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 …



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…





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


I woke up and thought

“I hate being the nice girl”

My niceties make me want to hurl




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?
Nice girl blood runs through my veins

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

I hate

You should be ashamed #Poetry #BrokenHeart #ASMSG

I could live in luxury

I could live like the poor

As long as you were there,

I never needed more


I tried to give you everything

I tried opening up my heart

Once you saw me raw and real

You were ready to depart


I told you I was a mess,

I told you my crazy had spoken

I told you I don’t come with a token…

Operation manual


Somehow I became the enemy of your universe

Everything I said was answered with a curse…

Of my existence


I want to crawl back under the rock from which I came

My heart will never be the same

You are to blame…

And you should be ashamed


Penelope Jones copyright 2013

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

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

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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Copyright 2013