A Little Time Under Our Tree #Poetry #Love #Death #ForeverLove

Posted by Penelope Jones on August 12, 2015

I’m sitting under our favorite tree

I wondering if you’re thinking of me

I’ve thought about nothing else since you went away

You plague my life day after, day after day.

I think about how you used to hold my hand

And how you always thought my jokes were so grand

I think about the time we went to Paris

We had a great trip, despite your brother Harris

I remember the way you looked after a long, hard day

You knew I’d always be there to assure you, it’s okay

I thought you’d always be here too

Your being gone leaves me without a clue

I sometimes smell a faint memory of your scent

I know it’s not possible, but I hope it’s you leaving me a hint

I thought it would get easier as time passed by

I miss coming home to you saying hi

It hasn’t gotten less painful as I watch the world keep turning

And I keep laying awake yearning

Burning for you to return to me as if it weren’t true

Waking each morning not exactly sure what to do

What’s the next step in my life

I don’t think I could be someone else’s wife

I’m in love with you more today than ever before

I hate that tragedy has closed our door

You were the light of my dead-end alley

Now I live in the deepest, darkest valley

I’m so angry that you thought it was OK to die

You said you’d take care of me forever, you lied

I don’t think anyone really knows how much I hurt

My heart feels like it’s been drug through the dirt

It’s only been a few months, maybe I just need more time

What I really need is for everyone to stop telling me “it’ll be fine”

It won’t, I miss you so much I can’t breathe

Every night I wonder how could you leave

I mourn the loss of you, my one true love

That now looks down upon me from above

I’m going to move on, I promise you that

And no I’m not going to start collecting cats

I won’t become one of those old ladies

I rather spend the next 100 years in Hades

I say all these things but the future’s unsure

Because my heart ache’s for you, and there’s no cure

I think coming to visit our tree has helped

Rehashing the pains that life has dealt

I’m going to continue to love you forever

But as you know I am too clever

To waste away until I’m an old crone

Destined to spend my life alone

No…you know I sparkle too much to settle

Even though my throat is still encased in your metal

Your collar you put there to show that I’m yours

Each time I remember that night, my heart soars

Maybe one day I’ll be able to move on

Maybe one day I’ll be able to admit that your gone

Until then, I’ll continue to visit our tree

And wonder if you’re thinking of me

I will find Love again #Poetry #ASMSG

Posted by Penelope Jones on January 3, 2015

We’re in a sexual revolution

It’s not pollution

Sex is as natural as breathing

Desires seething

Lives becoming one

Orgasms that come undone

It was fun

I miss the days when I called

and you made me your fuck-doll

I miss the days when you’d rain down spanks

on my ass.

Why couldn’t it last?

All good things must come to an end

even though I miss the way our bodies bend…

I’m just reminiscing about what could have been

The way we sinned.

I’ll find love again—

Don’t you worry.

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Christmas Eve Special Edition of Little Miss Notoriety’s Advice Column #ASMSG #Holidays #Advice #Christmas

Posted by Penelope Jones on December 24, 2014

Happy Holidays you lovely creatures. I hope you’re having a most scrumptious Christmas Eve. Thank you for joining me for this special edition of my advice column. Tonight is all about how to survive your family during the Holiday Season… Ready? Get set? Go…

This advice can be used for so many thing during the holiday season… Let’s start with- if your mother asks you to look at the corn on her little toe. Run… fast and hard. When your mother’s brother’s uncle tries to pry into your love life, because he’s a miserable drunk that can’t get laid. Run… and HIDE. He knows where you live. When the 2 almost 3-year-old has pooped in his pants, because his parents won’t potty train him, but they didn’t want to hear the lecture of “why is your kid still in diapers?” Run… before they ask you to help! And last but certainly not least… When your lovely grandfather pulls out his false teeth and says. “Oh hunny bring me that glass.” Pretend you didn’t hear, and RUN! I wish I had been given this advice.

First you have twitter and in 140 characters or less you can have a rant over why you hate your family. Then you have blogs like this, where you can express all that hatred through poetry, prose, or photos. And last but not least… you got PORN! The internet is for Porn… The Internet is for Porn – Sesame Street Style! – YouTube

Right… well I’m not posting what I got myself, but I did purchase myself some fabulously naughty gifts and so did Joseph. I can’t wait to get back home to that pole!
So… that statement is true for giving as well as getting. Take my advice- Don’t be a spoiled rotten brat. If your 80-year-old granny gives you a pair of socks with cats on them, you put them bitches on and wear them like they are stylish! Don’t you hurt that woman’s feelings, or I will come and snatch you up and beat the tar out of you. And not in a fun spanky kinda way. Ask Bruce the Butcher what happens when you cross Little Miss Notoriety!
Mingle with your co-workers, it’s the only way to find out the dirt. That is, if you’d like your pick of whom to fuck in town like me.
You get nothing, when you ask for nothing. Remember this for future reference. Nothing is just going to be handed over… Well unless you’re me, and then life just seems to keep overflowing with loveliness. Fuckdoll by day, and Dominatrix by night, I have the perfect life.

I disagree. Mistletoe should be hung with care, no matter where. Hah, I rhymed, Penny would be so proud. And believe me… Mistletoe hung there, gets the best kisses ever!

And last but certainly not least… This is true for Santa, but certainly do not ask Mrs. Claus this question! She’s a prude and is liable to deny you presents for life. She has Santa by a ball, and I heard Bad Penny has the other one.
In conclusion… Exercise a month prior to the holidays, and you should buy new running shoes. When all else fails, the Internet is for Porn! Don’t be an ungrateful bitch/bastard, and have kinky office sex. Christmas is your traditions and yours to make it what you want. Don’t let someone tell you where to hang your Mistletoe!