#mourn
You´ve made a prison of your mind,
and locked my ghost inside.
Are you scared what you might find,
with your arm around the bride?
You still mourn the girl beneath,
my ghost caught in between your teeth.
3h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 3:22 PM UTC
There’s certain roads
you already know are dangerous
before you drive down them.
Doesn’t stop people speeding
through anyway.
That’s social media.
Everybody watching everybody.
Everybody comparing.
Everybody peeking through windows
they were never invited into.
And love?
Love doesn't breathe properly there.
Not real love.
Not the kind that’s meant to last.
I saw it early.
Little things at first,
who liked what,
who watched too quick,
who suddenly felt comfortable
speaking on things
that weren’t theirs.
Jealousy moves strange online.
Doesn’t always look aggressive.
Sometimes it’s just presence.
Too many people standing around something intimate
until it stops feeling intimate at all.
That’s how trust dies now.
Not with cheating.
Not always.
Sometimes it dies from exposure.
Too many opinions.
Too many eyes.
Like leaving something warm
out in the cold too long
and wondering why it changed shape.
And I started realising,
if I wanted this to survive,
something else had to go.
Me.
Or at least the version of me
that lived online.
That loud version.
That visible version.
That constantly available version
people felt entitled to.
Because every post became politics.
Every interaction became evidence.
Every delay became suspicion.
And I was tired.
Tired of defending normal things
like they were crimes.
Tired of heat
coming from places
that claimed they supported me.
Funny how quick people switch
when they realise
you’re serious about someone.
That’s when the little comments start.
The indirect stuff.
The weird energy.
Like they need access to you
to feel comfortable.
And once they lose it,
they resent the person who
didn’t ask for it
in the first place.
That’s ugly.
I wasn't going to let that near us.
Not properly.
Because I’ve seen what happens.
Love starts performing instead of living.
People stop talking to each other
and start reacting to audiences instead.
Trust turns fragile.
Then defensive.
Then gone.
And once trust dies,
that’s it.
People think relationships end
with one big moment.
Most don’t.
Most die slowly.
Like heat leaving concrete after rain.
Quiet.
Gradual.
Nothing dramatic.
Just one day
you realise the warmth ain’t
there anymore.
I couldn’t let us become that.
So I made a choice.
Not easy either.
Because people act like
deleting yourself online
means nothing.
But when you’ve put years
into something,
music, thoughts, memories, identity,
it feels like setting fire
to a version of yourself
while still standing inside it.
Like watching your own silhouette
disappear from lit windows.
But some things matter more.
And if the cost of protecting peace
was becoming less visible,
so be it.
Roads are quieter now.
Phone colder.
Less noise.
Less people pretending concern
just to stay connected to your business.
And honestly?
Good.
Because I’d rather lose an audience
than lose something real
trying to entertain one.
So yeah,
this is goodbye.
Not out of weakness.
Not because I’m controlled.
Because I finally understood
that not everything sacred
needs spectators.
Some things survive longer
when the world
can’t put fingerprints on them.
And if love means
killing off a version of myself
that was never truly at peace anyway,
then let it die properly.
I’ll mourn it later.
But I won’t regret it.
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 4:08 PM UTC
May is the month of Saint Marie
May is the month of love
May is the month of all flowers
May is the month of all Mothers.
Let's celebrate all Mothers
Those who are poor and are living in huts
Those who are rich with fake eyelids
Those who are small with high heels
Those who are lofty in a giant pair of trousers
Those who are educated, stylish and sophisticated
Those who live sadly in the street corners
Those who worship the ****** Mary
Those who mourn, pray and smile.
May is the month of Mary
May is the month of love
May is the month of Mothers
May is the month of all flowers.
Let's celebrate All Moms
Those who bathe in the pond of misery
Those who wander hopelessly the streets
Those who are discouraged and disappointed
Those who toil every day
Those who practice love
Those who need to be rescued
Those who mimic the styles of Mary
Those who kneel, sing and laugh.
May is the month of Saint Marie
May is the month of love
May is the month of all Moms
May is the month of the all mums.
Copyright © May, 2016 Logerie Hébert, All rights reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 9:03 PM UTC
and in my darkest days
my lowest points
i sometimes think if i had to choose
i would choose not to have ever been born
rather than grieve
to relinquish all of life’s wonder
to deprive myself of the beauty of this world
for all the joys and splendor of this life
no matter how succulent
some days i would have given it all away
i’m already mourning those with breath
Apr 13
Apr 13, 2026 at 12:14 PM UTC
A long time ago, I placed my heart inside of a box.
Just an ordinary one
- nothing too elaborate or beautiful.
No ornate carvings, no special material like marble or gold or steel.
I buried that box so no one would ever be able to reach the broken thing inside of it
- but then you happened.
I went looking for it,
only to discover that you had already found it.
Cradling it as if it was something precious instead of diseased pieces.
I knew then,
you’d always have it.
Even if you somehow
put it back together,
removed the rot,
allowed it to beat again,
It would always belong to
you.
You were kind enough to give it back after you mended it,
passing it to me with a brightness in your eyes I’d never seen.
Though it’s back in my body,
no longer hiding in a box,
beating for ‘someone else,’
- It’s still yours -
waiting for you to come back
- to cherish it again like you once did.
Promise me, that if you ever return:
you’ll rip it right out of me,
place it in another useless box,
and set the entire thing ablaze so
I will never have to hurt anyone
for belonging to you when I’m not supposed to.
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 3:43 PM UTC
The meek and humble
Shall inherit the earth
But only after
I destroy it first
Love thy enemy
Love thy neighbor
Unless they are gay
Or have weird behavior
Funny how the bible says
Be meek and humble
And never better
Then the rest
But we all digest
The rich and powerful
And never let ourselves
Rest
We praise them as gods
While they poison us
We look at our neighbors
With disgust
The greatest lie
Is one hidden within the truth
So we read the Bible
But only skim through
We let the pastor tell us
What to do
Praise the rich
Praise the evil
Praise the ones on top
Your immigrant neighbor
Is the devil
Meddle in their affairs
But never care
Of the nefarious means
From the rich and powerful
The truth is
Being humble and meek
Is the way to live
But not on this power grid
Let them dine on our flesh
Let them poison our water
And dump all the rest
Let them seize control
Because they are greater
They're close to god
Because they're clearly on top
We are the weak
The pathetic
We are afraid
So we became stagnant
We turned our brains off
While they continued
To weaken us
Absolute control
This we've been told
We refuse to listen
We are afraid
Of death
We are afraid
Of nothing left
So we praise
The unafraid
And strong
The powerful
Who seem to belong
They don't
However
They are like us
Nobody is above
One another
We are all sisters
And brothers
Blood
Humans
Stupid
And in ruins
They are also afraid
More then any of us
They are so terrified
Of their Impending doom
Of life ending
Our life Force is only pending
That's human
We are born
And immediately consumed
In fear
The end is always near
The end being
Death
Our last breath
We still don't understand
So we create a master plan
Some say god
Some say spirits
Or trees
Whatever you want to believe
They say blood
Guts
Cannibalism
And poison
They say power
Control
Demons
On a stroll
They say ******
Succubus
Vampirism
And lust
They can't control
Death
So they control
Us
They can't be immortal
So they ****
Us
The absolute evil
Aren't devils
They're us
They're afraid
They're people
They're human
They're stupid
Flesh and blood
Filled with lust
And despair
Empty
On a golden chair
They preach a Bible
Down to the shackles
Of our town
They look down
And laugh
They mock
And torture
In ways
Our minds can't endure
No matter what they learn
What they control
They still don't know
Nobody knows
That's how it goes
We all die
And we all
Are afraid of why
They decided to live a life
Of power
And guts
Control
It's ******* nuts
This short life
I want to live
In light
Not strife
I want to delight
In love
And kindness
Freedom
Not blindness
I want to share
And explore the earth
Not despair
And watch it burn
But we're here
In this tortured world
We're here and I'm concerned
It'll never change
It'll be the same
Until we decide
To reclaim
Our own power
Our own joy
Stop letting these so called gods
Deploy
Mass destruction
On others joy
Stop letting the vampires
Consume us
Start fighting
Stop denying
Start trying
Stop the lying
I want
I want
To see
This world
It can't be
Make believe
Humans can't all be
Evil
Or am i
Still being
Deceived?
Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 3:53 PM UTC
Your name is whispered among the leaves.
Wilting my fragile remembrances of your agony.
A night on a typical January began a withering droop.
We were together in breath - yet separated by death.
It held your hand beside me, taking you quietly.
Through sweet blossoms searing inside me.
In damp veins of red sentiment.
Poured from a fading resentment.
Consuming every remaining hue of Rose.
To the bouquet we held close.
Forgive me,
I suppose…
-
You hear me walking in between the leaves.
Throughout the same which saw me leave.
On a night unlike others; holding ourselves.
Daring to face death at its eyes like rebels.
Keeping your hand in trust and loudly.
With blossoms sprouting behind me.
Moist heartbeats keeping us in a run.
Through resent which is now undone.
I remember the first bouquet…
That drew me close to you ray.
I still love you,
while I’m away.
Jan 4
Jan 4, 2026 at 10:34 PM UTC
you are not dead yet.
still, i hope to mourn you someday—
a better version of you, at least.
i read somewhere,
"i alter you
every time
i remember you".
i hope to remember you well—
not much, not often.
sometimes i hope
i won't remember you at all.
the child in me grieves and stirs,
and tantrums at the thought.
there must be a part of you
worth remembering,
or maybe a whole lot of you
worth forgetting.
something to be salvaged.
you are not dead yet,
but i mourn you in life.
guilt boils in my stomach,
and you've fallen asleep on the couch.
i must remember
to turn off the stove.
i must remember
you are not the version of you
i feel guilty for.
i try to think of her,
but think of you.
i try to think of you,
but i get her.
and i stir the *** long enough
to remember to turn the stove off.
you are not the version of you
i feel guilty for.
you are not dead—
not yet.
Dec 25, 2025
Dec 25, 2025 at 10:44 PM UTC
you kept on saying tomorrow
next week
next year
and now the end is here
you had all that fire, and all that passion
but you sat back and watched your dreams turn to ashes
Dec 5, 2025
Dec 5, 2025 at 10:04 AM UTC
In dreams, youre still alive. You seem, to have survived. You come back and I never want to wake up. But I do. As life goes on. Not the same without you.
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 6:40 PM UTC
My heart sings and cries a sad solemn cry
For it still screams in your lost memory
Your sight burns in the stars of the sky
For it is still etched in a tapestry
My eyes weep a sea of mournful tears
As I still cry for you once every night
Your laughter still rings in my deaf ears
For I still see your beautiful sight
My lips repeat your name every morning
As I call for you on every autumn's fall
Your picture remains carved and adorning
For I still speak of you as night befalls
____Tsuki no ume
Oct 27, 2025
Oct 27, 2025 at 1:29 PM UTC
I feel like dying, but I'm trying.
I'm so tired of this anger.
You get mad at me, think I'm lying;
always feel like I'm in danger.
Your inventions of intentions
never matched my thoughts inside.
Did you ever think to mention
when you noticed we had died?
I got these daggers in my back,
but my pride is still intact.
Let's stay together for the kid,
always trying to fix it.
Broken pieces on the floor —
push myself against the door.
Now I'm begging you for more:
forgive, restart it.
I think I'm dying; I'm going crazy.
You think I'm lying — I'm not lazy.
I'm just tired from this fighting.
You're a liar, so stop waiting.
So I'll use my ***** pen
to spill my hurt upon this paper.
The fighting starts again,
so my heart begins to waiver.
I'm on the edge again;
you're not listening.
I feel like falling, but I'm standing.
I'm so tired — my love is gone.
You yelled at me; I'm withering.
I won't miss you; you're not the one.
Your inventions of intentions
never matched my thoughts inside.
Did you ever think to mention
when you noticed we had died?
Doesn't matter if it's verbal;
keep thinking it is all my fault.
We keep fighting in a circle —
locked my heart inside a vault.
Won't you please just hear me out?
Your voice is always full of doubt.
Please don't make me have to shout;
I can't restart this.
I think I'm dying; I'm going crazy.
You think I'm lying — I'm not lazy.
I'm just tired from this fighting.
You're a liar, so stop waiting.
So I'll use my ***** pen
to spill my hurt upon this paper.
The fighting starts again,
so my heart begins to waiver.
I'm on the edge again;
you're not listening.
I will stand up, drink from this cup.
I regret this situation.
You can walk away — don't play cleanup.
Let's get out of this sick rotation.
Your inventions of intentions
never matched my thoughts inside.
Did you ever think to mention
when you noticed we had died?
I got these daggers in my back,
but my pride is still intact.
Can't stay together for the kid;
aren't trying to fix it.
Left the pieces on the floor —
now I'm going out the door.
I'm not begging you for more;
I won't restart it.
I think I'm dying; I'm going crazy.
You think I'm lying — I'm not lazy.
I'm just tired from this fighting.
You're a liar, so stop waiting.
So I'll use my ***** pen
to spill my hurt upon this paper.
The fighting starts again,
so my heart begins to waiver.
I'm on the edge again;
you're not listening.
No...
you're not listening.
No...
you're not listening.
No...
you're not listening.
Sep 25, 2025
Sep 25, 2025 at 7:27 PM UTC
Peace
On the operating table.
I wasn’t very faithful,
But ever since Death’s call—
I fear. for my life.
God save us all.
Adieu, adieu, adieu.
A tremor hits the old room,
Antiques and glasses crash,
Dust folds and my heart.
It's all gone.
Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 2:28 PM UTC
I know he's gone
passed through the window
we left open for him
when I visit now
the house is colder
for the loss of a
time traveller
who took the soul
out of this place
for me to move on
not mourn
the loss of my childhood
start living for tomorrow
not stuck in yesterday
Sep 1, 2025
Sep 1, 2025 at 9:12 PM UTC
When someone you truly love dies you are overcome with all
these strong emotions like rage and guiltiness.But the one that always wins is
sadness.You try so hard not to cry during the day just to go home at night cry
uncontrollably a river of sad filled tears. You think of all the good times you two had
and then you sink in to an elaphant sized depression.Knowing you can never do those
things agin for as long as you live.Every days a struggleit feels as if your dragging
two billion pounds behind you.You struggle every day to keep you head held high
when it feel as if your sinking in to a black whole of undiscovered territory.You feel
so weak almost as if you were carved out of ice. The sadness varies between days.Some
days you feel fine others you feel like some one has reached in your chest and
yanked your heart out and stomped it to the ground.
Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 5:19 PM UTC
I needed to change
So I changed
Again and again
I changed so much that I'm left to wonder
Was I better before?
Jul 17, 2025
Jul 17, 2025 at 6:34 PM UTC
You walked through life with strength and grace,
A shining light in every space
Your smile, a beacon in the dark,
Left an imprint, a lasting mark
Though time has taken you from here,
Your memory lingers, crystal clear
In every play of "Favoured Soul",
Your voice resounds like Madridistas shouting, "Goal"
Clement, though you are gone,
Your presence lives, it lingers on
In every laugh, in every tear,
You are still hear, forever near
Feb 22, 2025
Feb 22, 2025 at 11:44 PM UTC
Grief enfolds her shoulders
and her eyes look down
at all of those soldiers
under the ground.
Her thoughts fly
to the shadows around
who softly pass by
and frost all the sounds.
Rows of flowers will bloom
in the yellow-blue colours,
feel the silence and gloom.
Will she ever recover?
Says whatever she wants,
looks in eyes through the picture,
has no hope for response,
prays as said in the scripture.
She'll come later, bring some sweet.
How could she accept - this is it,
nothing left to complete?
How can her heart beat, how?
She is left with a vow,
who will love her from now?
An indifferent look at the stone,
all next minutes unknown.
Will she be all alone?
No more silly jokes again.
Sadness bowed her head.
All his deeds are not vain.
Rows of flags wave her grief,
truth is hardest belief
which you've got to achieve.
Unfortunately, pits are still empty
waiting.
She quietly reads words on bands,
stands.
She will say about devotion,
implosion.
She talks but he will not talk back.
Fact.
He lies with his brothers,
she'll live with some other,
A life is a moment,
it's not her atonement,
she isn't that weak,
just fatigue.
--
Ukrainian:
Журба за плечі обійма
і погляд опустився.
Прийшла в життя її зима,
немов кошмар явився.
Думки летять її туди,
де тихо ходять тіні
і від замерзлої води
проступить білий іній.
Ряди квіток цвітуть завжди
у жовто-синій гамі,
прийдеш помовчати сюди,
під цими прапорами.
Кажи що хочеш і дивись
в ці очі крізь світлину,
за спокій тихо помолись,
надійся на спочинок.
Ще прийдеш потім, принесеш
солодкого й смачного.
Як прийняти, що це вже все
і не вернеш нічого?
Як серцю далі битись, як?
скажіть їй хтось як жити.
Чи зможе хтось її ще так,
так сильно полюбити?
Чи засміється ще вона
від радості єднання?
Байдужий погляд, бо одна
в тяжких переживаннях.
Не скаже більше він, на жаль,
своїх невдалих жартів,
схилила голову печаль -
вона тепер на варті.
Ряди за обрій прапорів,
що майорять від туги,
розкажуть істину без слів
про болі, про наруги.
Пустують ями ще, на жаль,
чекають побратимів,
яких віддати мають нам -
ми віримо - живими.
Слова типові на стрічках
вона читає тихо,
побачити б в отих словах
для цього болю вихід.
Сказала б ще раз про любов
і як його чекала,
та думка холодила кров:
вона цю долю знала.
Ще поговориш ти, та він
вже більше не озветься,
востаннє зробиш ти уклін
розірваному серцю.
Він не один лежить,
вона ж одна піде додому.
І день як мить,
і рік як мить,
життя як мить,
лиш втома.
Jan 16, 2025
Jan 16, 2025 at 6:21 AM UTC
You are never far away from my thoughts or heart's embrace,
we are tethered between life states and alternate existences . . .
Believe me.
Jan 4, 2025
Jan 4, 2025 at 5:28 PM UTC
When the dream ends
And the dreamer dies
Would the world stop to mourn
Or would it continue its revolution;
With neither an impressive gun salute
Nor just a simple cry of sadness
How long until the warrior's song fade
Into the reality's cruel silence;
When the dreamer dies
He dreams of an eternal edifice.
Dec 9, 2024
Dec 9, 2024 at 7:34 AM UTC
He expects her everyday
longer than hope.
Sitting on benches,
leaving coffee cold.
Nov 21, 2024
Nov 21, 2024 at 1:22 PM UTC
A love like yours
Has got me weeping at unknown doors
To be heard,
To be mourned,
To be something,
Under this sky above.
I had to pray
Thunderstorms in my way
When you would never stay
A price too big you asked me to pay.
And I can't undo the candles
The lightning and the thunders
And the passion I poured into you,
You truly never had a clue
All I did was for you.
Oct 29, 2024
Oct 29, 2024 at 4:10 PM UTC
my beloved,
what do i do
if i never see you again?
what if
words exchanged
were the last ones
to be so?
what if i
were
never
able
to let go
what if i
have to
keep on
turning
in my grave
Oct 7, 2024
Oct 7, 2024 at 5:05 PM UTC