"vogel" poems
#sweet lord, girl..
I like the way your brain moves its thoughts into its own deeper
realms with each thing said. You have that rare gift of being able to
be your own internal/external Muse.. even while midstream within
the process of writing it all out.
Alone.. maybe more than you may think you want to be, you are
never lonely. A very rare thing indeed in the modern world, kid.
Very unique, and very very special.
(It is very much the truth..)
I would always hope for the gifted ones such as yourself, that you
would always and ever-increasingly be able to see your own
worthiness in yourself in being chosen to be a bearer of such a
wonderful gift. Kierkegaard was a chosen recipient such as you
(your rare mind's unfolding thought processes are in ways, much
like his), and through his own beautiful self-love, became.. through
his stewardship of the gift, the father of Existentialism. He felt the
Living Word within him, causing his wonderous mind to feel also,
through thought.. which in turn, churned deeply his
forever-goldmining heart, which in turn, mused his mind into deeper processings of the deeply-felt word's expressions--
ever-cycling.. ever churning within him, until every cell within his
electrified body became fully lit..
And out onto paper it all went.. as what was so beautifully
self-Mused within him was brought out from an internally-lit
darkness and into the full light of day. The deeply-searching, in you
is in relationship with the gifted Magical in you,
(which is also so very much you [the gifts are irrevocable]),
bringing out words and concepts/thought processes pretty much
previously unknown here in this world. Make your own self-Love..
self forgiveness.. self-acceptance, and self understanding.. all your Art..
And it will be your art that most blesses this world down here.
You've already got the goods, kid.. watch them become greatly
clarified in you as your own self-Love becomes your own finest art.
The gift, you already have-- clear as clear can be. Shame and
condemnation are powerful enough down here to make even the
most purest of pure, become obscure.
Mm.
Yeah, kid..
*"In the end..
The Love you take (in)
Is equal to
The Love, you make"*
Make your own self love, your goal-- surround yourself with
loving truthtellers who will love you for who you truly are.. rather
than what they want you to be (or think you should be) for them.
Clearly you are worth every single bit of it all.
~Paul
*(preston
M Vogel
F Unting Somethingoranother)*
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Jan 28, 2022
Jan 28, 2022 at 9:38 PM UTC
Ich will frei sein
Ich will mit Vogel fliegen
Ich will die Sterne küssen
Ich will Gedicht über alles schreiben
Ich will mit die Engeln leben
Aber kann ich nur jetzt schlafen
Aber werde ich nur jetzt traümen
I want to be free
I want to fly with birds
I want to kiss the stars
I want to write poems about everthing
I want to live with the angels
But I can only sleep now
But I will only dream now
May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 1:00 PM UTC
Today I got a new sketchbook with an embossed leaf on the cover-
saying-"Nature's Best."
And the inside was so white and clean
I was scared to draw in it
to mar the beautiful pages with the unforgiving
mark of a pencil.
Thinking that I wasn't worthy enough,
I didn't deserve
"Nature's Best."
The most beautiful song I've ever heard was sung by a German Choir,
and I remember thinking-
that maybe, German is a beautiful language after all
hidden only under the angry tones
of fighting and ugly
hurtful words.
Vogel im Kaff, it was called.
I'm not sure, but when I used Google translate-
it said-
"Word not found."
Maybe it wasn't in German after all.
And the people who tell me-
"Ugly."
"Fat."
"Why do you even live, anyway?
It's not like you deserve it."
I know. I know that I'm not worth anything
But sometimes, I actually catch myself in the mirror and think-
I look nice
I'm sorry. I'm sorry for thinking that. I'm sorry for hoping,
for believing.
I'm sorry.
And you know that feeling?
When you're in public
frantically searching for the right chord
on a piano song.
Sitting a spotlight undeserved
Playing for people who don't need to hear this
"music"
Like cracking open a egg and accidently mixing the yolk with the white
when you're trying to make a crème cake.
A desperate feeling that's sort of scary
because your brain knows that there's no way out.
I wish all minds had a delete button.
Throwing myself into learning different languages-
I thought that if I could speak
German, French, Italian-
then I would be exalted.
That somehow,
all of that would change my personality,
Who I was.
Guess we all have a "no refund" tag when we're born.
The type of people who-
"Belong everywhere, but don't fit in"
and the type who
"Don't belong anywhere-but fit in anyway-"
Which type am I?
A leafed page of the book,
folded over to conceal ***** words.
You know, if you look at a picture long enough,
what you once thought was beautiful will begin to peel and fade
exposing its unperfected innards.
If it's that scary to look at something already "satisfying"
what would it be like to look at something not even close to perfection?
Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 11:44 PM UTC
#Feb 27
*"Dear, complete and total ******* M Vogel:
Your account will be back to normal on Oct 27.*
Because our moderators have reviewed and agreed with the members' concerns about your work, this suspension cannot be reconsidered.
*Please read FAQs for more information..
Why did this happen?
'on **** love.. and helping my cute as **** stepsister become relational.' was removed for 'Inappropriate/Obscene'
Jan 18
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Love,
HP Moderation
(site de-scumbagging division)
"Hmmm..?"
~M Vogel
youtu.be/uXEUW792etk
*"umm..
I created this for children;; Children... understand?"*
~Elliot
youtu.be/54OYS_mZlBE
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Jan 17, 2021
Jan 17, 2021 at 5:50 PM UTC
Nothing feels better than the way that the lights feel when they hit you for the first time,
every time really...
They aren't just regular lights, or the sun.
Its when you step on that football field with two hundred of your closest friends,
The feeling when you see the crowd for the first time cheering for you, only you.
The shimmering of instruments gleaming and shining all around like brand new Christmas oridments,
When you see the Drum Major's face on the jumbo-tron and nothing else matters in the world.
The first note, the first step. Finally all the hard work pays off and tonight's the last night.
Running through the show you remember all of the smallest details, the steps the notes, you don't just go through the motions you feel the show, you live and breath it fully for that one night.
The last note.
All of the memories good and bad rush through your head.
You take in the crowd, the way it feels, the way it looks.
You feel the lights, they way they feel on your skin.
You see past members, seniors, freshmen and everyone in between.
You see Luke thrusting his fists in the air cause he knows we did it.
You see Berard, Vogel, and Greg running down the bleachers to reach us and walk us off the field.
The huddle.
We march off the field proper, collected, classy...
Once we're off we go into the huddle, Berard says his usual, he might cry some.
But then you see that one person that made it worth wild.
You rap them into a soul crushing hug crying your eyes out.
You feel the love of your other family, possibly your only family.
Crying of joy because you know you ripped your heart up and threw it out in the field.
Crying because its over, Crying because the one your holding is the one you'll miss the most.
Its better than words, more than a feeling.
Its a life style, its your life.
Its the feeling of the lights.
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 4:51 PM UTC
Nicht zu wissen wo etwas beginnt
Nicht zu wissen wo etwas endet
Wir haben vielerlei Möglichkeiten aber die Zweifel über das Ungewisse überwiegen
Fliege wie ein Vogel
sei frei von allen Ängsten und Zwängen und kehre nie wieder zurück
Die unendlichen Weiten am Himmelszelt
so träumerisch und unermüdlich wie die Ungewissheit
Jun 28, 2022
Jun 28, 2022 at 5:30 PM UTC
May 11th, 2012 to August 28th, 2018
R.I.P. My Best Friend
You were here for such a short time
I can feel your spirit
within me and around me
and in the pasture
with the others you left behind
You were one of a kind
Your personality like no other
You were King of the pasture
With some work and persistence
you learned to respect me as the leader of the herd (most days)
Our relationship grew into an amazing friendship
A bond like I've never felt before
You amazed me everyday
Your colors as beautiful as the sun
A coat mostly a deep red and gold
Your Mane and Tail mostly black with red highlights
Your movement was free and bold
Your gallop the best
Your Mane and Tail
blowing up into the wind
Your chest rhythmically drawing air into your lungs
Your nostrils flaring in excitement with some snorting too
When you arrived here into my pasture and my heart
You were a force to be reckoned with as a Stallion
Gelding you didn't change you into a docile horse as expected
Your personality was yours and nothing would change it
You were my favorite
You will forever be in my heart
I miss you everyday
I miss your kisses with your
warm and wet tongue
I miss you following me around to see what I was doing
I even miss when you tried to use my head as your chin rest
I didn't even mind when you were pushy or stepped on my toes
I loved warming my hands on your neck under your thick mane
I loved knowing that when I looked into your beautiful brown eyes
I knew you were looking back at me with love and understanding
It was the saddest night of my life when you had to leave us behind
The unfortunate accident that changed our destiny
A moment of time that
can never be taken back
That whole day is forever
emblazoned in my mind
You left us no choice but to send you back to God to run in
His golden pastures
You will never be hungry or thirsty or cold ever again
Best part is no more pain
Wild and Free forever
in the light of heaven's pastures
I will see you again someday
when my time comes
I know this in my heart and soul
You are physically gone from our lives but you will
never be forgotten
You are and will always be our Lucky
Always in the hearts of those that loved you most
I will love you forever
Author: Julia LaRae Vogel
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 12:23 PM UTC
Auch wann die hellleichte Sonne scheint
Auch wann den Vogel singt
Schöne Lieder, die alle tieftraurige Leute auch Leben gibt
Wegen dieser Entfernung
DV,
ich
vermisse
dich
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 7:30 AM UTC
Na heen en weer en her en der gestuurd te worden,
het horen van de straat en zien van duizend borden,
moest ik me even afgezonderd voelen, alleen zijn,
zalig, zielig, eenzaam, op en af koelen
in de zachte wind van mei.
Mijn hoofd is klei, mijn handen zacht.
Ik heb geen dag gewerkt en dat ook nooit verwacht.
Maar vroeg of laat droogt het op en zit ik vast
in onveranderbare vormen.
Lijden volgt op volgen van de normen,
hoewel afwijking ook kan storen,
ruik ik liever met mijn oren
of zie ik met mijn tong.
Zong de vogel ook maar in de winter,
sliep ik ook maar voor middernacht.
ik droom meestal later maar vind er
nooit iemand die lacht.
Ik sluit me op om te ontwaken
uit de vloeiende stroom van onbeïnvloedbaar gedrag
wanneer mijn uitgewanden staken
en ik genoeg heb van de dag.
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 8:19 PM UTC
#~M Vogel*
(sequestered from the status quo)
Sitting here in front of this screen
my Artist Peppino, across my thigh--
[the greater (for the time being)
giving way to the lesser]
One day, I will be able to breathe life
in to your strings, my love..
the way I do words, on to paper
And on that fine, glorious day
I will no longer need these cheese-dick
stupid ******* online poetry sites
to bring forth the music of my soul
Nor will I continually need to wade through
this never-ending barrage of classic hiders
and their bastardization-like misuse of poetry~
in order to hide behind the very words
that should be given the permission to make them
become, truly known.
There is no alone-ness within the magnificent resonations
of the perfectly plucked string
of the most perfect, of guitars
Like this one, sitting right here
in my lap.*
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Aug 24, 2020
Aug 24, 2020 at 2:45 PM UTC
I feel so alone right now
I look through my empty eyes
Just clinging to anything, anyone
I'm so tired, the pull is getting stronger
Sleep is useless, I dream no more
I'm being pulled into The Black Hole
I can feel that familiar emptiness
It's here, I don't want to fight anymore
I can feel It surrounding me
I'm inside looking out at life
Do I want to give up my life
Should I call out to others for help
Can I reach out with my hands
Maybe I'm too deep by now
Maybe I'll turn away and just fall
Do I really believe anyone cares
I can't decide, it's too much
I can see people I used to call friends
Maybe if I jump, I can grab the edge
Then I call out to anyone at this time
You heard my cry and turned to me
You reached out your loving hands
You took hold of mine, I felt different
The Black Hole didn't want me to go
I wrapped my hands around yours
You pulled, It pulled back with force
I was starting back up to the light
I looked up into your pools of life
I could see unrequited love there to
My heart and soul were overflowing
I could feel the grip of The Black Hole
This time, I chose to fight for my life
You pulled and I kicked free
At first, I felt very vulnerable
You wrapped me in Your arms
There are no words but I hear you
I feel and hear you in my soul
My depression blinded me from You
I was so wracked with my own issues
I forgot to look for a reason to pray
I forgot Your promise to all of us
Your promise to always walk with us
Your promise to always listen to us
Your promise to always care for us
All we need to do is to be humble and Pray and You will forever be there
When you feel like you have no one
When you feel like your life has let you Down and you can see It coming
Turn away, clear your thoughts
Humble yourself, get down on your Knees and pray
If we don't ask for what we need
With your voice, God loves to hear us
He can't help unless you give your Whole heart and soul and trust Him
He has promised to help us fulfill our Lives when you believe in Him
Jesus Christ is our only way to eternal Life, to be with God and your family
Jesus Christ pulled me from my Black Hole, my life is not perfect, I still live With problems in my normal life
The difference is I added Jesus Christ And God I Believe I have Faith
Written by Julia L Carlson Vogel
Please do not copy and pass as your work.
@Copyright Julia L Carlson Vogel
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 11:59 PM UTC
Forever no telling how clever till whenever I always remember what I do that's true like loving blue I love u.
For you im the best that's no guess you've been a bless like a blessing you can keep guessing am I a man? I am. And that's fa **** show! like this flow of a poem for you should know I live in your home your mine all mine its not a crime no lie not shy that's right.
You make me feel so good inside.. example... being told you have the ability to fly on your own free will. This Is so real. **** where'd you come from? I'm so in love, beats of a drum, I make you come, you make me run, you are my Sun and sky that's right id fight for your side for your pride for who lied and try to be the guy for you for life.. this is tyler vogel 2009.
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 5:55 PM UTC
#~M Vogel
asleep at the wheel
A smoothe sail, set
a body of water, deep
brings about the greatest need
for trust
And who are you to me
as we float?
And I, to myself whether under full sail
or land-locked,
the waves.. as they roll, will not scuttle
whether within a depth, beyond fathom
or a curbside built dam, a child-made puddle
there is nothing that can pull, down
but the weight of my own, bitter keel
and there's nothing in the ocean, lower
than the way, my own actions
can so often, make me feel
In this ocean, floating
there is a world of un-doing
and re doing
The water, being a conduit
pulling from me, nautical miles
of the, unforgiven--
an ocean of changing emotions
under late-evening skies of sometimes, torrent
pulling me deeper into the need to contain
the containment, of the need
The dark skies, are where I go
within the allowance of the need, to become freed
of all of these obligatory-vestments.
This ocean, so deep--
the one inside of me
carrying me away
to a place called, containment.
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Sep 10, 2020
Sep 10, 2020 at 7:22 PM UTC