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

Masks #Poetry #ASMSG

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Masks…

I screamed from the depths of my lungs

in the quietest voice possible,

“I’m sane, I promise.”

Laughter filled the room.

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Masks…

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I cried from the depths of my soul

with the smallest whimper.

“I’m not needy, I’m high maintenance.”

Grins flooded my friend’s faces.

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Masks…

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I begged from the depths of my heart,

my whisper crawled like an infant.

“Broken, bah. I’m super glued.”

Winks and smiles were given.

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Masks…

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I have them ten fold

and it’s why my ability to love

remains on hold

no longer bold

becoming cold…

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And bitter

A quitter.

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Love, just four little letters

It’s supposed to make everything better

not worse

maybe I’m cursed

Damned if I don’t,

damned if I do.

That’s my cue

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Push… Push as hard as I can

I don’t need a man

or woman

to

complete

me

damn.

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Masks…

.

 

I wear them to protect us all

I don’t think I could handle

one more fall

.

From grace

I need space

Pushing and pushing

.

until

I’m laying prone

alone

again

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My emotions billow

tears hit the pillow

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Masks…

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It’s of my own doing

yet I’m sad.

When I should be glad,

I’m mad.

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Mad…that I can’t believe in love anymore

supposedly natures cure

so pure.

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White innocence like a dove

that’s not love.

Hatred of what love costs

A battle

I lost.

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Masks…

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I’ll be putting mine back on now.

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I’m linking up with Open Link night for poets…. So hop, skip, jump, or hump on over to dVerse Poets Pub and see what others are rhyming about! 🙂