Biography of Sandra Brennan
Well written words, turn me on. Need I say more? I've been writing poetry since I was old enough to put pen to paper. I have been a poetry slam artist for 5 years now-and perform in poetry slams and open mics whenever and whereever I can. I've self-published two volumes of poetry, 'Mural' in 2002 and '40' in 2005. I'm working on my next volume of poetry, tentatively titled 'A Dollars Worth of Karma'. Come see me slam sometime. Better yet, be a judge when I'm slamming and give me a 10.
Sandra Brennan's Works:
Sandra Brennan Poems
I read an article on aversion therapy And decided to give it a try Everytime you cross my mind, I replace that thought with broccoli.
Voted Nicest Girl
Under my senior picture in my yearbook is a caption That reads 'Voted Nicest Girl'. I gotta say, that title has always pissed me off. I wanted to be the sexy girl, the funky girl,
He carries an umbrella if there is More than a fifty precent chance of rain. If it pours, I just get wet, And stomp in mud puddles for good measure.
On The Demise Of My Greatest Lover
The loss I feel right now is immeasurable. You were my greatest lover, There are no words to describe the heights Of ecstasy, the countless nights of pleasure
I'm trying not to think too much, Trying not to analyze or dwell on the what ifs, Trying to just get through the next minute, The next hour, the next day
The Big Picture
We don't see the big picture But, maybe we aren't meant to, Or aren't ready to, yet. I think God gave each religion,
I feel all powerful woman, most of the time, Like nothing can hold me back I am the speeding train roaring down the track And my strength knows no bounds.
On My 40th Birthday
On my 40th birthday, I went to a book store, Pulled a book off the shelf Turned to page eight, and saw my name
I may be the first person to say this- But...I needed 9/11. That day that rocked me to my core And made me step back in fear
Mormons On Bicycles
I have a fetish for those boys That travel in pairs. Their crisply cut hair and Stark, white shirts.
They say at the root of all addictions Is the search for wholeness,
I always hated that speech The “You’re a nice woman, but I don’t think We’re right for each other.” Getting dumped speech. I actually admire the men who have the guts to give it.
Click Of A Door Closing
I thought I'd be ok. Thought I could just stop by, Pick up the last of my stuff, Wave goodbye and leave
I know it isn't always going to be perfect. That there will be days when We'll look at each other and wonder 'What the hell was I thinking? '
He carries an umbrella if there is
More than a fifty precent chance of rain.
If it pours, I just get wet,
And stomp in mud puddles for good measure.
He thinks his words out carefully
Before he ever opens his mouth,
Where I am ruled by emotion and say things
Without thinking at all,
Then find myself constantly making amends.