They tell you when you're young
that you don't know what love is.
Maybe they're right
because it took heartbreak
for me to finally understand what I need.
I don't just want to be loved.
I want to be yearned for.
I want someone who chooses me
without needing a list of possibilities
waiting behind my back.
I don't want to feel like an option
because someone can't find enough
in one person to be satisfied.
Because when I love,
I don't leave pieces of myself
in other people's hands.
I give one person my whole heart.
I want that same devotion returned.
I want someone who misses me
when I'm gone,
who feels my absence,
who doesn't constantly wonder
if something better is waiting somewhere else.
I've spent too much of my life
feeling like I was almost enough.
Almost chosen.
Almost worth staying for.
And I'm done with almost.
I don't need someone
who can tolerate my depth.
I need someone who craves it.
Someone who looks at me and thinks,
“I don't need anyone else.
I found what I was looking for.”
Because I don't want to compete
for a place in someone's heart.
I want to be chosen so completely
that there is nowhere else I'd rather be.
My Grand Father’s wisdom often suggested, “Can’t is not an option”
Unless comes with attempted movement
Try in the effort
Many people say they can’t, but it is really won’t
No one knows what they can do unless it is proven in truth
In my younger years, my responses were always can’t without ever
Trying
My Grand Father showed me the theory behind the task
When I tried what I thought was can’t became I could
It was expectations beyond my thinking
For example, if I wanted to ride the water rapids, and said I can’t and that would be won’t out of fear
I actually attempted to ride the water rapids in the Adirondacks in New York State
Can’t is only a scare to try
Chicken out principle if you will
Believing is trying and understanding making it superficial
Can’t is simply ruled out
Can’t being no option
Put try and effort to the test
Observe as you excel beyond your own belief
Can’t is won’t and effort is proven in the movement and mind
Can’t in words, Cancelled, Action, Navigate and Try
If you take out the two words, Action and Try
Look what you come up with “Effort”
Don’t make can’t a component but turn effort into an element
Option
You write the script
You can go to the drawing board anytime
You can live in darkness
Or walk in the light
You can live in sadness
Or be happy with life
You can be disappointment
Or you can rejoice
You can live in defeat
Or be triumphant
You can be mediocre
Or climb to greatness
You can travel the easy road
Or take the path less traveled
You can lay in bed
Or you can grind
You can except things the way they are
Or can change them all
YOU CHOSE
You are not an option but a choice,
and you will be till the end,
I never thought I'll say you this
but now you mean much more than just a friend!
When I look at you,
I get lost in those beautiful eyes,
I want to keep looking
but the time flies
I keep on waiting for your reply
for your every text
Whenever I see a couple
I wish we would be next
There's a lot in my heart
but words are few
Everytime I see you,I fall for you
Still everytime,it's new!
When life brings us what it brings us
We must never ignore the option of UP
Look up
Get up
Stand up
Sit up
Climb up
Lift up
Firm up
Rise up
Step up
Rouse up
Stir up
Move up
Scale up
Gather up
Regardless of what life brings us
Recovery follows when we explore the option of UP
friends from an other mother
ties mightier than blood
we gather here and there
the family we deserve
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Freedom provides the option
To thrive while unrestrained
By individual circumstances
By the self-serving demands of others
By our own compelling pain
Freedom provides an opening
For truth to roam free
Sometimes hurting, sometimes humbling, sometimes healing
Sometimes returning to its owner
A long-lost key
Freedom provides an opportunity
To test the boundaries of our souls
To examine the framework of our egos
To recalculate the sum of expenses
That renders us whole
War
War
is not
an option.
A way of life
ruined by death and
destruction for those who
don’t make the decisions when
and where to fight someone who the
leaders don’t like or want to conquer.
In the end, no one comes out the winner.
I never thought about being here,
Merely as an option.
To someone, I can’t adore
But also to the one I can’t bestow.
These waves of misperceptions,
Creates a sense of insecurity,
As I juggle myself back and forth.
Those hearty chapters now come to an end.
My broken pieces are craving to be restored,
But your hammer of rejection,
Knocks me down as I try to heal.
The turmoil within me has become unbearable,
Breaking me through.
you can't be enthused graphite
write verse of my happiness
be eraser of solace
scrub my scarred sorrow
Between life and swords
I prefer both circumstance
Love's eternal words.
If you can't become a creative quill
to write a poem of my joy and happiness,
be an empathy eraser of solace
to swab the scribble of my sorrow and pain.
down into the valley of doubt, my demons haunt
hauling in all mannerisms with glaring despair
My nights just day without light
in the glee, hopes and dreams
In my human spirit is the mystery of life
with a racing mind; this cruel world
where hard work never pay
with frustrations; a daily dose
Then I sit up into the empty night
checking my clock it's three AM
twisting and turning to ponder over my well known frustrations
my youthful dreams shadow all the contributory
sparking memories of a once promising future
flourishing businesses at 22
a happy family at 23
a car at 24
a happy serving christian in the sanctuary
a generational inspiration;
touching lives as I am touched.
all swept under
To misery-filled life where
The thought of hope is bare
struggles and despair
sparking this thought of dare
quiting this so called school of life
Anybody, who is struggling,
Is my people
The one with the color purple,
Who will one day earn and own the ring.
I love fighters, who are not backstabbers,
I don't like haters or fake lovers,
I adore freedom fighters
As I abhor bullies and predators.
I love the underdog,
Who works smart, trains hard
And who fears neither fire nor fog.
That doesn't mean I like Mr. or Ms. Frog,
The one who will commit fraud
In order to win like a casuistic coward.
Copyright © September 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
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