When woe arrives She instantly seeks sanctuary In the secret chambers Of her soul Where the only sounds To be heard Are the echoes of Self-love: "You are kind!" "You are smart!" "You are beautiful!" "You are strong!" "You are daring!" "You are worthy!" "Keep being the best you that you can be!" "God only made one of you. You are a one-of-a-kind unique!" Simona A. Brinson
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Was I such a fool To love a man Who couldn’t love me back? Or was he the fool Who couldn’t love me Because of his insurmountable lack? Simona A. Brinson
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Paint me skies in hues of gold And sunsets of emerald green Paint me a world With heart-shaped fishes And rivers that brim With hugs and kisses Paint me dreamer's paradise Where coconuts walk hand in hand And jellyfish leave their prints in the sand Paint me a world Where Mr. and Mrs. Yeti Take summer vacations To get away from the snow And the cold of Mount Evie And meet up with Mrs. And Mr. Squatch Who is a big baller That loves a Rolex watch Why sure this sounds silly But a dreamer can dream Of just about anything Even skies laden with hues of gold And sunsets of emerald green Simona A. Brinson
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If this be happiness Then give me hell I would rather die Than rot Sometimes I wonder Would death be better Than this dark torment If this be happiness Then give me hell Cause I can no more take The dejection and disaster She emits Whenever she's awake Surely, death would be better If this be happiness Then give me hell This is my depressive lament I know that death Would not be better Even in this dark torment Simona A. Brinson
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His voice is such pure timbre That it awakens echoes in my soul The whole of me trembles at the sound And I crinkle my toes Between us two An electric energy flows A physical phenomena That continues to grow Day by day And year by year Never will they tire, My ears Of hearing the pure Timbre of his voice That awakens echoes in my soul As if they had a choice Simona A. Brinson
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Tomorrow, I will rise And greet the day with glee I will sing a song If only just for me I will walk with bare feet Just to feel the sand between my toes I will take in the aroma of the gardenias Even though they tickle my nose I will lay in the grass And watch the sparrows fly And count the clouds As they gingerly roll by I will take a deep breath So as to inhale all my God's glory I will close my eyes And remember when He Showed unequivocal love Through the death of His Son So that I, myself may live Oh, what a precious gift That only The Father could give Simona A. Brinson
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Oh, Black River
Where do you run
As daylight fades away?
And from where
Do you return
When the sunshine greets the day?
Simona A. Brinson
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In the meadow Beyond the fields Where the lilies bloom Is the place I secret daily To visit my future groom We hold hands And steal kisses As we watch the clouds go by I see love And feel warm inside When I gaze into his eyes I have never known A love as such And I almost lost my will To remain chaste Pure and unsullied Takes considerate skill Simona A. Brinson
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When yesterday was love
The skies were never grey
When yesterday was love
Butterflies flitted throughout the day
When yesterday was love
I knew the softness of your kiss
When yesterday was love
We were one in bliss
When yesterday was love
Harmony filled the room
When yesterday was love
I didn’t know the bitterness of gloom
Simona A. Brinson
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She is my darkness She is my demon, too She is with me When I rise and when I rest She follows me throughout the day She is my Black Hole Sun Every calendar day of the year She doesn’t understand the meaning of rest She's like a hamster in a wheel Running with purpose in my direction No matter the detour I may take Come rain or shine She's there Patiently waiting For the slightest fissure to appear In hopes of making an entrance My darkness My demon Simona A. Brinson
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