Author: Simona A. Brinson
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ON MY OWN I didn’t have a voiceCause, I didn’t matter I was lost in the meleeThe chit and the chatterOf whose-its and whatnots And the going-onsOf a teenaged motherGranddaughters and grandsonI was lostI was left aloneTo learn about the worldOn my ownNo one to hold my handNo one to guide meSo, I made doBut,…
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FOOL’S ERRAND Do I dare be a fool For the sake of love Is my love for him foolish Or is it the notion that he loves foolish It must be the latter Because my love is pure It was given freely And without expectation The idea that he could love me And pursuing it…
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WISHES COME TRUE If words could make Wishes come true I’d build a house Just for you Painted white And trimmed in blue If words could make Wishes come true You’d offer your hand And I’d marry you Something old and new Borrowed and blue If words could make Wishes come true You wouldn’t be…
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LAST YEAR’S FORTUNE COOKIE Last night, I dreamed a dream I was somewhere In the in-between Where angels trod And souls meet The place I go In my deepest sleep My soul walked along As souls do And who do I see Before me, you With a kiss You said goodbye I stood there confused…
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THAT MAN I don’t want the love of a man I want the love of That man Yes, him I know he is broken And battered and bruised I know he has been Pushed around Neglected and used All his life He has never known love Because the “love” he has experienced Always came with…
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REFLECTION Who is this woman Staring back at me With pained deadness In her eyes She couldn’t be me This mirror deceives And surely distorts I close my eyes To clear the haze But when they open There she remains A lost and listless soul I still don’t recognize her For the light in her…
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COMPLICATED If I seem too complicated for you, then I am. For, I am not a girl, but I am WOMAN, so hear me ROAR! I am not a piece of meat, nor am I a whore, to be consumed or used, to be ravaged or devoured. I am to be adored as a precious…
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BEWARE Don’t be fooled by my smallness Or take me as meek I know it is my innocence You do so slyly seek I know the tribe From which you come Is a depraved and fiendish niche But if I were you I’d beware of the monster On my leash Simona A. Brinson Photo by…
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RUMINATE I ruminate on thoughts In a sad man’s head Does he wish to be alive Or does he wish himself dead Has judgment and condemnation So broke in his will That he’d rather lie supine Upon Dead Man’s Hill Does he think death Would be better than life Has he tired of the pain…
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SHADOW He is the shadow From my past That seems to come to light Whenever I am Sad or lonely Especially at night Because he is the one That got away I love him To this very day I smile and I laugh As I reminisce I try not to cry I try not to…
My Life In Word 