Don’t smile with me if you don’t want to
Because I am not a mirror
Don’t be like a bluffer who gives me a black smile
In a strange, nervous and abnormal style
Because I am not a josher
Show me the genuine emotions of you
Give me something normal or natural
I am not asking for anything special
Just be yourself and I will appreciate it
Don’t give something unusual and vile
Flash me a normal, sweet and beautiful smile
Don’t give me a lot. I’ll be satisfied with a small bit
Because I want neither a black nor a blank smile
In a strange, white, hypocritical and unusual style
But smile, smile with me, if you mean it
And please don’t, if your smile does not fit.

Copyright © June 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.

Boy it has been a while
My has time flown
Long time no see
How have you been?

Words of pleasantries
Often heard too many times
Often the source of stress
What to say
Should it be the truth
or
Should it be mixed in with lies

Do these pleasantries really wish to hear an answer
or
Are they said just for something to be said
Are they said as a form of greeting?
How does one know when there is someone they can open up to?

Pleasantries,
Words that can take the joy out of socializing.
Every social function,
Every reunion,
Long time no see
How have you been
Anything new?

Boy has it been a while
Since I have walked into a room where greetings aren't needed.

Hello,
Hi,
Good morning,
Good night,
Greetings my friends,
It sounds like a chance
Like a start of something new
even when we're feeling blue
they connect us with strangers
and destroy the unknown dangers
And then "goodbye" is there
to end this whole affair
To leave us in peace
so I could write this piece
I'm just a silly human writing a poetry
who doesn't know how to rhyme- a tree

Hello,

I am Void
My existence is unknown

These words you are hearing are unspoken whispers
You will not answer
You will not notice

For, I do not exist
Not in your corner of reality

I am far off
Like a star hung in the night
You will not see me when I die

I am Void
I am the dark nothingness which you created
I am the emptiness you gave me
And you will not see me when I die

For, you have never seen me at all

Empty and shaking
I sound insane
But I really am
So I guess it's ok
Cries turn to laughs
Cries for humor
Laughs for help
Wring out the arms for blood
And the eyes for lies
Pooling on the floor
Seeping through the tiles
Karma’s a *****
But I’ll do you one better
Look you in the eyes
And I twist the weapon
Not for the fun
For the revenge
On all those that scared me
On all those who helped me
Laugh out the last of my guts
Cry out my lungs
Always the same
Repeating sensations
Fleeting rotations
Murderous flirtations
Mourning probations
But it's worth the pain
And the fear
And the guilt
For the ties and knots
They clog up my throat
To appear in my windpipe
And disappear in my scars
Hold back no words and show no silence

"Hii!"

Roses are red,
So many had said,
Violets are blue,
I know it is true,
I'm red and blue too,
I don't know how,
But I'm new here at the website Hello Poetry now,
So… nice to meet you!! ^^


-Mishka Wayz ^^