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—



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)




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



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



You always snuffed out the good

I did everything I should



You left me in a pile on the floor

You didn’t need me anymore



I held on as long as I could

I did everything a good submissive would




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

My heart-broken, my love turned to hate



I’m drowning in them



Penelope Jones copyright 2013

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…





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