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My restless soul grows weary Of searching every night For the man who stole my heart And then fled and took flight I have searched high and low I have even asked the crow If he has caught sight of A man with a stolen heart He said he had but refused to impart The whereabouts of that brutish beast Lest he becomes tomorrow's feast Simona A. Brinson
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You can't just come back in I have trust issues I've cried too many nights And used too much tissue Day after day I sat and I pondered How could a man Take for granted and squander Love freely given Without one condition And expect to come back Without the slightest contrition To this simple fact I must so concede A foolish man You are indeed! Simona A. Brinson
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How does one keep The wolves at bay When they are on the hunt Night and day Where can I run Where can I hide From the prying Of their fiendish eyes I can no longer bear The sounds of their gnarling teeth Lord, give me strength Please do bequeath For, I do not wish To become prey To the howling-pied-piper And be led astray To be ravaged Or abused To be discarded Or used By those wolves Whose only intent Is to use their guiles Without relent To deconstruct and destroy Every part of who I am I refuse to be A willing lamb Simona A. Brinson
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Today I found myself Distraught By the jumbled Disorder Of my thoughts I felt a bit Dismayed And by their obstinate Delay I was fraught Simona A. Brinson
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Eighteen years ago I tossed my cell phone Into the rubbish container It was then the I stumbled upon A long forgotten world A world where beauty rests On the petals of flowers And skies glisten In greens and golds Where I can close my eyes And hear the whispers That float along the breeze From yesterdays and long agos That world where leaves greet each other As they are tossed about the wind Where when the rains fall The crickets sing And the palm fronds tap along With every raindrop in tune I am no longer a stranger To that once forgotten world We now exist in homeostasis Because I am no longer distracted by The rubbish I tossed in that ole container Simona A. Brinson
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From the moment our eyes met I was all out of sorts My mind lost it bearings And my emotions their support My internal sign flashed "OUT OF ORDER!" As if I had been stricken With a nameless disorder I could not even Formulate a thought Because the essence of my soul Was confused and distraught Not by grief But by the sheer splendor Of your brazen masculinity To which I surrendered Simona A. Brinson
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I can't imagine What it would be like To feel nothing at all I fear if I felt nothing My heart would shrink And eventually stall To feel nothing Would be an affront To my sensitive soul For it is always In need of A gentle cajole To feel nothing One must be okay With being comfortably numb Assuredly, if I felt nothing A monster I'd become Simona A. Brinson
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To some The sound of silence Is deafening Because they cannot find retreat From the thoughts that move About their minds Like the scampering of feet They run from the silence In hopes of hiding From the blade of self-talk That is nagging and chiding It is silence they find frightening They prefer the distraction of noise They cannot comprehend The beauty of silent joys That come from deep within When one gets to know oneself It is like reading from the book of life That has been place upon a shelf Simona A. Brinson
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Sunday is that start of the week
The day of Holy Sabbath
The one day of which
In rest I do lavish
Monday mornings
I hit the snooze
Until I smell Bustello's
Café a-brew
Tuesday is a curious day
That I can't quite figure out
Why are people so short tempered
And like to scream and shout
Wednesday is my favorite day
It’s the day they call the "hump"
Cause the weekend will be here
In a hop, skip and a jump
Thursday is just one of those days
That I just can't wait to end
Cause the weekend will be here soon
And my sprit's on the mend
Friday is the day in which
I do not hit the snooze
Cause by 5 o'clock I hit the bar
To drink a little booze
Saturday is strictly set aside
Because I am a kid at heart
From my favorite cartoons
The Louds, SpongeBob and Patrick Star
Simona A. Brinson
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