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So your sitting there talking on the phone
but in your statement your standing all alone

You can’t play the game of a one time mistake
you’ve done it before, so we know it’s all fake

A defense against an attack never made
you were the one who started the charade

To pin the blame on those that you hurt
put all those around on heightened alert

A stalker, a hater, a bully and the like
the names you called, putting a friendship on strike

But it never seems to be that you think it through
cuz every single one only applied to you
They started it up again, with someone who used to be someone i wanted to call a friend
Sophie 9h
If you walked the same steps as me,
maybe you would understand
my dragged feet that scrape the ground.
Oxygen is the breath of my life,
but also
long hours and low pay.
Problems that cannot be solved.
Distraction and dull entertainment.
Endlessly repetitively
while civilized society applaud.
“Live, live, live, live.”
A social commentary



Please stop shooting

Please stop shooting me

Please stop shooting us---

Bullets flying everywhere

Killing others like they don’t care,

Even when you’re in they are or not in the cross hairs

Of an enemy that don’t care or swear

To get rid of us all

Once and for all.



If you’re black you die!

If you’re brown, you die!

If you’re gay you die!



One by one they die,

Be prepare to meet your maker, why

Because we don’t want you here.



On the streets runs red blood

To every person in my neighborhood

Plain and simple you don’t belong here!



Here’s my gun in hand

Ready to **** everyone from my land---

You don’t belong here.




Hate spills out on the streets,

To every person we do meet---

You mean nothing to me!



The hell with your religion and such,

The hell with you because of how I hate so much

The sight of you so I **** them all!



This my gun my oath to ****

Die if you must but still

I don’t want you here!



This is hate heard out loud

From with guns shooting proud,

Because you don’t belong here!



This is my gun my sworn duty

To **** as much and as many,

Simply you don’t belong here!



They killed Malcolm X and Dr. King

Because they wanted the same thing,

And you have no right here



Too many of you cluttering up my space,  

Too many of you taking away from us this human race,

Because you don’t belong here!



This is my gun my creed

To get rid of people like you with speed,

And don’t belong here!



The lies you tell of our children in school

The lies and breaking of rules---

Because you don’t belong here!



Your skin is too dark for me

Only my whiteness can set me free

Because you don’t belong here!



Please don’t shoot

Please don’t shoot me!

Please don’t shoot us

At the end one by the graves of those died!



One by one of those dying while bullets fly,

Flying all over the place

Killing every soul and sweet little face

And they don’t care.



The voices echoed in the air,

Of those who died while death don’t play no favorites or play fair,

Defining God in His face

How dear them!



Please stop shooting me

Please stop shooting

Please stop

Please...

Silence.



June 2020
Where's the trust?
Where's some loyalty?

What did they do with the respect
that came with shared courage,
with the common courtesy that competed
so well with the tired and bitter?

When did the fear win?
When did suspicion succeed
in dividing us? When did we fall?
And how long can we wait?

How long will we wait
for our disquiet
to override our distrust?
To make us love again.

And what if we don't?
What if it never happens?
What if we never forget to lock the door?
What if this is as good as it gets?

But what if we do?
What if we get to try again?

We’d go for a 4 in the morning walk.
We'd pick up some warm rolls,
And I wouldn't worry about the cracks.
Watching the movie, As Good As It Gets (1997) with Helen Hunt, Jack Nicholson and Greg Kinnear.
Kritika 4d
Maybe I should've stopped him more.
Like a moth, drawn to the flame of my silence.
no matter how warm it feels,
too much light is bound to burn.
Even if he is happy now,
he might wake up
with ash in his mouth.
Sometimes,
I am afraid of your unconditional kindness--
like rain falling on a paper house.
Beautiful,
but destined to collapse.
Even if it's a fleeting connection,
I am afraid that one day...
you might regret me.
1DNA 5d
You say I have an attitude
'Cause I don't mingle a lot?
Sweetie, you need a wording check —
That's called being left out.

Even if I preferred the space,
It doesn't make me an egoist.
There's a term called "introverts" —
Do add it to your vocab list.

People like you destroy innocent souls,
All for the need of your own
Self-satisfactory goals.

People like you don't deserve praise —
Instead, y’all need dents on your face.
For luring us into your sweet-scented trap,
Expecting joy — all we got was crap.

I curse at you loud in my head,
But when it comes to words,
It just can't be said.

And now I'm trapped in your sorcery,
With nowhere to go.
It just keeps repeating —
The seed's been sown.
To J & S, who think I have an attitude, because I always sit alone and don't mingle with people. They think I don't talk to anyone because apparently,  I feel everyone is "inferior" to me and don't deserve "my time". N now a lot of ppl think I actually have attitude! Way to go! Thank you for ruining my already ruined life! :)
Ash 6d
no
they said it
and its over
i am done
and i am leaving
to a place i can be freely
i am dancing upon
the waves of pains
a single girl forever
unloved
unheard
unknown
unspoken
i recently just asked someone if it was over or if we could start over?
he said we are done,its over.so here i am single again
God laughs when fools behave like racists
All persecuted individuals are His children
God laughs when a few are obviously chosen
And receive preferential treatment under the basis
That the lighter complexion is superior and better.

God created one race. The same blood flows like a river
In all God’s children veins. This blood is red, not amber
God laughs when a few are obviously chosen
All persecuted individuals are His children
The lighter shade is neither superior nor better.

Fools love to divide, to disunite in order to conquer
God laughs when extremists comport themselves like fools
God does not like when his children are treated like tools
All persecuted individuals are His children
God laughs when a few are deliberately chosen.

Copyright © May 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Beckett May 13
nothing is working, I cant risk my sanity just for another loose end, my mind feels numb and I cant think. all i want is to feel something. nobody knows me, at least not who i am, my minds spinning in circles, this might be the end, nothing fits, its all just there, thought after thought no beginning or end, please someone help me, I just need a friend, everything's dying and I'm going insane, I want it to end or want to feel loved, inside I'm crying or dying at this point they're the same
Kalmia lilies May 12
To disappoint me was your goal
Disappointment is your goal ? Isn’t it ?
As a father i believed in my son,
As a professor i believed in my student,
But as a man you disappointed me

This is overdramatic, eight
I want to tell you
How much i love you
But i cannot reach you anymore
I’m crying out for help
Just *** and fun we said,
Of course just fun and ***…

Everything was under control
My hands held my
Light
Obsession
Vulnerability
Envy

I look in your deep brownie eyes,
I read in your mind like I always do
Just to see what you don’t want to say
Pick some words; expressions on your face;
Your smile I can tell that we both know
How this situations is out of control
Everything can’t be under control
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