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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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

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

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

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.

 

Iniquitous Solace: The Aftermath … Don’t miss the rollercoaster ride! 🙂

Iniquitous Solace- The Aftermath

Penelope Jones- Spanking it since 1996!

Copyright 2013

The Problem #Poetry #ASMSG

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I haven’t even begun, and the rumors are flying
Fuck you!
My soul was dying… inside

I was crying,
And now people are trying

To ruin what never even really started,
The dearly departed?

I’m a person with thoughts and feelings…
It’s time for me to start healing!

I keep to myself
I deal with the hand that life has dealt

I don’t need added drama;
Save it for your momma
Or your Llama.

Seriously, haters beware
Bad Penny’s about had it up to there!

I’m the nicest person ever
Yes, I will endeavor!

You can’t stop what’s meant to be
That’s not how life works, you see!

Destiny has started my journey…

I’m destine for a new start,
To mend my fucked heart,
And to be smart!

P.S. I know it’s my fabulousness that made you talk crap,
Well check out the map!

I’m winning!

Haters gonna hate
And I’m going to alleviate…

The Problem!

Penelope Jones copyright 2013

And I still miss you #OCT #Poetry #ASMSG #relationships

It was the way you wore your backpack, everywhere

It was the way you used to butt into my conversations just to talk to me

It was the way you sent flowers because I was having a rough week

It was the way you sent me text messages at ungodly hours because you knew I was awake

It was the way you allowed me to snuggle and touch you while you slept

.

It was because you used to like me

.

You used to care

We made a great pair

.

I miss that, I do

Fuck you

.

Why do I allow you to have such a hold on my emotions?

I wish there was some potion

.

To alleviate this stage

Of rage

And

Sadness

I need to get back to gladness

.

I miss you I do

.

But I can take a hint

You’re hell-bent

.

On destroying anything we could have had

And now I’m sad,

And you’re glad

This is bad…

You turned out like my dad

.

And I still miss you

Iniquitous Solace- The Aftermath