ever dare stop before she is done, for she is what every manager wishes for: A model employee!

Through this, she still manages to maintain intimate relationships, which not only continue to grow, but continue to amaze me, as she is like a tree. Yet while suffering from loss of water through her leaves she manages to keep her branches all alive, well maintained and most of all, closely attached to her.

She also wishes for a single apple.
I could not think of anything more beautiful or intelligent than her baby.
And nothing more worthy to protect and care for.
Sadly she has not yet found a mate... so she treats other fruits she sees with such motherly love, one cannot help but stare in awe, at the display of affection and attention.

Coming from such a difficult place this tree not only managed to prosper, but she grows to such a height other trees older than her stare up in amazement.

This metaphorical height is not your physical height darling, but more of a cloud which you exude, that envelopes any stander by with such force that they are forced to stare.

And... she then says her mind is dangerous.
I would help her fight any anxiety she wishes, I will help her through it.
She may see it as a personal battle, and if so, let me provide the water, the training, anything to push this chirping bird to her rightful comfortable nest.

Let me guide your hands, hold you when things get stressful, let me teach you ways in which stress disappears, because I can promise you, a single chance is all I need.

Yet many men just see a pair of legs, and all I can say is...

Keep your eyes up,
Stare into her brown bicolored eyes
And look at her soul.
That is all I wish for,
Which is why, even if this tree thinks it scary or misadvised , I will say

I commit to your soul.
Not your body,
For that is temporary.
All that matters is you.

And I could go on about how we would be right together...

But that is for you to decide, as this tree is independent.

And this poem is for you,
Not me.
It is about you.
Not your body.

This poem is all about you.
Apr 2018 · 115
Swinging Legs
Mike Virgl Apr 2018
I imagine that this is how it will go,
Us swinging to music and the flow,
Your hands spreading as a rainfall,
And the palms you will leave, streak marks
Along every fabric of mine you touch.

My tie, suit and vest, all yours to caress,
While that blue tear drop, just dances, and dances
And I am left to stand back and observe
How no man will ever be enough to deserve
Her...

And to break and take a step back...

All I wish is to feel her hands again upon my chest, to feel the knowledge that she knows, I would do anything to help her, anything to lift her up, and anything to defend her.

For anything and everything is the same to me, at least anything she does.

But for now I can only imagine us swinging,
The music forcing two figures to dance closer,
Or voluntarily they will step,
To me it is mind, so it will be just that.

To press together and feel the breath, and feel the warm feeling spread through your face from the epicenter of a touch of a soft flower.

From this that flower will blossom and will prosper as I try to help it do so everyday.
I show her, she can tell me anything, and I would do everything for her.
For everything, is my everything, and she could be anything - could do anything, anything.... and still she would remain - my everything
Apr 2018 · 115
Schnitzel's Poem
Mike Virgl Apr 2018
Rhadda Rhadda Rhu Rhadda?
Rhadda, Rhadda Rhadda?
Rhadda Rhadda Rha? Rhadda Rhadda?
Rhadda Rhadda Rhadda Rhad Rhadda Rhad Rhadda Rhadda.

Rhadda Rhadd,Rhadda Rhadda Rhadda.
Rhadda Rhadda Rhad, Rha Rhadda Rhadda,
Rhadda Rhadda, Rhadda Rhadda Rha Rhadda.
Rha Rhadda, Rhadda.

"I dream of what I wish to be."

Rhadda?

Rhadda Rhadda Rhadda.
Rhadda Rhadda.
Rhadda Rha Rhadda, Rha Rhadda Rha Rhadda.
Rhadda, Rha Rhadda, Rhadda.
Rhadda Rha.

Rhadda Rhadda Rhadda, Rha Rhadda Rha Rhadda Rha Rha, Rhadda Rhadda Rhadda.
Rhadda Rhadda Rhadda. Rhadda Rhadda Rhadda, Rha Rhadda. Rha Rha Rhadda Rha.

Rhadda Rhadda Rha, Rhadda Rhadda Rhadda.
Rhadda Rhadda... Rha.

Is death meant to be?
If it is, can we allow it?
Can we tempt God? Is it a Temptation?
A man is just a man and there is one just like him
next to him.

The toil, Oh the toil murders souls.
Children shed their skin, as the knife cuts them,
so that from their blood, nourishment may be provided
for their ravenous, broken dreams.

"I dream of what I wish to be."

Do you?

A man was bound to be a doctor.
As Fate leads many a man.
Yet as fate does often, it changed in favor of a coin toss.
Heads, or tails, the side one.
This side won.

So let my piece be spoken, for my words are soaked and stale, and they are beginning to make me sick.

Never take the first job you find. Never make a decision based on fear, or pride. Never decide based on indecision or instability.

Live for what you wish, and never wish for what you wanted.
It leaves you... Empty

Was this version funny?
I guess it wasn't foreign sounding, now,
It sounded harsh and biting.
I guess because you finally could understand it,
it finally meant something.
Foreign things are very funny.
Mike Virgl Mar 2018
Yut lycking

Ctu tcking

**** frumping

**** frazes

To tragedy a spontaneous dance;
Cuts the wire to their own thread.
The spoll they use to measure and examine,
The wait for the murdered to be murdered.

Which is, is what has already happened
See what is, is what is willed.
And will happen.
And thats the epiphany that curses me

Who knew living in the moment, would affect what hasn't even occured, the choices made by (now) a past self, determines the mental and emotional state of what parallels may exist.

Like two magnets touching, but moving hours apart.

Frumping a man

Cut the dof

Uty ylcking

Ibuo tio

lasi siem

Snshk ehesm

Why does it have to mean,
something?
Why does everything have to mean something
to
someone?
Why?
Does someone steal a part of someone when they go?
And so you are left empty
Almost unfinished, but you were at some point.
Finished or whole.
You just left the conversation going and open
Almost a rant, but without meaning.
Since you were looking for a punchline, a final thing to say.
As "Goodbye" would never do it.

"Have a good life"
How improbable.
What a sour


It ended
Mike Virgl Mar 2018
A headache that
knocks, knocks, knocks
While fingers, are closer and farther, with black dots dots dots

There is no rhythm for a universe to rule, but
Humans pretend; saying chaos is over, done, the lines we cannot cross, are completely white, let these erase all objection.

The tips waver on the light
Touch, touch, touch
As they turn to face my
Eyes, eyes, eyes

Then
Remove one key to the stability and see men flounder
Pressure from the change, defining a stressor, which
Accelerates into a dip;

A free fall
And from this fall man finds solution -

"Gouge out creation, and or the visage.
Self mutilation seems better to be fit
Then to carry such hideous, black, venom
Which is the root, to which man unlocks
What he himself is."

The shutter stock effect leaves me without
Emotion
My own touch causes me to
Recoil, recoil, recoil

Now that man is without fingers,
He has no worries, the dreaded darkness,
Which plagued his poor, unprotected fingers, are gone, as both are severed.
Now he is truly stable.
Mike Virgl Mar 2018
I was alone.
With the pitter patter

My solemn mouth
From a bitter shatter.

I still hear.
The waters eating waves

My hearts flutters
Reflecting the knave.

I had fun.
With another rosary

My soul asks,
"Was it just tonight?"

I dont feel.
I dont feel now

My passions stills
With a heart bow.

I feel distracted.
Why do I look?

My senses joined
As my brains crook.

I lose belief.
In self fufillment

My feelings pass
The path to sacrament.

I want death.
Upon my stimulation

My feeling gone
I give a libation.

I am tranquil.
Not sad, or desperate

My face is rational
As emotion is separate.

I offer myself.
And give peacefully

My ending, my soul
And my entire body.

To unlock the peace I found and to keep it forever.
Mar 2018 · 166
For the longing
Mike Virgl Mar 2018
Hell on earth, of dreams, the rushing of all
Ostensible the making of confessions, a trio.
Levants that pilgrims must travel, to improv
Even the word, which is left, but raw to me.
Feb 2018 · 239
the act of breathing in
Mike Virgl Feb 2018
By god that dragon is back.
and it breaths fire,
or soot clouds
I cannot remember.
all I know is to keep away from it.
Hide, take shelter, remove myself from the temptation.
The taking of the deepest breath, is what my mind loops;
as I wish to ride the dragon one more time.
I'm back, I guess. I was just busy with school and work. I'll probably make another poem in seven years given how long its been.
Jan 2018 · 742
The Light to my Desolation
Mike Virgl Jan 2018
With pedal's red flush
A rose grew in the arctic
Survivng to blush
How can on interpret a poem when no one has a clue who, what or where it is about? What if even the author is unsure?
Dec 2017 · 342
Crutch
Mike Virgl Dec 2017
.
.
.
What have you done?
Nothing at all
Sitting here, as the time
Passes; as a candle
Flickering
Out.

What will you do?
Well at four in the morning
There is not a lot.
Except the cold
And the enclosing
Dark.

Why did you do this?
Well can that be said?
Honestly, and bluntly,
Straight out would the
Answer stick?

It would become lodged.
Because words unravel mysterious
And mean nothing all at the same time.

Who am I?
What a pertentious question to ask.
You have no right to ask,
Nor mind to conceive it.

What am I meant for?
Well to live and to die.
Make an impact on someones life,
Good or bad, time has no universal code.

What am I doing?
Looking for an answer
To a question I have about people,
And also about me.

Should you lean upon a crutch?
What if you are a crutch yourself?
What if someone took you away?
What if you merely were a crutch to a table?
How awful really.

But what is the matter? You've found it!
A place for yourself.
You see, you do not matter.
A crutch, a dime a dozen so cheap.

That is what you get from lack of sleep I guess, and lack of meaning I guess, and lack of health I guess.
A crutch that wanders, looking for what it means to be independent or leaned on, and if it is truly a curse or a blessing.

How silly is this anaology?
I think it is downright clear.
But I am a rambling madman
With an end soon near.

As soon I will be gone, this consious shed.
I will wake up this morning, tired in bed.
I will reach my hands and feel a change.
I will no longer feel; it is quite strange.

And I wish I could say I did resist,
But I did not.
For the immoral base upon my kingdom,
Is founded upon my thoughts
And actions of sin.

I laugh and I laugh and I laugh.
How little will do I have?
I am just a piece of dust,
Moved by the slightest wind
Of dismay.
.
.
.
Thoughts at 4 am
Dec 2017 · 788
A Hockey Table
Mike Virgl Dec 2017
Sit there and stare
Its another game of pins
At those lanes of ours
And I sit there and stare

Four people bowl today
Like that one day long ago
Long ago, is time so old?
It grows longer still

How does time fly?
Can I still remember?
The details are fuzzy
But I remember her face

A sudden boom draws me away
As the ball rolls and rolls and rolls
My friend cheers with happiness
And all of the pins fall down

I smile but quickly lose my grin
Moving my head I avoid the smile
Avoiding everything in general, I suppose
I move my gaze to look to it, again

How distant a memory can feel
Yet be so real to me
And how fond it can be
Even though you probably remember so little

I remember my first look that summer day
Her hair, her jeans, and her smile
Her eyes shone into mine, her voice
Oh god her laugh replays and replays and replays

How can a room be so full of emotion?
I see it in my mind and laugh
A laugh that comes from deep within
Nudged by a touch you feel from a memory

"It's your turn to bowl Mike!"
I start out from a daze
My friends look at me impatiently
How could I blame them?

It was our last day, what was I doing?
I did it everyday, looking into the past
At that hockey table that I adore
Or maybe just the things attached to it?

I get up and grab my green ball
And looking down the lane
I count ten pins in all
Everyone of them stands

I look back and see the table
There is a couple playing
Both of them jeering and cheering
Both of them as happy as can be

I see the male one on the right side
Won the woman seventeen stuffed animals
From the claw game adjacent to
Where they cheer and jeer from

A smile creeps across my face
And I gaze to the scoreboard
"80" tenth frame, second throw
My friend threw the first one for me

Well 80 may be bad, but I am distracted
However, I would not trade it for anything
Because everything falls from concern
When I think about everything about her...

"MICHAEL BOWL!" One of my friends shout
I turn and laugh, smiling all the while
She does not know it, but she just did it
Made me think, and forced me into action

I turn and look down the lane
Counting the pins again
I exhale and hold the ball to my face
I step my foot forward and release

Swiveling my head I search for the couple
But they had already left, leaving that room
However I see they left two stuffed objects
A red freckled cat and a brown dog next to each other

I smile, and I grin, and I laugh
Looking almost insane
I turn around to see the pins left
There are none, and I still have one more frame...
Romance inspired by a wonderful memory
Nov 2017 · 379
An Angel
Mike Virgl Nov 2017
Let her eyes invade your heart
As she spreads her arms apart
To embrace your weary body

Slowly her mouth forms a smile
Now another image to file
For her dimples appear in the frame

Softly, her hands move over your chest
Lodging themselves as your lips caress
To join in a perfect union

With legs so smooth to run across
You let the road become your boss
And let your fingers fly down that path

The warmth of her thighs siezes your mind
  Pushing you closer into a bind
As she entraps you with her legs

For the curly, red pushes in your face
A dream to live, for you see my tatse
Is exactly what I keep describing:

Brown eyes to keep me to the earthy ground
Red hair to make passion without a sound
And pale skin the sign of an angel

And...

Moving to get lewder than that
I must describe her every flat
And curved surface that I love

But I will keep that to myself
Because I never want anyone else
For she is truly too beautiful
She is an angel not a human
She really is beautiful
Nov 2017 · 528
My Heart's Desire
Mike Virgl Nov 2017
Who am I?

I am born anew
By killing my past
While still holding onto "who?"

I reinvent my actions
To prove I am more than consequences

With every dagger slash
I cut the ropes bounding me

I am born anew
With fire in my heart
The heat pumping through my veins

The inferno is for you, my Iilium
I will now release it, and let you feel its warmth too
Sorry I haven't written a poem in a while, things have been going on in my life and I've been looking to reinvent myself. This may not be the best poem in the world but I needed to give a status update. Hope you enjoy it.
Oct 2017 · 214
BEACHFRONT HOTEL
Mike Virgl Oct 2017
He checked out friday
A year or two overdue
He left in a hurry without you

From that sleepless night
That broke him down to the ground
A self revelation he had found

Yes! He found himself
Too long had he tried to be
Lost in that hotel just off the sea

Now it would begin
A life he would live and should
Live to be free, unless, well she could...
Who knows? I don't
Oct 2017 · 417
A Florist
Mike Virgl Oct 2017
How do you obtain the grower of love?
Will it take the flight of another dove?
To reach the skies and receive the light
How blinded I am by your helpless sight
No longer should you be so bold or rash
To sit is to run and avoid the lash
And look to the ground to soak in the red
A flower takes time to grow from the dead
From seed and patience this rose did arise
To kiss the grower, a pleasant surprise
I did this poem for English class. it is (I hope) in perfect iambic pentameter, however I may come back to revise it if I see a mistake. This poem is dedicated to a renewed hope, and wonderful feelings of happiness.
(Updated)
Oct 2017 · 356
Cupid
Mike Virgl Oct 2017
Never give a blind man this power
For he will use it for evil
Causing thousands in their youthful flower
To only strive for one purpose

For when afflicted by his poison puncture
No longer do they move onward
They are assured, convinced by a sound structure
That they must keep climbing one tree

Did any of them reach their destination?
What branch did they wish to climb to?
Were they forced by intense fascination?
Why do they no longer explore?

A summation must be made to explain
my answer

They have become polarized by sunny seams
The top of the tree is so close
Yet continuing the tree with glowing gleams
Grows far above their tiny heads

So then they sit and wait in the tree
On a branch they stay for days, months, even YEARS
for one purpose

And they all wonder the same question
Is it dedication to simply compromise and go with the growth
or is it hopeless, and meaningless?

The answer to the question
I do not know
But there is one thing evident
Cupid uses only one arrow
And never misses his mark
Oct 2017 · 191
men change
Mike Virgl Oct 2017
He is kind
He does love me
He does only goodness
Never let me go

with affection, his lips parted
revealing something innocent
with reflection, i stepped forward
reminiscent of something past...

held infection, this burning sear
branded and banded us together
held deception, it slept beneath
forever dormant until now...

What did happen to love?
Is ours just gone?            
                                   Is it?

tears cascading, it is too late
anger is building in your face
tears bombarding, is this my fate
brace for the beating i await

He is captor
He does not love
He only hurts
Let me go
This for a friend. All realtionships seem fine on the outside. And everyone changes with time as they eventually show their true colors
Sep 2017 · 301
My friend...
Mike Virgl Sep 2017
will old embers burn anew?
i pray they lie smothered
while i set forth a fire
to take hold of your heart

its gripped mine
and threatens to break it
unless you share the pain
and bear this infectious pressure

...but i know i will die alone
...with this ticking in my chest
...you have found your man
...i am just one among the rest

how could i compete
this man left you
just to come back
before me...

i was always there
never cared for
until the day before
he changed your mind...

and so you left from me
for a friend of mine
a friend of yours
an amazing man...

he deserves you more...
Idk anymore
Sep 2017 · 294
Regrets
Mike Virgl Sep 2017
with a door set forth
it lay open in his mind
with his hand he waited
it never opened to his eyes

fantasy rules in our heads
when inaction enforces tyranny
upon mortal hearts and souls
dying with every blink

we are just mortal yes?
why do we think actions will fail
when no one will remeber them
they fade as everything does

Live life to breath
And breath to live
My the devil take his hand
From out of my scarmbled brain

So I may choose
With a new foucus to fuel me
I will not be bogged down
By my missed opportunities

all because I am blind
to everything real in front of me
i was living in my head
never outside it

for it was safe...
it was...
This was written to communicate my message i really want to get out there... regrets are the worst things to die with

P.s i made all the postive advice lines start with a captial because i feel it is important to draw foucus there, it is not a typo
Sep 2017 · 347
today was mixed
Mike Virgl Sep 2017
Everything is good
The sun is shinning
But the wind breaks the heat

I walk and shiver
I see the grass is greening
Except for one yellow blade

Looking out past
The people walk calmy, but quick
Right past a homeless mans feet

Giving him my shoes
I walked along looking back
To see him trade them for a hat

Barefoot now
I walked along an even surface
Even though it was graveled

Walking quick and light
With two young fresh legs
I splashed through a puddle

Bathing in the warmth
I let it soak into my skin
However quickly it became cold

Then I spotted her
My friend from across the field
Just a friend...
Its good... just good
Sep 2017 · 424
To Myself
Mike Virgl Sep 2017
Propelled by what?
A forces driving
To cliffs edge
Thinking of something
He could never commit

However, sadly the mind
Breaks every now and then
To release a flood?
To retrieve releif?
Or to pass a test?

But we never get any answers

For after broken
The mind is gone
Orginal thought flies
Far from the mess
It enabled to prosper

Left we are
With the mans body
Hallowed out by attempt
His answers he speaks
Saying only one thing

"Never allow a series of events"
"To spiral to such a low as mine"
"To cliffs I conquerd"
"To chasms I fell"
"All for a red sunset"

No one had the heart to tell him
The sun does not shine at night...
Everythings darker in moonlight
Aug 2017 · 294
The Cyclical Demon
Mike Virgl Aug 2017
Even the sun
Dripping with fire
Slowly dips
Until there is no more
Light
The moon is but a reflection
and with retraction of waves
The skies pulls inward
Dotted with past
corpses
But one did outshine them all
And it does everyday
But as he missed the moon
He touched the stars
And it hurt
To be reminded
of their state of being
Trapped in a shell
In a single sky
Only watched by one
Blind fool
The addict came back for more, and he got it again, and again, and again.
Aug 2017 · 350
Father
Mike Virgl Aug 2017
From war to war torn
The countryside lay
Another boy worn
From the front lines

His head molded grass
Cold from the day
And that gray pass
Where many men die

His fathers sound
Thrown from rampart
Flung to the ground
By gunpowder

"Father how could you?"
The lame echo
Fell in lieu to
Another shot

Yet across the sea
Past no mans land
A body left be
By loving hands

Hole in an old head
Red mixed with green
A piece of lead
Found its owner

The boys weakened flame
Died by old hands
Gripping the same
Righteous, gray gun

That gun is buried
Beside that man
The last bullet
Killed the killer

Yet where is the blame?
On one or both?
They died the same
With fatherly love
Basically I had this idea from the really disgusting concept of when in a very desperate situation like slavery, or threats from a group that is sure to **** an entire family, some fathers will feel the need to **** their family, by their own hands, rather than let them die by others. In this theory his family would not have to suffer. Which makes sense but is a grotesque idea to entertain.

This poem is about a boy who was shot by his father. They were both opposing each other and were soldiers of separate armies. The father shot his son because already he could see he was suffering and his father knew it would only get worse, so he shot him to end his suffering. However, he could not deal with the guilt of his action, so he ended up shooting himself as well. I liked writing this, and i hope you guys enjoy it.



P.S: For really crazy people read each last line in each stanza and put them together for a mini poem
Aug 2017 · 265
In Remembrance
Mike Virgl Aug 2017
I forgot when
I lost myself
But I remembered
when I did
Inspired by  Walt Whitman
Aug 2017 · 261
Unlucky, What a Chance
Mike Virgl Aug 2017
Just when I forget
Pushing it from vision
I see a picture

Perfectly
framed
Staring out a window
Aug 2017 · 300
my final say
Mike Virgl Aug 2017
"Move Forward"

I tried but something pulls me back
To my source along the foaming river
Lacking any course, I drown
In the rapids never to deliver
My message

"Move on Forward"

This tether cannot be broken!
To my core the anchor is a snug fit
A token *****, mine to hold
Deep in my chest, this bucket of ****
Weighs my broken soul

"Move on"

Do you not understand what you say
To just give up a hope so close to heart
To live today, is to end
All of myself and my loving friend

"Stop caring for me"

Look at you! Happy and smiling!
Bright and alert you drew me in!
With loving laughter and that little grin
Maddening and addicting sweet ***** of flesh
How could I not love
Such a wondrous nymph

"I am just one of many"

Yet the very best, of them all
Yet with my deceitful withdrawal
And sea-brimmed stare
You saw through the salt
and caused me to care

"I am sorry"

You cause everyday to be a blessing and a curse
For all I need is that toothy grin
For without it I become solemn
And hateful, and slothful and sinful

There is no need for an apology
All I need is to be set free
From the bond
You clasped over me...

So do me a kindness and get the **** out of my life...
Or promise me not to push away...
This was very hard for me to start writing I did not know where to start, I hope you like it, and understand this came from pure frustration, and honestly an awful place
Aug 2017 · 501
Humanity's Nadir
Mike Virgl Aug 2017
The clergy men often say
"Devout and holy we gather"
"Sit down for only we"
"Interpret god"

Did you remember the day?
When all the priests that stood
Gazing from under their hood
Lied plain for you

All promising that your pay
"Would go to our most pure father"
"His heavenly host cures"
"And leads us home"

Yet, look what they did to pray
For that little girl did
Kneeling down as pearl did
For Father or for God?
Innocence stolen by men forced to dire actions by an ancient society of hypocritical monsters.

This just has been an idea of mine I've been working on, it may not be that great.
Jul 2017 · 233
Tomorrow
Mike Virgl Jul 2017
Hope is always there
Here is tomorrow again
How absolutely

Wonderful

How nice it is now
Hope still running forth to me
Healing daily wounds

Blissfully

Hark!? Where is my hope
Has it left for me or from?
Have I no more hope?

Unfortunately...

You will always have hope
To allow you to breathe

But when tomorrow never comes for you
It is best you remember that memory...
Well... ****
Jul 2017 · 303
Apprehensive Tendencies
Mike Virgl Jul 2017
it was a lie
I let myself go on
and on and on and on
and I can't stop it
without a true answer
what is there?
or was?
will?


what was will
never be
again
but continue
the horrifying cycle
This is my worst work but i needed to put it out there because I've had horrible nerves this entire day because I don't know if I messed up real bad with a friend...

Also thanks to A for this idea I got this idea from you I love your work!
Mike Virgl Jul 2017
"The waves are coming in"
By an ocean they both sat
"Would you finally care to join me?"
He said with a redundant, doubting smile

She looked at him from the place she sat
She peered at him from the place she sat
"Only because I wish to speak to you"
And with that she got up, and went over to him

Oh god did he shake when she sat next to him
Quivering and fearing the light from the sun leaving
He looked at the symbols around and almost gave in
When all of a sudden she made everything change...

"Look the waves are coming in"
She said with a genuine smile
"Care to join me?"
And she laughed

Suddenly he realized this was no punishment
But the very mood was set for them
The rolling waves, the darkening sun, and the tide closing in...

Talking for awhile he found himself slowly melt
Into a pool of happiness and joy
And in turn she matched his body
And together they crept to join

But soon the sun got dark
While sitting on that beach
And the tide was finally closing in
He gripped her hand and asked if she would stay

"I already answered that haven't I?"

And then the water washed over
Warm and inviting they were pulled in
Drowning together
Their embrace only emerging stronger
It's all about her, it always was, and it always will be, for who can see a life without her? She may not always be there or want to be seen, but she is finally there.
Jul 2017 · 338
Humility Never Seen
Mike Virgl Jul 2017
Thunder rolling over head
Hunching over the deary man said
"Everything is a lie"

Delirious from a modern revelation
Effecting his push to move on
Among the many weary from thought
The thought of the millions of piles
He is allowed to stand upon

"Oh god what are their names, dear
    god please tell"
For the foundation is built, upon the
    blood we till

All while the cycle repeats

Hundreds of millions of individuals
    we pile high
Uttering senseless words in a unifying
    cry
"May I always be alone in this mass"
"Belonging to a useless lower class"
"Love me always for I endured"
"Every hardships to try to keep
    pure"

"My god how many are there" the
    dreary man asked
Anonymous characters looked at him
    from the past
Never tainted by the words of history
It has been freaking me out recently how little we will accomplish in our lives or can. Our lives are so short and fragile, so we really have to jump at every opportunity we get to do something. Billions of people have been forgotten, and the numbers grows everyday. Sailors, priests, bakers, farmers, soldiers even kings have been completely forgotten. I will too someday and thats scary but also humbling and we should respect them, the millions lost to time...
Jul 2017 · 260
A Walk Down the Beach
Mike Virgl Jul 2017
Walkin' on the edge of land
Gripping hold with weary hand
Staggering over I fall to stand
What do I see?

For the end of the road is near
And spitting out at the end of the pier
A land locked farmers fear
Of the unknown

The blue waters, rising sea
Began right where you can see
All the clearness after the foamy brine
Forming a line

To divide the truth of heart
You find you can not pull them apart
The end of land is where it starts
A blue monster
I had a weird realization of how we see the sea, ocean, lakes, etc. We can see it as an end of land, or a start of sea, we can see it as a nightmare or an adventure, it can be peaceful or turbulent. It just kinda speaks to me know, I'm in between the Pacific and Atlantic right now. Take that as you will.
Jul 2017 · 381
Glory to strive for
Mike Virgl Jul 2017
Look to this when you are hungry, and sinning
and look deeply into your vision, what do you see?
A man made marvel. That is all. Is that what you strive for?
To obtain nothing and hold it for god to see is simply heinous.
Unrepentant ignorance. So is that who you wish to be? The pathetic corner where no one treads, the person who has no future tense, and even the person who lacks any will. Constitution, I should say.
You are who you make yourself, after all who controls everything you do? Inaction and action have the same power, so decide. Choose for yourself, is it now, or tomorrow, or even better, never?
I kinda just made this for me to look at... i need a life coach
Jul 2017 · 458
Hereafter
Mike Virgl Jul 2017
Centuries stretch into decades
Decades crumble to years
Years dilute to months
Months spoil to weeks
Weeks transform to days
Days pass through hours
Hours scramble to minutes
Mintues fall onto seconds

And it goes and goes
With a logramthic speed
While I stand still
To contort some truth:

Man made measurments meticulously made
May mark mere moments
But
With words witheld within
Wallowing waves wash white, "whys?"
Away.

And...

I speak in riddles as I should
When faced with nothing
But left with the word "could?"

Could of? Of course. Could I? Yes.
I could do anything, definitely
But no I would never
It is a hopless endeavor

And death ushers who it will
And brings their heart to a still
As we all look to how old
To comfort us
From death's hold

For his grip is unrelenting, arbitary, overreaching and perpetual
Nonsensical greatgrandmother you inspired me

I swear im crazy *** is this
Jul 2017 · 286
Fantasy
Mike Virgl Jul 2017
Where is my flower
Her flowing hair, with red stains
O Where is my saint
Jul 2017 · 1.4k
Sandwich
Mike Virgl Jul 2017
I saw a beggar pass me by today
On my way to catch a train
I offered him a sandwich
"No" he said in pain

"Sir, just take it there is no need to pay"
But my offer fell in vain
"I need you to consume it"
I held out my chain

He seemed to move closer
But turned his head away

"Do you want it, use your words for god's sake!"
I said hoping to provoke
"Speak an answer, yes or no?"
I hoped to invoke

"I am offering you something you want"
This must be a twisted joke
"Please I want you to take it"
Suddenly he spoke

With a long, searing stare
He licked his lips and said,

"It holds no matter what I desire"
His eyes peered into my heart
"I-I do not look through rose tint"
He shattered apart

"If you saw in my eyes the memories"
His list stopped before the start
"And you know not what I want"
That phrase, simply art

He calmed down a little
And I decided to say:

"You want to be fed, I know this is true,
You cannot remove a past attached to you,
So, please eat and enjoy life"

He hesitated and decided
Then said: "Your bus has arrived"

And he faded away
I told this from the perspective of a friend
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