Author: Simona A. Brinson
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LEAP For so long you’ve walked loves tightrope Hoping you wont fall, hoping against hope In search of a heart much like your own But with each attempt you’re tossed and thrown Into the abyss of shattered dreams Where you can hear the silent screams Of long ago and forsaken love My friend, take heed…
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jOURNEY WITHIN I long to explore your world Your hideaways and hidden doors Your stained-glass windows And hardwood floors I want to take each stair One step at a time So that you may feel As I cautiously climb Into the light Of your precious soul So that I may see Your pieces in whole…
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NEW DECOR Pieces and parts Of my broken heart Lie scattered on the floor They’re right where you left them In chaos and mayhem As part of my home’s new décor Simona A. Brinson Photo by Sharon McCutcheon from Pexels © 2021 mylifeinword.com All Rights Reserved.
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MY VOICE I lost myself in you To the point of not knowing Where you stopped and I began I mean, I literally lost myself in you To the point of eating mint chocolate chip When I prefer butter pecan Mint chocolate chip Was your flavor of choice But I lost myself in you I…
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REMEMBER WHEN Steal away with me Back to when Love was fresh and new When greens were green And blues were blue When fragrance filled the air Like a heavy morning dew Back to when You loved me And I loved you Back in the days of Remember when We laid in bed And skin…
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Our first white Christmas. Had to let the brother experience a cup of snow. We take no moment for granted. ~Calondra McCarter~ A CUP OF SNOW From a cup of snow She did bestow Upon his soul A gesture of love. Not love grandiose Or from the shallows But love in its purest form The…
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EMPTY Why is it that we try to fill ourselves from empty jars? Sure, he’s a beautiful vessel–Tall, dark, handsome, and smooth. But his vessel is empty, devoid of the capacity to give, to nourish, to replenish. So empty, in fact, that he can’t even accept what you’re pouring into him. You can pour and…
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I hadn’t written a poem since December 22, 2019. Then on December 23rd I decided it was time to work my creative muscle. Within minutes of finishing that poem, I had written another one, which was completed on December 4th at 12:15am. I decided right then and there to challenge myself to write a poem…
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