Life’s a circus, can’t you see?
We’re clowns with bills and therapy.
We chase our goals, we pay our dues,
Then trip on laces in our shoes.

We plan it out, we make it neat,
Yet fate just laughs and moves our seat.
The universe, with wicked grin,
Reminds us none of us will win.

But maybe that’s the secret key—
The joke is love, not victory.
To laugh, to cry, to dance, to fall,
That’s really what it means at all.

So here’s to mess and here’s to cheer,
We’re all just winging it down here.
If life’s absurd (and I suspect),
Then humor is the best respect.

The candle keeps flickering
Every time we bicker
It goes out
The flame
I keep having to relight the candle
Then keep going about
Its always the same

• We fight
• I relight the candle with the scarce light

The room used to be so bright with the light
When it would approach midnight
It'll look like the sun is out and about
But now, I can barely see a thing
Not even the biggest thing
Letting the shadows come out to play

I try my best
To fight back at the painful test
After the arguments
I look back at the room that's dimlit
My gaze fixed on the candle
The darkness around it is one I can't handle
Blood is constantly covering the candle
To simply relight the candle
Yet the flame won't spark

There's no point
There's no point.
The only thing I can do now is wait
Wait and watch the shadows come closer
To look at me like I'm prey
While you relax and watch

We die a little bit
Each day and each night
As we live every minute
Gleeful or glum under the light.

We die in our sleep
And rise again if we’re lucky
And blessed. This is deep
Few people are truly canny or savvy.

Believe not in all the glitters
When it’s time to go or to depart
Gravity behaves like deadly creatures.

We die every day and every night
A little mum or sharp under the weight
As darkness exists deep in the heart.

Copyright © July 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.

She observed the eagles gliding gracefully in flawless circles around her.
Up here on the mountaintop, the wind was her companion.
It murmured gently to her, "breathe deeply, it's time to live again."

-Rhia Clay

I wouldn't exchange a single moment or alter a second in the challenging universe of existence, for in surviving all those hard times, I discovered how to truly appreciate life.
Some of the happiest among us have braved the darkest nights, but darling, we know how to live; our scars shine oh so bright..

-Rhia Clay

Write me an obituary
and come to my memorial,
so we can say goodbye,
to every piece of me,
that ever once,
was wonderful.

Kiss the cold cheeks,
of everything I used to be—
the ways I used to believe,
the things I used to see.

Then you can come,
and stand beside me,
as I cry these tears again,
for every dream inside of me,
that will never live again.

To start living,
you have to shake off the dust of yesterday
and refuse to let it define you.
We are not our failures, we are not our mistakes.
We are not our incomplete sentences or lost words.
We are our future,
shining bright.

-Rhia Clay