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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Labeled The Nice Girl #Poetry #Poem #ASMSG

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I woke up and thought

“I hate being the nice girl”

My niceties make me want to hurl
Forgive

Forget

Frail

Fail

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?
Because
Nice girl blood runs through my veins

And I’m a true glutton for pain
So
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

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I tried to give you everything

I tried opening up my heart

Once you saw me raw and real

You were ready to depart

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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

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Somehow I became the enemy of your universe

Everything I said was answered with a curse…

Of my existence

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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

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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.

 

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

Iniquitous Solace- The Aftermath

Penelope Jones- Spanking it since 1996!

Copyright 2013

Secrets by Penelope Jones #Poetry #ASMSG #erotica

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Secrets

by Penelope Jones

We all have them hidden deep inside

How easily they glide…

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Off the tongue

A laundry list of secrets, I sung

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“You make my juices seep”

“When you text my heart skips a beat”

“And my legs go weak”

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“I like to be spanked until I cry”

“And yes, my dickhead father’s likely the reason why”

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“I love the way sweat feels”

“I love wearing high heels”

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“I have a fetish for knee socks”

“I’m also seeking a collar that locks”

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Each secret opens up a new world to explore

Each word you spoke left me begging for more

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You scare the hell out of me

Yet, determination is the key

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I told you, “I don’t chase men”

You invited me to your den

Laid before me were your sins

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Crops, whips, and paddles too

I knew you’d know just what to do

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You tell me your secrets

And I’ll tell you mine

I hope you’re not just feeding me lines

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By my own admission

Of my submission

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You hold the keys to drive my life

You hold the power to cut me like a knife

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All I can do is pray you won’t

That you don’t

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Because you’re right

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I’ll continue to share my truths

No matter how depraved or dark

We embark…

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On a path of lust and need

Maybe we’ll succeed

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Who knows what this journey has in store

I hope it’s dirty, delicious, and more

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Because for the right man or woman…

I’m a whore! 

 

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Copyright 2013  by Penelope Jones- Spanking it since 1996!

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

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It was because you used to like me

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You used to care

We made a great pair

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I miss that, I do

Fuck you

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

I wish there was some potion

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To alleviate this stage

Of rage

And

Sadness

I need to get back to gladness

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I miss you I do

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But I can take a hint

You’re hell-bent

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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

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And I still miss you

Iniquitous Solace- The Aftermath