Author: Simona A. Brinson
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Between us lies a stillness Its implications deep I lie here contemplating While he is fast asleep Here in the silence My thoughts drift away Wandering back To that not so distant day When to breathe was to love him And to love him was to breathe And we danced in the place Where love…
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UPON THE SHELF I have made this solemn vow No more will I allow You to berate me Or take away my glee Because I found myself Upon the shelf Where I laid my soul Many years ago For safe keeping Until I got full of your heaping Pile of excrement And your rotten temperament…
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LACK OF When you leave You should never look back There is nothing there But unadulterated lack Lack of love Lack of respect Lack of compassion And a lot of regret So, then when you leave Don’t look back Don’t backslide And don’t back track Simona A. Brinson Photo by Alys Barton on Unsplash ©…
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MELANCHOLY What do I wish to be? I wish to be free Of these loathsome blues I really do To be in a state of perpetual melancholy Stoic, hiding from light and folly It is wearisome, this state of discontent And wondering where happiness went I hope she is on the other side of night…
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I SHOULD LEND Photo by Paweł Czerwiński on Unsplash © 2021 mylifeinword.com All Rights Reserved.
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A TRIP TO MARS This is the truth I tell you The truth indeed Of untruths and lies I have no need You see, I sailed to the moon Just yesterday night I took a ship Then hopped a flight Across the ‘verse Among the stars My final destination A planet called Mars My friend…
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LOVE ME A LOT He loves me He loves me not He loves me He loves me not He loves me He loves me not Who cares If he loves me Or not I love me I love me, a lot! Simona A. Brinson Photo by Andriyko Podilnyk on Unsplash © 2021 mylifeinword.com All…
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PAPER & PEN As a child I had no voice Because children were seen And not heard But I had words And paper and pen Became my friends And to this day We’re just as close As we were then Simona A. Brinson Photo by Eugene Chystiakov on Unsplash © 2021 mylifeinword.com All Rights…
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LIBERTY When night falls The darkness calls Her out by name Reminding her of the shame Heaved upon her By a predator She closes her eyes And comes to realize That she’s on a head trip And has taken ownership Of his guilt and depravity His turpitude and inhumanity She opens her eyes…
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On February 15th my brother died Hanging from the Tree of Suicide No longer able to mask the pain Or deal with his burden’s heavy strain His burden not easy, his yoke too tight He took a rope, thin and slight And fastened it to that Unassuming Tree In his quest to be set free…
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