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Sabrina Brisson Poem
Krystal the Pistol
God has blessed be with such a dear friend
someone who entertains me on the weekend
Lucky I am to have such a unique person to work with
in a cold windowless pit.
A beautiful Libra
Crazy enough to dress up as a zebra
She gets me and my crazyness
Just ask her to paint it on a canvas
She sings like an angel
and looks at the world from different angles
we dance, we laugh, we like to take naps
we also know muay thai so watch your ass
She's my wingman with a tan
and can handle my attention span
I'm glad to have her in my life
any man will be golden to call her his wife
Copyright © Sabrina Brisson | Year Posted 2012
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Sabrina Brisson Poem
Smile
Open the door
Help carry a box
Greet
Hug
Good intentions
Pick up a dropped pen
Share an orange
Voluntarily give the right of way
Listen
Smile
Good intentions
Make dinner for a friend
Help clean
Hold the elevator
Give a ride
Listen
Good intentions
Compliment
Donate
Help someone cross the street
Give up your seat
Smile
Good intentions without a simple thank you will remain as a good intention
But with these good intentions comes lovely sensation,
Just an easy smile, a helping hand, an open ear,
Are a few things that can make a world of a difference, just make sure it's sincere
For one day, somehow, the reason is unclear
These good intentions will come back and help you my dear
Copyright © Sabrina Brisson | Year Posted 2012
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Sabrina Brisson Poem
Smiley, productive, witty, upbeat
It’s no wonder nature’s bean makes me complete
Inching for that first sip of coffee
A wonderful smell, taste of morning glory
Coffee, Java, a fresh cup of Joe
Who knew something so simple could be my hero
Wherever there’s coffee is worth the drive
Whether it being Starbucks, Timmy’s or just a dive
Lacking this addictive drug I’m just a zombie
I wonder who is the Einstein of this beauty
For a million reasons I want to thank them
In appreciation instead I write this poem.
Copyright © Sabrina Brisson | Year Posted 2012
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Sabrina Brisson Poem
You ripped my heart out
You used it as a cushion without consideration
You ripped my heart out
You left me in despair without a care
You ripped my heart out
You used it to keep yourself occupied and took me for a joyride
You ripped my heart out
You left be wondering about this ambivalent relationship, something I could
never grip
You ripped my heart out
You used my hopes from the get-go, made it seem like such a natural flow
You ripped my heart out
You left me with anger, doubt, sadness, hurt something I can't construe as
you left me the way
that I had found you
You might as well of ripped my heart out - you wore it out
Copyright © Sabrina Brisson | Year Posted 2012
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Sabrina Brisson Poem
I did it! I did it for me…not you, not for someone else…
Fact that I’ve discovered my worth, accepted my self…
I did it for me, I finally sought out help…
Not for you, not for them but for myself…my future happy self.
Living anxiety, self-judgment, worry, depression, jealousy, pain, anger…
I had enough, enough of being exhausted and never being enough, a never
ending rot.
Numbing, ignoring, hiding, waiting… Not wanting to give up. Hunger for my
help; for something better.
Realizing I’m my helper, I’m my partner, I’m my own and main source of
strength…
I’m my future’s chance to be content.
At last I reach out, I talk, I share, I feel… I’m feeling…
Progressing every day, every hour, every minute…a long, hard, rewarding
battle. Aiming…
Aiming for my goals, a healthy self; a nurturing relationship with myself…
For my body, friendships, and a future healthy love…
Not for you, not for them, but for me… Me! Myself! and no one else.
As I’ve discovered my worth.
I’ve accepted myself.
Copyright © Sabrina Brisson | Year Posted 2014
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