You sit on one side, I sit on the other
Between us a screen and many miles
We know each others thoughts
Yet have never seen each others smiles
Connected only by our words
Nothing more, nothing less
We share our thoughts and lives
With some, we open our hearts and confess
We will never know each others faces
Unlikely, we will ever meet
We have become invisible friends
Yet never knowing ….if we passed by each other in the street!
Vanilla victories over inner wars,
Sisyphean speeches to oneself.
Tarnished trophies shoved in drawers,
endless errands placed on the shelf.
Purposeless projects of predication,
purport prisms of pellucidity.
Fathoms of frailty, falter the foundation;
left with inconsolable invisibility.
You don't see me....
you don't see me....
walking through life like a ghost.
You won't see me....
you won't see me....
alone is how I like it most.
Languishing lies, laughingly polluting,
crowing at my own incompetency.
Draining desperation, directly diluting
concentration and all confidency.
You don't see me....
you don't see me....
I'm here but I'm transparent.
You won't see me....
no, you won't see me....
translucently inherent.
BLT
He discovered no prime that was divisible.
Yet, he found a way to become invisible.
So, he embarked on a crime and murder spree.
But he forgot just one thing, as you shall see.
The national guard caught up with him at last
because of the tell-tale shadow that he cast.
Have you ever felt the invisible pain, the one that bleeds in silence,
Echoing like a muffled sound in the depths of your lost soul?
Have you experienced the madness that engulfs you like a storm without rain,
Leaving you to collapse quietly, as if nothing had happened?
Have you ever stood motionless, listening to the voices that drown you in air,
Wondering if anyone has ever heard your mute screams?
Or perhaps you can't even speak, your throat bound by invisible threads,
Do your unspoken words reflect back, kept in silence, like a bitter secret?
How long will you keep hiding this heavy and silent burden?
It's not weightless, nor easy to carry, as it might seem from the outside.
I wonder how many of us are victims of this oppressive silence,
An ocean of unseen pain, that binds us in a network of suffering.
In the stream of consciousness, I ask if you find yourself in these words,
If you still keep the silence, locking inside you the inner storms,
And if you will ever release this burden that weighs you down,
So that your soul may find peace in the light of a new dawn.
dogs are chasing an invisible ghost
because I can’t see, doesn’t mean I’m not the host
spirits have always been attracted to me
I do not discount the dogs, just because I don’t see.
I cannot be judged by looks alone,
Not by the glitter when I smile and shine.
Beneath the light, I carry pain unknown,
Yet still, I seek to brighten this world of mine.
Does the spark I give bring shadows near?
Perhaps in sadness, hope and strength appear
on parallel shore
I wander where waves caress
no footprints online
only brine, rock, and seabirds
to echo that I'm present
screens flare like lures do
hooking the curious in—
I keep eyes blinkered
knowing one slip starts the plunge
into hours I cannot spare
my life is fragile
ink seeps slowly into grain
behind the latched gates
I paint in colours unseen
where regret can't get a breach
no mast light for me
no beacon on shoreline gleams-
I sail without charts
my course drawn by phantom steeds
into the void in your world
I burn my candle
past the eyes that never blink
past networks alight—
your grid can't trap my shadow
your feed can't name what I am
I live analogue
unseen on parallel lines
that starves intruders
wanting to click, like and feed
on clocks that don't keep your time
no mast light for me
no beacon on the shoreline—
I sail without charts
my course drawn by unseen stars
in the space between your worlds
Love, like pizza, comes in many shapes
Carefully wrapped in a box
Round like the world itself
Yet each slice holds three edges.
But to her, love is more than form
More than shapes with sides and line
It’s a deep, dark hole
Like the heart of the universe’s core.
She seeks not what floats above
But what sinks beneath the surface
The quiet acts we hide
The truths we keep untouched.
Yesterday was your birthday
Unfortunately, that was a busy day
However, I went to the garden
Of my heart this beautiful morning
Where I picked an invisible rose that could bring:
Happiness, joy, good humor and an early spring.
I shaved my beard and mustache to make your day
With all my heart, I wish you a happy birthday
Oh! I would like to charm you until nightfall
When the rainbow is no more in the fall
Toward another horizon, for another season
Please accept this rose, this poem, this song.
P.S. This poem is dedicated to my good friend.
Copyright © August 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Invisible by Adejola Joseph ( author of Cracks On The Walls).
Invisible
Shadow blank
Transient figure in a trance
The unseen unheard but felt
I am invisible
I am everywhere like a breeze
I run round like an air
Invisible as wind
I am here
Don't underestimate me
Giant as a rock
Lethal as a snake
Dangerous like a cat
Unpredictable like a weather
I am invisible
You can't see me but I am here
You can't touch me but I am here
I am a transient figure in a trance
I am invisible
Invisible.
I must be more than what others see.
For that is just the physical me.
I know there’s more than what’s in sight.
There must be a hidden me, right?
If not just physical, then what other form?
What other choices could be the norm?
When I physically manifest.
I showed a shell of myself at best.
I may be a spirit, residing inside,
Or am I the source that’s controlling the ride?
A being of intelligence given a choice,
Communicate through writing or by voice.
Physically here to live then to die.
I know I’m more, but not sure just why.
I’m part of creation, an eternal life force,
Created by God, creation’s source.
My life is a mystery, beginning to unfold.
I’ve been fooled by many and the lies thy told.
The voice inside quietly said, “There’s layers of awareness in my plan,
Various depths of consciousness in my creation: man.”
Only those who’ve seen beauty can truly speak of it,
And only those neglected can feel its sting.
When the world sees you as a threat—
Judging from a glance, no words spoken—
They turn away,
Despising you instantly.
To be unappealing in a world drawn to allure
Can break a soul and leave it weak.
Why did they take her side, though you were right?
Because beauty holds weight
In the court of public judgment.
How I loathe those who whisper,
“Looks don’t matter.”
If that were true,
Why does the wisdom of the elderly
Bow to the charm of youth?
If looks don’t matter,
Why do we trust the innocent face
And doubt the one marked by shadows?
Oh, if tears could speak the truth of our hearts,
There’d be no room for misunderstanding.
But when their light casts a shadow over you,
No one sees you—
It’s like standing beside a star.
I look into the mirror,
Tracing each imperfection,
A map of all the ways
The world has made me invisible.
In my few quiet moments, I always say grace,
a mother first, trying to find my place,
my eyes are tired, every single day,
I’m praying for peace, to come some how, some way.
A co-worker's friendship is definitely great,
I work so hard, yet my bills are still late.
Im trying to juggle the roles, of being both mom and dad,
sometimes crying in bathroom, not wanting the kids to see me sad.
For them I work long hours, trying to make it all alright,
hiding the struggles that haunt me at night.
I want to be enough,
Why is this life so tough?
As a daughter, I wanted to make them proud,
but I suffer the burden of them humiliating me in front of a crowd.
A true love with someone I hope to share,
someone who means it when they say they’ll always be there.
For all that I strive to give, for all that I try,
here comes my racing thoughts,
asking myself why?
I dream of a moment where love holds the key,
to the genuine heart I have for them all,
something I fear they will never see.
Her soul was starved of acceptance
An aching hunger wanting to be fed
Her body weak
Not from the lack of food
But for the lack of love for her skin
Being black meant a life where no matter what she did
She would never win
She couldn't control her race
But she could control her body
She wanted to be invisible
And the only way she could make that happen was to disappear
Her body, her skin, her mind
A place of imprisonment
But she could control how she decorated it
To her that felt like a rebellion
Even if it meant she lost herself
Deep down she knew this wasn't right
But she just didn't want the fight
She was willing to make that sacrifice
With every meal skipped
She got weaker and weaker
Not realising how she was getting closer to death
Mistaking it for freedom
She had got everything she wanted
Just not how she expected
She realised a little too late
How true this statement was
The world wanted her gone
And she had finally given them what they want
Wrapped in the solitude of one blessed night
the moon-eyed moon wanders lightly and alone
inside a vast and deep, darkly expansive sky
Dark cores of light glide
through a dormant ether,
as butterfly shadows play softly against
a dense canopy of leaves.
A still figure appears as if by chance,
underneath the cadence of the light,
swaying like wavering puppets on a string
she meditates on
the fast appearing stars ...
Creating magic from the tatters of the night
she's an invisible wand to the world
but unto thyself, she is as full, as the moon.
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