I’ve Outgrown Loving Him #Poetry #SelfAwareness #SelfLove #MentalAbuse 

I thought he was the love of my life

I thought I would be his wife 

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I destroyed every relationship that couldn’t compare

I did anything I could to show him I cared

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He said he couldn’t marry me if I was over 200 lbs

Yes, I know how shitty that sounds

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But, I loved him

So, 5 days a week I went to the gym

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I wish I had the confidence I have now, then 

I wouldn’t have wasted so much time on him… again

Because I’ve out grown loving him

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Every fear I had he tested, 

Questioning if I was invested… in him.

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What I realized was they were all excuses for why I’d never be enough

After 13 years, it was some really heavy stuff 

But I’m tough! 

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I don’t know where single life will lead me

But, I’m so excited I could pee!

Yes, I’ve out grown him, indeed! 

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Penelope Jones— Spanking It Since 1996! 

#WILL2015

#KindnessSprinkleThatShitEverywhere 

Copyright July 2016

Love Wins, Fuck Hatred! #Poetry #weareOrlando

It was my weekend at home… 

My castle, my dome

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I went to the movies with my guy

I laid in my own bed with a sigh!

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My friends across the nation celebrating Gay Pride

Seeing all the smiles, not having to hide!

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Only to wake up to hatred taking 49 human being’s lives

This will not be our demise…

It can’t be!

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We stand together to show our support

But the ball is in our court…

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Our message of “Love Wins” needs to rise above…

Show’em what we’re made of! 

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We’re pissed, we’re angry, and we have every right to be…

But love is truly the key for me!

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I’m here

I’m queer

And, I’m nice.

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So, Please…

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Fuck the hatred that is spreading; we are so much more

Let’s strike them at their core… LOVE WINS! 

#WeAreOrlando 
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I’m here, I’m queer, I’m kinky, and I’m fucking proud!

Penelope Jones — Spanking it since 1996! 

#KindnessSprinkleThatShitEverywhere
COPYRIGHT 2016 

Let’s Chat About Your Box #Poetry #LetsTalkAboutSex #WILL2015 

Your box can be yellow

Your box can be blue

Your box can be pink

It’s all up to you.

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Your box can stand for boy

Your box can stand for girl

Your box could be filled with so much more

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But here’s the dealio peeps 

Hold onto your seats…

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Your box doesn’t have to be a box at all

I know, aren’t you appalled?

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It can be a circle, a triangle, or made out of air.

Why am I telling you this?

Because I care!

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Stop penguin holding yourself to what society says is right

Come to the light!

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You don’t need a label 

To tell you you’re able… 

to fuck!

So, guess what you’re in luck!

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Let’s chat about your box! 
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Penelope Jones- Spanking it since 1996!

Copyright 2015

Moments by Penelope Jones #poetry #relationships #WILL2015

Morning my lovelies … 

 

Iniquitous Solace: The Aftermath is still hot in the poetry sections on Amazon, and the reviews are still pouring in and it’s been in the top 20 Top rated poetry!  I still can’t believe it, but 5 stars have swept the boards so far. I’m blown away and humbled, and I’m so proud  to say—

I WROTE THAT BOOK

 

Oh… and it’s in print. A real book that you can smell, hold, caress, and sleep with. (don’t judge… it’s my book baby! hehe)

 

Just in case you need a bit more enticement … (excerpt from Is- The Aftermath)

 

 

IWasGladWeMet

I can’t wait for the day I can think of you and feel nothing.

 

Moments

by Penelope Jones

I tried to hold onto the moments just like you said,

You were in my head

 

Birds didn’t sing

It was  -just-  a fling

 

Not fast enough

Too slow

Not enough

Too much

 

Nothing I did was right

All we did was fight

 

Moments

You always snuffed out the good

I did everything I should

 

Moments…

You left me in a pile on the floor

You didn’t need me anymore

 

Moments

I held on as long as I could

I did everything a good submissive would

 

Except

 

I didn’t stand up to you until it was too late

My heart-broken, my love turned to hate

 

Moments

I’m drowning in them

 

 

Penelope Jones copyright 2013

Love Day Sucks #Poetry #ASMSG #Valentine

I woke up thinking it would be OK

then I realized just what everyone had to say

 

Happy Love Day…

 

Each time that word fell across my ears

Therapy bills piled up for years

 

I love you meant hitting your kids and wife

I love you meant giving up your life

 

I love you meant you weren’t good enough

I love you meant life was tough

 

I love you meant screwing someone else

I love you meant dealing with what was dealt

 

I love you meant not really caring

not really daring

to— love

 

 

My words might as well have been dead

When I said,

I love you …

 

It meant— I love you

 

It meant you were enough

I meant together we would be tough

 

It meant making love all night long

It meant “they were playing our song”

 

It meant I cared

It meant I dared

 

It meant my heart would be broken

It meant I would just be a token

 

to be given away

just like any other day,

and no I’m not OK.

 

Love Day sucks …

Fuck

 

Penelope Jones copyright 2013 

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Your Rhythm gives My Rhythm a Boner #Poetry #ASMSG #PoetryWednesday

Two such very different views,

Yet you’re my muse

 

You think love is science and math

I think love guides you along life’s path

 

2+3 doesn’t equal five in the game of love

Something your logical mind can’t rise above

 

I think love is alive and well

You think love means a living hell

 

I don’t think love is hearts and romance

I think it’s a very intricate, yet tormenting dance

Made to enhance…

 

Life.

 

 

I want to wrap you in my version of love

I want to help you rise above

 

Love isn’t about sex or money

Or about how many times you call me bunny

 

It’s about the times I asked how your days was

The times you bought me a card just because

 

Love has a rhythm unique to its owner

Your rhythm gives my rhythm a boner

 

My heart lived in a dark place

Your heart crowded in my space

 

You happened without warning

It all started with, “Good morning.”

 

Love is written all over our faces,

And can be found in the strangest places…

 

Like the janitor’s closet.

 

Penelope Jones copyright 2013

Labeled The Nice Girl #Poetry #Poem #ASMSG

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I woke up and thought

“I hate being the nice girl”

My niceties make me want to hurl
Forgive

Forget

Frail

Fail

I exhaled


How many times do I say it’s OK?

Tell the dickheads to have a nice day?
Kill’em with kindness it’s how I was raised

Except I’m afraid I’m done with that maze
I’m tired of always being the bigger ‘man’

I’m thinking shit’s about to hit the fan
I hate feeling like I’ve been used

That my niceties are being abused


Don’t take me for granted

Damn it!


Who am I trying to fool?

I’ll continue to be the pack mule
I put on my mask…

Why you ask?
Because
Nice girl blood runs through my veins

And I’m a true glutton for pain
So
Nice girl will always be my trait

I hate