#realist
I was born a minority
I was born a poet
A thinker, a dreamer, a lover
A realist, a doer or a maker
Not a puppet
I have a simple philosophy
Love thy neighbor
Like your brother or your sister
Sometimes, he is the first responder
Sometimes, she's the first rescuer.
I was born to love
To naturally be above
Everything that's negative
And to only think positive
I was born brave and optimistic
Nothing can make me pessimistic
I stay away from smoke and dope
Because I always dream and I hope.
I was born a minority
With a different philosophy
I was born brave, wise and kind
And I am unafraid to speak my mind
I abhor narrow minded people
Who're confused between blue and purple
Believe me common sense always prevails
Presently, you don't need the full details.
In was born under a different moon
Under an unusual rhapsodic tune
I enjoy the ebb and flow of the waves
It is a shame that the children of the slaves
Are being beat needlessly in too many places
In the streets, the racists still hold important aces
I am praying that God will remain alert and impartial
So all his children can have a life, which is great and normal.
I was born a minority
I was born a poet
A thinker, a dreamer, a lover
A realist, a doer or a maker
Not a puppet
Yet I have a simple philosophy.
Copyright © June 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
5d ago
May 29, 2026 at 6:04 PM UTC
You don't hear much about James T. Farrell anymore
The novelist and short-story writer known for his
realistic portraits of the lower-middle-class
Irish in Chicago, and best remembered
for his Studs Lonigan trilogy
A consummate realist in viewpoint and method-
who now will ever read the Danny O'Neill Pentalogy
or the Bernard Carr trilogy
He wrote about people who were
victims of injurious social circumstances
and of their own spiritual and intellectual shortcomings
He depicted human frustration, ignorance, cruelty
violence, and moral degeneration
with a sober, relentless veracity
And he determined that he would write
"regardless of the consequences."
"I have a lot of work to do," he said.
"I write 20 hours at a stretch;
I hate sleep and I fight it."
His sentences follow one another
like bricks in a well made row.
His prose is simple and direct,
powerful and blunt.
His courageous stance against Stalinism
took a toll on his literary reputation,
and later, as the naturalism he employed in
his best fiction slipped out of vogue,
his work fell into neglect and his star dimmed.
Jul 8, 2025
Jul 8, 2025 at 4:45 AM UTC
I don't want to wear
Resilience as a badge anymore
And honestly I wonder when
Resilience because such a compliment.
Like, why do I have to
Barely thrive to survive or feel praised?
And when did society start
To see hardship as a metric of accolade?
I don't need another thing
To solidify my strength
I just want to live in peace.
To be. To breathe.
I'm so tired of being tough
When is resilience resilient enough?
I don't want to wear this crown.
I just want to go lay down.
©KSS 6/2024
Dec 12, 2024
Dec 12, 2024 at 9:04 PM UTC
If it's not something others will do,
If their governments will not hold their leaders accountable,
Then we need the Paddys, the Svens, the Pablos to;
You cannot wait for a criminal
To turn themselves in,
For they never shall.
At their level,
They will avoid prosecution
Till they swim in the lakes of hell.
And meanwhile, how many
Will they facilitate in the deaths of?
How many innocents murdered?
How many must be "martyred?"
May 28, 2024
May 28, 2024 at 11:22 AM UTC
You were a pessimist who sought out the negative parts of everything
I was a realist with a dash of a grand optimist
I wanted to make you see not everything in the world was out to ruin you
You were sad so you did things sad people do, like look for errors everywhere
I was full of light so I tried to shine some of that onto you in any way
I wanted to brighten every part of your life in ways you were not accustomed to
You were depressed so you tried to push me away as a defense mechanism
I was resilient so I tried to push myself further into your life of darkness
I wanted to inch my way in until you had no choice but to see my smile and feel grounded
You grew to let people in and let people love you and your baggage
I was growing too so I tried to make sure we could grow together and not apart
I wanted to give you everything that the other me couldn't give to you
And I will.
Jul 1, 2021
Jul 1, 2021 at 12:08 PM UTC
ROMANTIC EMOTION
Only the eyes 👀 of realist could see the intensity of such beauty in her. I see beyond ****** expression. Her dentistry creates romantic emotion.
#C9_fm
Apr 20, 2021
Apr 20, 2021 at 10:55 AM UTC
One of the greatest curses in my life
Is understanding both sides to the story
But always being pinned as the bad guy for
"choosing a side"
Sep 5, 2020
Sep 5, 2020 at 4:07 AM UTC
Swimming in the ultimate void
With many other souls
Walking blindly on the path of life
Looking at trees till they leave my peripheral
Life is pointless even with a positive outlook
We are more intelligent animals
With the tendency to make false rules and expectations
Nothing more nothing less
Floating through space in a sea of consciousness
Never the option to leave
Hopelessly in love, hopelessly in fear
No change or flux
To each their own.
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 1:45 PM UTC
I try, but
It's hard to see the light through the
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Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 12:38 AM UTC
I'm a pessimist
i always expect the worst
I'm a realist
i accept what I have
I'm a romantic
i want to try everything
I'm a dreamer
i want you forever and ever.
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 2:27 PM UTC
What is it we all fear,
reflections in the mirror.
We can't escape fate,
the end is getting nearer.
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 7:53 AM UTC
everything you said, I pray that you mean it
the skeptical approach makes me struggle to believe it
so spare me the details, don't feed me the lies
it was you I fell for, by surprise
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 10:25 AM UTC
wanting what
you can’t
have
is the
#1
cause
of
broken hearts.
look it
up.
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 2:22 PM UTC
I am a realist
I hold onto facts
Tighter than I hold onto you
I toy with the idea
Of making you my world
But I am a realist
So I settle on the idea
That you're just toying with my heart
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 11:58 AM UTC
you were never home to me
but my longing for that was so intense, it almost felt like you were
and then all at once i realized; you're my hiraeth
to be with you, inside our own four walls, was all i desired
but our house was destined to burn down
our love is a set of stars that make up a constellation
too complicated for even the most experienced astrologists to decipher
but you will continue to be my hiraeth
because the comfort i feel when im in your arms is incomparable
and although you cant be, you will always feel like home to me
i yearned for our love to be forever
but it was meant to desist
and then all at once i realized; it's our ephemeral
lamentably, it can't be our forever
for it was made of stars, and all stars have to die out eventually
but let's let it be ephemeral
because although the stars will dwindle away soon,
while they are still burning bright, they are beautiful,
and so are we
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 3:00 PM UTC
I was once convinced
Everything would
work itself out.
Every problem had a solution
Every fixation, an axis
Every point? purposeful.
Certainly time was an equation.
Solving the question of final age
was merely the addition of years
and the subtraction of moments
our vices swallowed.
Everything was orderly.
Numbers in a row.
Empty boxes, waiting to be checked.
DNA strands coiled ceremoniously
into my exact composure
worried about me so I wouldn't have to.
Days flaking off like dandruff,
unsightly flecks of fragility,
floating toward irreversible fate.
I would live until I wouldn’t.
I would teeter
...skid
....careen
through hours, anxiously awaiting
never taking a breath to rest and reflect.
Death was algebra.
I was subtracted from morality,
added it back as fatality.
Evening out- solving for X,
My many quaking days
having lost their grip.
~
Life is not math.
Life is trash recycled into sporadic moments that won't last.
Simplicity was never synonymous
To consciousness.
Sentient beings will always suffer.
Words will never suffice
When the feelings are out of place.
Attempts at descriptive narrative
only feel like a forced hand,
a poor play.
My slippery fingers are arthritic,
clutching at the vapors
of moments before mistakes.
I've never kept anything I loved.
I have ****** out of hate
more than I have out of lust.
I was always what I wanted to be
never was what I needed to be
And when desire ran dry
I always settled in the dust of desolate decisions.
The bell curve never helped with my grades
And this learning curve can’t help me find my place.
C.e.M. Aug. 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 6:24 PM UTC
I'm always switching from optimist to pessimist,
why not realist?
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 1:42 PM UTC
A dream
Soaring towards
boundless ideas
Paving the path
Verisimilitude
Society.
Placed me in the box of
idealists.
Striding to convince me
my feet
need to find
the ground.
Society.
Untethered me.
Released me
into the realm
of possibility.
Freeing me
to create
Ideology Reality
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 2:35 PM UTC
i do not see the glass
half full or half empty
i see the lipstick stain
on the side
and wish
your mouth
was on mine
instead
i refuse to
wear red
but
i let my
wrists drain
the color
because
i like the way
it contrasts
against
the marble
bathroom
sink
i'm the
thorn on the
rose
I'll never admit
how i
dance
at 3am
when the world
sleeps
my clothes
on the floor
except
the black lace
around
my hips
wishing
instead
they were
your
lips
i won't
gloss my lips
and
wish for
yours
to do the job
for me
i taste
like
a
sad
50's
blues
song
you can't
stop
listening
to;
try for yourself
but buried are
these thoughts
and hidden
are the desires
lock & key
return to reality
awaken
9-5
sleep
die
i will die
with
a petal
hidden
where
no one
can find it
to signify
all
the love
which
never
came
my way
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 8:53 AM UTC
It ***** to be a realist. To know that the world can be terrible and at the same time be filled with the possibilities of the wonderful. And then there's you, the poor realist, who somehow has all this truth and hope and idea of everything black and white, good or bad. So you build up this fear inside you, this pain that everything can go either ways of opposing extremes and there's nothing you can do about it except go on and live with both sides.
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 6:10 PM UTC
This is such a place of agony.
Why is everyone so angry?
I wish fists would stop clenching.
"Hate" should have no meaning,
Nor voice.
If the Devil were real,
He would be too powerful.
Fed with our anger
And this endless rage.
We could have been so much
So much more peaceful,
So much better.
Why did we have to start a war?
If only the people could smile
From deep in their souls.
If only darkness did not leak
From the corners of all our hearts.
If only smiles rang true true,
And demons stayed under beds;
Out of our lives and our days,
Out of all our minds.
If God does not smite you down,
The world will.
we should've understood definitions.
"Human" is not a compliment or gift.
Humanity is the curse,
and it's closing in.
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 12:09 AM UTC
Shooting stars and candles,
eyelashes and full moons;
it's not a bowl of lucky charms,
but wishes for us loons.
So break a wishbone if you must;
throw a penny in a well,
but know my dear that in the end,
a wish is but a shell.
You can blow the dandelion seeds,
and watch them float away,
but don't waste your time on wishes child;
go out and seize the day.
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 7:11 PM UTC