#siblings
Of my sister's hand
I have felt no wrath
Nor empty precaution
All is a wild flowing river
Allowed to run free
And in her heart I am grown
A part of the womb of our mother
A tree which never falls
Yet under I lay asleep in peace
May 27
May 27, 2026 at 2:49 PM UTC
We will sit
On a dead wood fence
Air so hot and penetrating
It slips right into your core
So that your thoughts swim in lazy circles
Predatory
And we won't talk
As sweat seeps through our t-shirts
I will remember
Being
10
Wearing purple capris
And scuffed hiking boots
Holding hands and giggling
Talking nonsense
That makes sense
To us
I will be seated next to you
On this scratchy fence
Smelling your Every Man Jack deodorant
I. will. be. so. tired.
And your
Green Adidas will kick the rain starved dirt
And sun will beat down
On my red shoulders
That refuse
To tan
And I will wonder
What happened
To being ten
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 10:02 PM UTC
we were going to run away together,
just you and me.
we had a plan and everything.
we would pack our bags and ride the buses,
in a route that we planned out,
until we got to where we were safe.
we used to walk together for hours,
just you and me.
we would walk until our feet were numb,
and then a little more.
you would stop for me if i got hurt,
but now you just keep walking.
we used to go to protests,
just you and me.
(maybe a couple other hundred people, too.)
but now you talk to me about how there's no point,
and that it won't change anything
and that in our lifetime, things won't get better.
we used to talk about how much we hated the military,
just you and me.
but now you're leaving for the marines
and you'll be joining as a male.
you used to fight back against transphobes.
now you just let it happen.
we used to be siblings,
just you and me.
but now
we're just strangers
in the same home.
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 9:18 PM UTC
I am an achiever
I push my successes
Not because I’m a believer
But because I have to do what I am expected
No one is forcing me
Yet, someone always is
Compared and contrasted
I’m used to living like this
So I climb up the tower
Every step I take
Not looking down
Because I know what’s at stake
The higher the climb
The further the fall
And now that I’m up here
Now I’m questioning
If the climb was worth it at all
I’ll be first for a second
Then get surpassed
It gets kind of sickening
Always getting in last
I’ll be kind and generous
And sweet wth my words
But in this generation
I'll never get heard
Sometimes I doubt
If I'll change the world
Who would listen to me anyway?
I’m just a random teenage girl
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 8:40 PM UTC
We met in early February
And your heart began to thaw.
You called me a liar
I called you a cheat.
I remember how you were
Every shade of perfect.
„How do you stand it,
The weight of the expectations?“
I hope you‘re so sure of San Diego
That we all become empty space.
You shone
And the gods got jealous.
„I‘ve gone a bit crazy.
All the good people do.“
You can see it in merit,
The hunger descending.
You taught me to live,
To forget the other people.
This is what it feels like to fly
To fall
To burn.
It‘s just us two,
Covered in blue.
You left in late September
When the bugs flew out of the reeds.
You called me a memory
I called you lost.
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 12:22 AM UTC
riley do you remember when we were kids? remember how we used to play dress-up and hosted tea parties with mama’s penguin who had one eye and too much stuffing, how i’d teach you volleyball in the late afternoons right up until the mosquitos came out to watch and we’d run back inside, screaming and pushing each other and getting eaten anyways — i was always faster than you. remember our bike rides, when i’d pedal harder and harder and so would you and we’d fly right past the library where i first taught you about orpheus, how he played music just like we do and loved more fiercely than anyone in the world, except maybe you and me.
but now i’m closer to twenty than i am to when i was born and you’re almost in high school and sometimes you feel like you’re really as far as eurydice, always three paces behind me and i keep turning back. i see you when you’re two and then eight and then fourteen and beautiful and i hope that when you look, too, like everyone does you’ll remember that we were girls together, riley.
i love you.
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 7:32 PM UTC
I have spent eighteen summers with you,
five without.
Through this one, we’ve reacquainted ourselves
under the same roof we once lived in.
You were six.
I, eleven.
You’ve inherited
my little bug of a vehicle,
its interior forever stained
by the stench of coffee and ***
You’re in the driver’s seat now,
and i am the co-pilot.
The windows rolled down,
as the wind catches our conversations
concerning horseshit insurance policies,
workplace politics,
suicidal ideations,
chronic pain, and
a man lost in Brazil.
The breeze gobbles them whole, and spits them into the night.
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 6:58 PM UTC
Real friends are exceptional guardian angels
Like devoted and trustworthy brothers and sisters
Like T58 heavy tanks assuming defensive roles
And like invincible armors - formidable defenders.
True friends turn neither allies nor rivals into vile devils
Real friends always protect one another’s interests
True friends don’t behave like manipulative pests
And real friends act humanely, on all conceivable levels.
Beware of all fake, faulty, fallible, frail and faux friends
Choose your friends meticulously, wisely, and carefully
Our world abounds with futile, ****** despots with tainted hands.
Friends don’t create troubles for nobody even for the foes
Our world teems with vermin eager to devour babies’ toes
Be fully aware of the surrounding waters and the slumbering sea.
Copyright © April 2026 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Apr 19
Apr 19, 2026 at 12:56 PM UTC
I am the unfortunate son.
The son that parents don’t brag about at parties,
While his siblings are practically worshipped.
The son that has to cook his own meals,
While his siblings get fed.
The son that works for everything he has,
While his siblings are coddled.
I tell people that I am glad that I am the unfortunate son,
That I learned to be determined, hard-working, and independent.
But sometimes, very rarely, but sometimes,
I wish that I was that son.
The son whose parents bragged about him.
The son who got fed meals by his parents.
The son who was coddled and told “I love you”.
But instead, I am the unfortunate son.
Apr 13
Apr 13, 2026 at 12:13 AM UTC
You might‘ve asked me how I’ve been
But you always knew how to tell.
The silence is thick, the shadows long,
But what did I expect?
I hear the songs
Your ghost still sings,
You‘re exactly where you need to be.
But could you come back and haunt me?
I might‘ve told you how I’ve been
But I refuse to drag you back down.
I‘ll learn to live in your absence
Without your arms holding me up.
I forgot how to cry
By reading the manual left on your bedside.
Late at night I dig through the drawers
But why can’t I find where you hid your tears?
My tounge went numb
So you can’t ask me anything,
But I still curl up on your bed when I can’t sleep.
Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 1:32 AM UTC
I saw you today
It had been what, 4 months?
You didn’t look better
And I didn’t wanna say it to you as you came closer
But I saw you today
And I wasn’t quite sure if I was ready to face it yet
You pulled me into a hug
And we never ever hugged before
You wouldn’t move
And I wanted to be there for you
But how could I carry your weight if I can’t carry my own
We avoided the obvious conversation occurring
We did what any stupid siblings would do
We made jokes about our parents
Pretended our fingers were *******
Yes, it’s weird
But god how could I say anything to you?
I didn’t want to leave you there
Because I saw you today
In that same blue t-shirt you’ve been wearing since 18
In those brown pants that didn’t match at all
With your hair gone so crazy because it’s been 4 months
Since youve cut it
I saw you today
And im not sure if I was ready to face your face
And face what you were gonna tell me
That I wasn’t ready to hear
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 2:25 PM UTC
Same womb, same rooftop.
Children grow up quick or late.
Two plants side by side,
Controlled by so-called fate,
Failing to receive the same guide.
Just like one sky, two puffs of cloud
One peacefully silent, another thunders loud.
Unique forms, different treatment,
One blessed by joy, another flooded by rain.
A baby plant grows up by the love of sunlight
Why does another search for the mercy of a flashlight?
Eyes of parents are supposed to look the same,
Yet sight gets blurry behind the golden name.
Maybe equal love is conditional to claim.
Siblings are like two tiny fish in one tank,
Where one is full of life,
another feels blank.
In this unfair world,
One thrives with invisible perfection.
Some of us
are judged
by visible imperfections.
Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 3:26 PM UTC
They said not next time
And no goodbyes
It took me by shock
And surprise
I was frozen in that moment
I thought if I could just hold it
All together
We would be fine
And I would be able to see one more time
It’s crazy to think
All I want is an hour with my family
And I play by all the rules
But i always lose
You were the sunshine
After thunder and lightning
You were the air in my lungs
The warmth in my bones
After almost drowning
And in 2 minutes, that was stolen
And they said not next time
And no goodbyes
And even then i played by the rules
And when they told me to stop crying
I held in my cries
I guess I hoped they would see
That it wasn’t me
And they would give us a chance to just speak
But they held firm
And said not next time
And no goodbyes
You’ve always broken the rules
And called people fools
When they told you what to do
So you knocked on my window
And you pulled me through
As I cried
And sobbed your name
You kissed me twice on the cheek
But all that was done in vain
Because there are five words I didn’t get to say though
I love you big bro
Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 10:30 PM UTC
A White Balloon
A white balloon
In a blue sky
Blooming at noon,
A white balloon
We call the moon
Goes floating by,
A white balloon
In a blue sky.
Lunch Meat
A gerbil meat sandwich with mustard and pickles
Will tickle your tastebuds with millions of tickles.
Waterford Willis
Waterford Willis wet his bed
Every night, and, God, he stunk!
So did his little brother, Ed,
Who occupied the bottom bunk.
They
They said I was a fool.
They said I must be blind.
They said I should just give up.
They said I lost my mind.
(They being the elves
That visit me at night),
They said I lost my marbles,
And they, by God, were right.
In Garbageland
In Fairyland the flowers speak;
In Neverland they fly;
In Wonderland the flowers dream;
In Garbageland they die.
Nurse Mortelle
There once was a registered nurse
Whose patients got worse, worse, and worse:
She'd give 'em injections
To treat their infections,
Then send 'em away in a hearse.
The Key of B
B major or B minor,
B♮ or B♯ or B♭,
B in a mode or B in a mood,
But don't B a brat!
Bigfoot, Big Trap
Winter, spring, summer, autumn,
I set a trap for Bigfoot and caught 'im!
A White Balloon
A white balloon
Goes floating by.
Across high noon,
A white balloon
We call the moon
In a blue sky,
A white balloon
Goes floating by.
Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 8:46 PM UTC
The lens is flared
on the Tupperware lady's
daughters, soda girls,
(before ***** wives);
to have camera shy smiles,
yet wear the contents
of distraction.
Are they remembering
things said in passing,
below the lighthouse,
next to a postcard sea?
This is their last
summer together,
each a soft whimsy,
each a question mark.
Jan 10
Jan 10, 2026 at 6:36 PM UTC
Filled in memory
She had taken me back
As our trees branched
I would only sit
In placing
Before leaving
Time cured the hour
Her wines leapt off
Returning skins
And barreled laugh
Holding, mother's
Blast
Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 11:40 AM UTC
I hate you
I hate you so much
for scarring my childhood and life
telling me as a kid I ate too much so I stopped eating
saying stupid words to hurt me till I was having a panic attack on the floor
I was only 6 years old
my mom never believed me
I was never the important child
even though I hate you
I feel bad in a way
you're back in the hospital today
you were in there for a few weeks about a month ago
you're mental health was never as bad as mine
not to compare
but my mom never seemed to notice
I'm not 6 anymore
I still carry the pain you gave me
I still hate you in a way
but a part of me hopes you'll be out soon
I miss giving you a ****** nose
my dear brother
Feb 5
Feb 5, 2026 at 11:03 PM UTC
Our eyes standing tall.
They noticed yours but not mine,
As if yours had legs.
Contempt. Lethargy. Bottomless.
20 years, I lived behind you.
As if we weren’t adjacent
Together, I thought we were together.
Forever resenting, plotting, scheming.
For some time, I was happy by your side,
But I was confused, uncertain of my feelings.
My sister, you’re always by my side.
I noticed the disdain in your eyes,
Why must I bleed for something I didn’t impede?
Despair. Astonishment. Resentment.
20 years, I live beside you.
Our souls adjacent
Reflecting, one of two
Together, aren’t we living this life together?
Forever, and ever….
Crooked grins, my hidden sins, we’re tethered.
All these years, I must admit,
Being connected to you,
Makes me sick.
Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 11:42 PM UTC
Painful words cut deep
As you let them flow out
Like a swelling flood
Trying to drown me out.
Constant pressuring
not specifically you
But also your twin.
Constantly there with me
In all my pursuits
I do not want you there,
But still you come.
You try to support me
At every event
But only make it worse.
The car is the worst
We can't go five minutes
Without arguing;
We cannot stop fighting.
I know you love me,
You struggle to show it,
Though I know you try.
I know it sounds silly,
Not born together,
Alike in every way,
Yet not quite the same.
You both get the same look
In your cold blue eyes
During flurries of rage.
May 28, 2025
May 28, 2025 at 8:47 PM UTC
You're Abel, I'm Cain.
**** you -
Sister, my ruler -
Get me out of this chain!
Look at me!
I am more than a sick, lifeless sign
I am more than the marks on my skin.
I am more than an error
I am more than a lesson -
I am more than a merciless sin.
I have killed you,
Or maybe -
It was you who hurt me -
When you told me all about those "marvelous words",
That would contain me
So I could not flee.
But why should I be like the others? Why should I be like you?
After all, I am the sigh
I am the bane
I am the murderer of innocence
I am
Cain.
Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 6:13 PM UTC
There is an ancient city,
buried deep in bone,
where, on the ramparts, shivers
a sentinel alone—
Blue-lipped and hunched,
they don a crooked helmet,
hot breath a fleeting cloak
for cheeks, chapped and earnest.
With stiff limbs dressed
in dented, brittle armor,
all night they fight
the long-blink with valor.
Beneath each black-inked sky,
they’ll watch, they’ll persist;
though, would that they could rest,
they—no, they must resist!
For they were born first,
the eldest and the heir,
and borne inherent is the vigil,
a shield without a spare.
Thus, they will stand guard,
o’er the young ones, heedful
that they might sleep safe,
tucked in bed, peaceful.
We are the ancient city,
buried in our bones
where, on the ramparts, shivers
a sentinel alone—
Oct 24, 2025
Oct 24, 2025 at 8:36 PM UTC
Her eyes like forest leaves,
Her hair like the hue of bare branches
A smile that always lights up the room,
Just as the sun shines on the earth
In anger and annoyance,
In irritation and hesitance
Always showing care,
Always showing love
No matter the time nor the day,
I always seek for her
She is my friend and sister,
As she always will be
I will stay by her side always,
In person and in mind
I’m always there as she is for me
My sunshine, Emma.
Oct 22, 2025
Oct 22, 2025 at 9:08 AM UTC
I watch him leave, yelling his fathers name
Rushed steps that only mean another day gone
I wanted this… I must know that it is true—
But each day that he’s here I wonder what went wrong
I wanted a better place but perhaps it’s too soon
But her voice, I’ve seen, has become soft
The faint whispers of loud screams became something I forgot
Perhaps I am too naive- too gullible
Perhaps I have fallen into the trap of words
Perhaps it’s getting better, but I remember the ghost of what was
And what is to be
Is this a right thing to believe? To dream?
Perhaps I imagined it all
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 12:45 PM UTC