i rather be misconstruted [sic] than be under conclusions
u aren’t the least of my ruins…
— from “Chaous [sic]and Confusion,” a poem by Irma Simeus.
A wig, a hairbrush, a sandal. A dead woman inside a Honda.
Saturday, West Palm Beach, FL, and the cops come to check out an abandoned car in the housing complex on Elmhurst Road. Inside the car they find Irma Simeus, age 22. Near the car they find the wig, the hairbrush, and the sandal.
Irma’s family says the car and the other items were hers.
They also tell the media they don’t know who would kill Irma, a single mother to 4-year-old Javon. Irma’s sister tells a local TV station that Irma had no enemies, but they are “gonna run through it to see if there are people she perhaps rubbed shoulders with the wrong way…”
When i close my eyes I can still see your smile
and i can still feel the times
where your advice would console me.
Apart of me feels like maybe you not leaving me lonely
because these memories carry me.
They talk to me and I feel them all so suddenly.
Sometimes I still feel like you are here with me.
— from “Memories that keep me sane,” by Irma Simeus.
Irma Simeus just completed college. She studied to be a medical assistant. One of her profiles on a poetry site, “intensedtherapy,” provided a succinct self-description: “I write my emotions pure and simple and i capture my emotions thru my words. I have been writing since i was about 11 or 12 and haven’t stopped ever since.”
Irma’s family says she loved to create. Not just write, but sing. Poems found online, attached to an e-mail address that also brings up Irma’s MySpace profile in a search of that site, read like lyrics.
And i can’t believe i fell for your lies
but than usually i am the one who puts on the disguise.
And the phony way that you used to care for me wasn’t nothing but a phase
because i am moving on to financial success
while you let your financial assets go down to waste.
— from “Standing Ovasion [sic]” by Irma Simeus.
Some of Irma’s poems appeared to be intensely personal. One, “My Angelic Demon,” was remarkable for the anger it showed. Reading Irma’s verse it was hard to not wonder if the poem was connected to some real and perhaps even potentially dangerous events in her personal life. A portion of the poem:
Damn revenge is a bitch.
Honestly I never thought about lyin to you
but shit you thought i was pregnant so what else could i do?
Too bad you never knew I was the one who turned your metro off too.
The same chick that accessed all your passcodes
and did things you never thought i would boo.
I found out about the side bitch so I did what the fuck that i had to do.
Laughing to myself thinking about how I also was the master behind the office calls too
Shit it wasn’t my fault that I got people in places that will lie for me too.
But my favorite part is sending the fake letter you thought
was from my Doctor’s Office you fool.
You think you got An Std but karmas a mother ain’t it boo?
i would actually tell you that now you are a fool
just like the child you think that you fathered from me too.
The best part of it all is i know it’s all a lie
But You think it’s the truth.
If Irma Simeus was addressing a real ex in that poem, I imagine the police may want to speak with him.
The following is from the Palm Beach Post article about Irma’s murder:
Detectives have yet to specify how Simeus was killed but are calling the death a homicide. Anyone who was in the Elmhurst Road area, west of Haverhill Road, on Friday night or early Saturday morning can call the sheriff’s Violent Crimes Division at (561) 688-4000 or Crime Stoppers at (800) 458-TIPS (8477).
Maybe, if someone has reason to call those numbers above with answers to this mystery, we’ll find out why the wig, the brush, and the sandal trailed up to that blood-spattered Honda at the end of that road. Find out if Irma’s “Angelic Demon” had the scales fall from his eyes and decided it was time for his own brand of revenge.
[WPTV.com and the Palm Beach Post. Additional link: article written by Irma Simeus for Helium.com.]