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 PennyAnte
Joined: 4/17/2016
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Terminally Unique Page 9 of 14    (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14)
Remember this. You got a taste on bitter lips
Recoil the ropes, let them hang high, yelps to the sky
Released he topples. His fear elated overjoyed the pain he loves
Reminded now of threats and whippings the little boy takes a bow

He paints his face on depending what's wrong or who he will humiliate
He pushes just so far to feel intimidating then he withdraws because he is numb
So leaves him glorious, a golden compass to lead him to where he'll be crowned
He doesn't care their side of the road affair would mean nothing to him anyway
He counts the days then blotting out a plan there plotting out a mission of misery

Remember this. You ate at my broken heart
Put down the gun let them fall down bleed out then
Relieved he grapples words insane aren't remembered don't mean much
Reminded now of disciplines that seeded lies within the boy who cries now
He combs his hair to hide his ears that never hear when he manipulates
He scoffs for long lengthy retorts his heart aborts any one who relates
 PennyAnte
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Lost Love
Posted: 3/21/2017 8:46:39 PM
Will we act surprised what are we supposed to do now?
Set the stage I know at your age emotions can be delicate
Turn the page your observations are misconstrued and rude
Gentlemen in your company are eating chocolate

So will we have to write a script for your ego again?
Look at your reflection your mirror has a smoke screen
Turn your head you are infatuated with who you used to be.
Ladies in your presence are chatting over tea

Are you planting a new audience they become to your charm
She was whittling at her waist line for a bottle of perfume
Turn the light on her love bombing with syrup on her chest
Alone in your company she is as boring as the rest

You're a player you're still playing and waiting for the best
She was yours but she is long gone because you put her to the test
That was you manipulating for everything you wanted from her
Now she is gone and now your haunted by memories that stir

At least you know now not for nothing it was the things that you do
That there is still a heart that beats and there are feelings in you
Although you couldn't maintain the agenda that you pushed through
You at least will have the memories of a love that once was true
 PennyAnte
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ECT
Posted: 3/21/2017 8:49:40 PM
The anger turned into a demon wrapped in a purple cape
You felt that tried to deny it but it was pure hate.

It hurt you, you felt your heart breaking I remember
It was to hard to have to decide should I go see her again
I want to remember her sitting in the sun in the rose robe

The last thing they want to break you to take away that mother's love
This is the beast laying down the family broken down recite for a King
Stop talking and it breaks you forsakes you, you have nothing

The depression turned into wasted days wasted years they are grey

The haunted rooms they put me in cold tables the straps were tight
Silence before they put the depressor in you know they're about to begin
Shock stifles soul suffering the dark angels come late in the night
 PennyAnte
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Shoes
Posted: 3/21/2017 10:00:59 PM
He would be 43
His name was James
I had no money
So the Doctors came
I signed the note
Haunted by
A laboratory
Instead of a grave
I had no place to mourn
The pain remains
You see
Your shoes I have worn
But you don't know me
I lost a son
When I was seventeen
 PennyAnte
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Meth Demons
Posted: 3/21/2017 10:19:47 PM
Them Meth Demons they sit and wait watch for you to be vulnerable
They hear the words spoke against them and they will use whomever able
They choose to silence you

Those Meth Demons they are out there they hold on careful to their prey
Words of power they detest and they destroy whoever gets in their way
They protest and won't confess their nature at all they try to hide but
Meth Demons are real they are visitors spawn from your insides

Somewhere deep there dark inside you is a pain that won't let go
Meth Demon knows it's secrets and it keeps it's story untold
Meth Demons have watched and waited you are sedated you are bound
They won't let you hear her wisdom they won't listen to one sound

You are their prisoner the Meth Demons have you tethered wrapped in chains
Meth Demons come in all forms even in forums they are strange
Meth Demons they will attack you they will come through you to the other side
You might not see them you might not hear them then you finally recognize

They're the Demons stifling your truth to manufacture something minimized
Death Demons Meth Demons they want you until you DIE.
 PennyAnte
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The Scapegoats Song
Posted: 3/22/2017 1:58:09 PM
In my defense I didn't lie, just put to the constant test and to be so criticized to be so humiliated because of how I related to a post where I could read into what truly seemed like an addiction problem to me.
I was correct and without respect still got pressured and tested and pushed up against the wall. I would preferred to tell them all.. it was just a friend. She was my friend but I had to disclose that she was closer than more than I wanted people to know.. but to and fro there were low blows and here and there they dragged me through the mud. This is not a diatribe. I don't need one to hide how I was bullied by all your "friends".
If you looked back at the past and read again how in troubled waters I learned to swim. If you look back now in history you will see now I don't need sympathy. It's not for me. Never did I relish in the sympathy that made other's jealous. I would rather someone say I was brave or I had courage than to be led to a pity pot to be discouraged.
I did not lie. I just tried to keep my sisters soul at peace. Yet there at a constant I was haunted because a narcissist believed it was all about her. So shoot the messenger. I guess her protesting fury had nothing to do with me.
I will agree. My poetry is not for everyone. I found a place here where I can express for some. If you want to think it's about you then I have no control over what you do. If it's painful and you relate perhaps you are misdirecting the hate you hate.
When your asking for validation perhaps your not getting your sensations that do finally relieve you of your sickness and in it's viciousness so you can feel better. Good on you. I hope it helps. It doesn't affect me. I can surely tell who she sends to do her bidding while she laps up her victories. Perhaps sitting awaiting the post she hopes will pierce the most from all of those whom she has vetted.
That's the trait now they say of the Golden child. It is passed down in a twisted family dynamic. There is no cure for her. She doesn't see herself as wrong. That is only the scapegoats song. For she has long been gone labeled the blackest sheep.
So here I'm not forlorn. There is nothing new. I've been a target before. Triggered by nothing more than a look or a stare. Here they were just simple words. I maybe read backwards but my intent was never what you said it was. I was just writing here with a poetic license that I will use as I may. I think I have the right. I'm not picking the worn out fight. I think I can say what I want to say.
 PennyAnte
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Cathy Alone
Posted: 3/22/2017 3:03:03 PM
She wore green jeans to the meetings
Always sat in the same seat
Her hair was always a mess
But she left her spot nice and neat

She was old school not airbrushed
She told it like it was
When snowflakes got offended
She'd scold them for their fuss

Now somethings can be sugar coated
Because they are nice and sweet
While other things can't be polished
Because they are simply shit

She wore straw hats in summer
But took them off in church
She wore her best dress on Sunday
Saved the rags for work

She was a garden variety soldier
With a husband who died in the war
She always held her head high
Never let anyone see a scar

You couldn't piddle past her
It was piss if it was yellow
She would call you out
When keeping strange bed fellows

She didn't argue her convictions
No there were no flies on her
She just held you at a distance
And let you spare your useless words...
 PennyAnte
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The Box
Posted: 3/22/2017 3:04:42 PM
Yes they will get buried
Like love letters in a dust filled cabinet
Let them go with the pictures
In a box under the bed

See your smile so bright and brilliant
And the flash of your wedding dance
Those were days of joy and resilience
with memories sometimes left to chance

yes until you search for something
and find that dusty box
you lift the tattered lid
and see the babes first locks

the ticket stub the dried violet
the first time he wrote a poem
yes now that he is gone
this is the most precious thing you own

the blue ribbon the paper clipping
the birthday card from overseas
These are the simple things that are like gold to me

Then maybe a sigh maybe a smile
I slide that box away
Move on no time to cry
Time to cease the day
 PennyAnte
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Auntie Heinous
Posted: 3/22/2017 3:11:49 PM
Some don't care they shake and rattle hit right below the belt
Resounding sounding shuffling out words that really are quite trite
Belting pelting texting trouble that's the main concern
Yes, they need to feed to fixate upon every other word

Transposing exposing supposing exploding
Throw your niece under the bus
Oh Auntie dear see here see here your opinions to discuss
I imagine you think throngs of people gather to wait and watch

Clinging waiting while your winging for shallow pot shots
Know it all except you falter because everything is not about you
You can't help it that's just one of sorts of tactics that narcissists use
Yes, just one of the kind like gas lighting for abuse.

Auntie Auntie here you are with nothing much to say
Your boiling toiling scolding scalding in your vicious way
Wasting time and littering your garbage here and there
While one of yours is beaten lost but everyone is here to save

Trying to rebound you made a mess but that's your side of the street
You fight to be right while shit piles up and your stepping in it deep
Square headed old man has the cash that you could never stash
Now Auntie flies from here to there whenever he says pack

Just one charm on a bracelet worn with other blonds on it
She is waiting patiently for the wedding bells to ring
Yet in her heart oh Auntie dear knows that's not happening
She is blind but fluffs up words and thinks she is a genius

While others maybe shake their head and see that she is heinous.
 Aprilovesrosas
Joined: 2/13/2017
Msg: 210
Auntie Heinous
Posted: 3/22/2017 7:23:40 PM
Mrs Penny.
I don't know what people are bothering you but...
My Humble advice is Simply to ignore them, and let THEIR soul take care of them. do not allow them to reach your soul with the purpose of saddening your soul.
Do not read what they post, and that will be YOUR best revenge on them. Whoever they are.

May God give you that strength and peace to do what you need to do.

April
 PennyAnte
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Dear April
Posted: 3/23/2017 12:22:42 AM
No one is bothering me April. I hurt a woman here with a poem that was inspired by a thread where we had a disagreement. The poem was not about her and I was reluctant to describe the poem in detail because it was about a family member. She became furious with me defending herself over a few lines in the poem that had nothing to do with her. Her friends came in her defense.

She came here and insisted the poem was about her. After I pleaded with her that it was not and to leave me alone. She insisted. They called me a liar. I struggled with her but she insisted and her friend that the poem was about her. She said I had fake breasts, I was miserable, I was probably a fall down drunk and slept around. Then her friends came around telling me I was asking for insults anytime I tried to defend myself. It's okay. I will be yesterdays news soon enough and they will throw me away like a rag magazine.. Don't feel sorry for me and I don't need revenge. There is nothing to revenge. It was all just a very bad miscommunication and she brought a lot of people into it that made it more complex.

However I did use my poetic license and made reference to the thread that was about addiction/selfies/meth. So I understand why It caused the conflict and in text no one can hear the inflections of ones voice or the tone of ones sincerity so a lot got read wrong.
I am already very sad. The anger that is in me has nothing to do with them. I wrote some poems afterwards that were angry poems and other people took them personally and they could have. I wrote them that way, but I don't know these people. Nothing about them. This woman still has some perceived argument going on with me which she calls a "snit" and I have no fight. I give up. Ignoring is a good idea but sometimes it's hard to close your eyes when someone throws a bucket of shit at you.

If anyone reads from the beginning of this thread. I write some angry stuff. It helps me when I struggle. It has helped me in my recovery from Narcissist Abuse. It has helped me with sobriety. I write about childhood sexual abuse. I write about death. I write about some painful things. I used terms like flying monkey, grey rock, triangulation, toxic love, love bombing...this is the narrative in my therapy. I write about beatings. Favoritism, philandering, love lost, my husband's death, demons, Lucifer, God, Jesus, Heaven and Hell and some are futuristic.

I had a very sad childhood. I lost a son when I was young. My mom died when I was ten. My Dad was alcoholic and he died when I was 22. I I lost a sibling. My daughter has had cancer twice. My aunt died last month. I've had losses. Not all of my poetry is about pain but a lot of it is. I don't do it for sympathy. I write it to find a place for the anger and the pain so it does not distract me from the people that are most important to me. The things that are most important and the poems gut out that fear and anguish and I get relief.

I don't read what these other ladies write. I don't go to the forums that are off menu. When I do go to Poems and Quotes I don't participate and they vote me off if I try to post a new thread anyway. I usually just read. I find some amazing gems there. Some really beautiful poetry in the archives and I comment and bump it up in hopes that some one else may enjoy reading it too. I don't want to be part of a clique. So if I am being rejected there it is fine. It doesn't seem necessary for them to come here to continue to strew trash on my poetry pages here. I don't know how Rain Dance is a diatribe. or Spring... but others think so and want to inflict their opinion on me, so be it. They can come and write their opinions nasty or not. It's okay. I can't control it. I don't think it distracts much from a beautifully written piece.

When I was an addictions counselor we used to use this term "playing tennis with an Octopus" It was a metaphor. I wrote a poem about that and apparently again the woman took offense and it was ALL about her and the whole shit show started again. I am not going to be timid about what I write. I'm almost 60 years old. I have had many an experience before I found the POF forums. I may write about something again that someone will relate to and feel like it is ALL about them. I'm not sure that is a bad thing. Not sure at all.

Thank you April for your kindness. This is a message in response to April and I have no intent to "bash" anyone else here. I hope you all are having sweet dreams tonight. God bless you.
 PennyAnte
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Just Ducky
Posted: 3/23/2017 8:39:12 AM
I’ve heard it said more than one time
Yet it makes no reason or no rhyme
To be spiteful it is like a Cat!
I was wondering what you think of that?

I think that you would have more luck
To liken this trait to the Ducks
The ducks they seem to all cosign
Resounding tunes that make no rhyme

And blurred into monotonous “Quacks”
A melody is what they lack
But then throw in a piece of bread
They turn and twist their necks and heads.

Vie for morsels , They attack
Each others heads and feathery backs
It likens to a cluster ****
When I see these greedy ducks

So why personify the Cat??
This gentle creature does not distract
From grooming on her furry coat
While noisy ducks are all afloat

She simply smiles washing her face
And watches while this all takes place
At noisy miserable ducks that squawk
The cat just turns her head and balks.

Then she walks away with pride
To find a quiet place to hide.
 PennyAnte
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A Piece of Me
Posted: 3/23/2017 10:46:52 AM
I lost a piece of me when he died
For awhile I felt like there was nothing left
I was just empty inside

I lived that way secluded buried in books
My friends would come try to take me for a ride
Their love some days pulled me through it

Most days were just gray and I wanted nothing
I just wanted to sleep to sleep and maybe to dream
To dream of those last hours I held him

He wasn't kicking the clock was ticking
Dismissed the signs It was my first time
I was too young to know but I punished myself
Year after year just felt self loathing exploding

I barely had money to feed myself
The house was cold in those winter months
Then it was over and all the tiny things
I had to fold them tearful packed them away

Premature and a heart that needed surgeries
God saved him from great agony
But left me in misery
Wanting him and that piece of me.
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Flying Monkeys
Posted: 3/23/2017 12:51:57 PM
Now she sends the flying monkeys
Here they come, here they come
Trivialize her malicious tongue
Makes her seem less brutal
Lest she come undone

It makes her thinks she's won
Flying monkeys Oh what fun.

Hear her here she needs those monkeys
Let's them do her dirty work
They come flying because she's melting
To tell me how she is butt hurt

Wafting water squirting squirt
Her hands are all muddy but
She'll deny that she's been playing
Wading in the dirt

Monkey Monkey you're being used
You see she's hoovered you in
She needs you to comfort her
Because she truly has thin skin

I'll be fair in warning you
Bubbles don't get sucked in!!!

Come now ape let me escape
Come smell me I'm a rose
Help me flying monkey friend
Before I get exposed
Before it hits their nose
Help them suppose
what I suppose
What every one should know!

I am a the victim here
That's what I want them to see
It's 12:00 the pumpkins rotting
Oh monkey come save me

My rats have all run free
And I will give a rats shit
If you want rat shit from me.

Tell me now you dusty girl
I need someone to tally fate
Where is my God Mother with her
Magic wand of hate

Speak for me cause I'm to late
Only you can clean the slate
Come on baby shake it shake
Make her pay go on the take

Monkey Monkey flying high
Who was behind that curtain?
I don't know but this I know
and this I know for certain

You're in need because you know
my little feeling is hurting
I need you now to fix this good
I'll use you to be understood

I don't care to understand
Not with you around
You've got the mud on both your hands
and .....

I come up with the crown.
 PennyAnte
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Pride
Posted: 3/23/2017 3:51:23 PM
Lucifer went falling on the wings of an angel
Prideful wanting a place above humans in God's mind
The war began and the heavens were divided
Lucifer his pinions wounded falling feathers left behind

His wish to be a human
Betrays what angels are to me
For what I know of angels
I can't see in humanity
Sorrow we've lost loved ones
We say now they can fly
Yet they were never angels
Nor do they become angels
when they die

Mother is in heaven yes I see her garden of blue
She finds no weeds no thorns there
Nothing to pursue
She is content and resting in God's arms she sleeps
While Angels watch over her and
Jesus keeps her in peace

I wish I was an angel resting there with her
I feel cast out and lost without her
Just like Lucifer
It's was not pride that stole that love from me
It was a cancer that consumed her
And that marked my destiny forever more

For every day that followed after the day that she was gone
Was a day with grief and sorrow and
Missing her alone

I have spent a many night watching the stars
Hoping that she is hearing as my love calls
I have stood beside the shadows that
Cast grey upon the walls

I hope to see her figure or perchance to remember
her smile.
But cold was separation when they lowered her to the ground
The woman watching weeping
I shall never forget that sound

He must have too been sobbing
Poor Lucifer astray
When God did wound his pinions and clipped
his wings away
His legions they did follow and they were angels no more
For they too were truly very jealous of the
Humans God adored

I know this is an allegory just a story of old
It isn't even scripture just a fable or call it lore
But perhaps you've lived the moral or heard of it before
"Pride goeth before destruction and a haughty spirit
before a fall"

(quote is from Proverbs 16:18 King James Version.)

copr M. Mizzoni
 PennyAnte
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The Scapegoats Song (written again)
Posted: 3/23/2017 4:01:17 PM
"The Scapegoats Song"

In my defense I didn't lie, just put to the constant test and to be so criticized
To be so humiliated because of how I related to a post where I could read into
what truly seemed like an addiction problem to me.

I was correct and without respect still got pressured and tested
Pushed up against the wall. I would preferred to tell them all..
It was just a friend. She was my friend but I had to disclose
That she was closer than more than I wanted people to know..

To and fro there were low blows and here and there they dragged me
Through the mud. This is not a diatribe. I don't need one
Not to hide how I was bullied by all your "friends".

If you looked back at the past and read again how in
Troubled waters I learned to swim. If you look back now in history
You will see now I don't need sympathy. It's not for me.

Never did I relish in the sympathy that made other's jealous.
I would rather someone say I was brave or I had courage
Than to be led to a pity pot to be discouraged.

I did not lie. I just tried to keep my sisters soul at peace.
Yet there at a constant I was haunted because a narcissist believed
It was all about her. So shoot the messenger.
I guess her protesting and fury had nothing to do with me.
I will agree. My poetry is not for everyone.
I found a place here where I can express for some.

If you want to think it's about you then I have no control over what you do.
If it's painful and you relate perhaps you are misdirecting the hate you hate.

When you're asking for validation perhaps you're not getting your sensations
They do finally relieve you of your sickness and in it's viciousness so you can feel better.
Good on you. I hope it helps. It doesn't affect me. I can surely tell who she sends
To do her bidding while she laps up her victories.
Perhaps sitting awaiting the post she hopes will pierce me the most
From all of those whom she has vetted.

That's the trait now they say of the Golden child. It is passed down
It's in a twisted family dynamic. There is no cure for her I know why
She doesn't see herself as wrong. That is only the scapegoats song.
For she has long been gone labeled the blackest sheep. Don't weep

So here I'm not forlorn. There is nothing new. I've been a target before.
Triggered by nothing more than a look or a stare. Here they were just simple words.
I maybe read backwards but my intent was never what you said it was.
I was just writing here with a poetic license that I will use as I may.
I think I have the right. I'm not picking the worn out fight.

I think I can say what I want to say.
 PennyAnte
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Copping
Posted: 3/24/2017 12:09:52 AM
It feels like your living the same day over and over again
to no end
If you wake with nothing to take the pain soon begins
It's physical the withdrawal and it could be fatal who knows?
So you know before you get too sick it's time to hustle
Get that drug now so you can fade away, get the blow.

It feels like your seeing the same people over and over again
to no end
There it's not to share it's to take and get what they can get
If you have nothing they are not as good a friend as they are
when you score
Eventually anyway they will want more and more then
So you know before no one kicks in you best make
some calls again

It feels like the same day over and over, over and over again
to no end
Then the wait. That's the frustrating part I know you know this my friend
You think of nothing. Hear the clock ticking and watch the door
Body jonesing crazy emotions you are crashing hard this time
Dealer calls you got the cash or he's not coming til after nine
You know you'll break that late what can you take if you have to wait
That's to long you'll be sick if you don't get that line in time.

Chasing, Racing, Almost tasting, Tortured thoughts
About that fix
Go I got 60. Ace has 40, You have 50 make a run now
We got this.
Dealers got you, He doesn't pick up. You are strung out
Holding on to you phone Awaiting just there waiting for the find
He's the warden You are in a cell now, you're in prison did you know?
There are no prison walls... they are all just in your mind.

When you were a child dreaming believing you could be
Anything you wanted to be
That every day would be an adventure that your life would
be complete
You never thought you would be owned by a needle
You never dreamed of this defeat
Yet here you are now every day is the same now over and again
to no end

You need that bad now bodies hurting your mind is beat
And that dealers counting all your mean cash while
You are hustling in the street.

It feels like the same day over and over, over and over again
to no end
Then the wait. That's the frustrating part I know you know this my friend
You think of nothing. Hear the clock ticking and watch the door
Body jonesing crazy emotions you are crashing hard this time
Dealer calls you got the cash or he's not coming til after nine
You know you'll break that late what can you take if you have to wait
That's to long you'll be sick if you don't get that line in time.
 PennyAnte
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Scott
Posted: 3/24/2017 1:58:37 AM
He spoke to me suddenly like a wind that sweeps away the dry leaves on a breezy day in November
It was a haunting voice and with a tone that was like a song from my childhood days that I remembered
I was returned then, back again like it was in the present tense again there held in suspense awaiting
The feelings returned flashing back serious and sullen I was broken down and worn out under a spell
I believed that if I could become perfect in his eyes that he would stop the lies and come home to me
I believed that if I could change and become like the woman he stared at to long if I could be that pretty
I believed that if I could do whatever he wanted me to do to please his every whim I could keep him

He spoke again so softly a whispered intent in the throws of passion that I thought was just a fantasy
Then I realized after he was satisfied that he really meant that to bring me pain brought him much ecstasy
I felt a fool as I dressed with my back turned feeling disgraced feeling empty feeling used feeling burned
Yet I knew I was so infatuated that even though I had not anticipated learning such a futile truth
That I would be there next time he called after me and I would wait and long after him no matter what excuse
Even though he whispered in vain kissing my name so softly on my neck as he caused my pain
I knew that the moment he called again I would be at his beckon call having waited with baited breath just like the rest

Oh yes he had more I knew that too and I didn't question him for that would make him angry and distant
So I betrayed myself too I didn't let him do it alone. I let him make himself right at home to lose my dignity
He knew it too all he had to do was go down his list and if the first ones he picked rejected him I said yes in an instant
He had me tagged from the day we met he read me well that was his way I gave him tells and he saw my weakness
He played sympathetic and I guess I was pathetic because I believed he was empathetic but he was conspiring
He was gathering information checking all the right boxes making sure he would stay on top if he had to oppress me
That was his mission He liked to dominate He was misogynist I was another woman to hate to address me

I let my passions go. I gave up time with friends. I was in isolation and didn't even really know it
He had me on the clock. I had to take his calls on the dot or be interrogated and my night was slated for misery
It was never about love although he used the word he bombed me good in the first few weeks with an impression
I thought I loved him so but I was in love with love and I couldn't let another one go after failing before with many
He knew that about me He always brought it up To see the half empty cup he was a pessimist yet a perfectionist
I tried my best to cope when others said there was no hope I wouldn't listen to them I had advice got it plenty
Then it happened when I thought my world was ending but now I know it was a pure blessing but in disguise.
 PennyAnte
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Sleep
Posted: 3/24/2017 11:06:35 AM
They put me to sleep
It was boring
Like a chore
I had put off
Not wanting the
Tedious task
To continue to ask
To take my time
To read again
Your injury and
Paste it here and there
So someone else
Could see how
much you hated me
I went to sleep
I slept well
Awake again to
Another spell
They cast it well
But not in secret
Their intent was
Not discreet it
Was blaring calling
Back at me
Your injury so
Paste it here and there
So you can plead
And can be pleased
To wait and see
If you can provoke
Whose next to poke
To make a report
Because your weak retorts
Do not affect me
I fell asleep
It does bore me
I crank one out
With simplicity
They flow through me
Another entity
I let him be
To exist in me
To capture evil
To keep me safe
To avoid the words
That bring disgrace
To keep the demons
Far from me
To set me free
From their insanity
They put me to sleep
And I sleep well
Seven fold I cast a spell
I gave my soul
To wishes there
As I threw pennies
Into the well
As I dreamed high
Searching the sky
To give my love
To the stars above
To think of you
I wished to dream
Sleep is my escape
From boredom then
You come to me
And I am free again
 PennyAnte
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Minus 7 Degrees
Posted: 3/26/2017 1:18:26 PM
Old Joe with no place to go with sometimes stay at his Mom's
He was popular once back in the good old days he played
Track was his best and the girls would come flocking just to
Be watching how fast he could go he was like a gazelle
Running to win yes he was the best some thought for college

Then his true love passed away. She was a girl from the hood
She was his anchor and she loved him without doubt
When everyone else failed him she understood she was so good for him
She was a beauty too long golden hair and eyes so vividly blue
When they were together their love never mistaken it was true

Then one fatal night she wasn't going to leave but decided to go
She just lived up the street and was driving a bug Volkswagen slow
Out from no where a truck came through a red light intersection
Mary Jo had no prayer it T-boned her drivers side there she died
Praise God it was instantly because the wreck was so severe

Joe grew old in his grieving he aged and he raged no relief for him
He was never quite the same He picked up a bottle and went
Full throttle on to lead a life full of despair no cares just sorrow
Mary Jo they buried her many miles away in a grave no one visits
Joe kept that grave in his heart for year after year he grieved with no limits

What grief didn't steal the booze took away and he never fought it
We knew he didn't have much and sometimes he would beg on the corner
People took pity and he was known among many as the city drunk loser
Yet some of us remembered the love in his eyes and the track when he would run
There was too much pain for him to recall so he forgot it all with his using

Then one night this past winter the story spread like fire in our small town
Joe had been out drinking about with his cronies and hanging around
He had misplaced his house key and when he came back to his home then
His Mom had already fallen fast asleep and he knocked knock but no one answered
So drunk he fell there at the top of the stairs and passed out there his nose bleeding

Yet the injury sustained was a minor thing that it not why he met his demise
Some of the stories changed but was was mostly said was the reason old Joe died
When I believed that all those years it was just broken heart strings and the
Pain that he always felt inside That maybe kept him drunk as a skunk but that
Night he got drunk He died because he was outside and froze to death on

His mother's steps because it was minus 7 degrees outside.
 PennyAnte
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Led Astray
Posted: 3/27/2017 12:09:26 PM
I lay in bed today didn't want to get up
My body hurt and my mind was in a fog
I had a dream that I was being beat up
By a man who didn't believe in God

He was mocking me stalking me being unkind
His mean ridicule and sarcasm put me off
I didn't want this fool to sway me or cause doubt
Yet he did and I did hide it but inside there it was

So I knelt by my bedside I used to do it often
It was a practice I had when I was desperate and lost
Here again I felt it in my being again coming back
To me here because of losing a battle of words it was cost

I realized that maybe even I with what I thought was
Insurmountable faith had much more work to do
To put my God my life my hands in God's place
It wasn't fear or envy or about sin but a self scrutiny

That made me feel dim. That cast shadows upon once
What I firmly believed and that I had entertained that
Monster with his determination and his greed
I had let him not only mock me but my love for Jesus

And my love for humanity. I let it be and I was chained
In disdain and there in agony I felt the pain the Amen
The fear there was no eternity. That perhaps there was
No heaven where I may be reunited with the lost loves

Of my life my baby and my mother and the others
I let him do that to me and all I did was entertain that
One insane and tried to debate that man with hate
The one that could not be persuaded There was no change

His only wish was for me to be degraded and my God
To be tossed aside that was his pride his stance his
Romance is just a lust for himself. I wonder why he takes
The book he hates so much down from the shelf

Is it just to hate a girl that has a love for Christ like me
Or is it just to entertain his own sick vanities.
I may never know and now I do not care I will not ever
Go there again. Please Jesus let me say never

You see as I lay there not wanting to embrace the day
I realized it was just because I had been allowing a
Demon to lead me astray Now pure Demon in Jesus name
GO AWAY!
 PennyAnte
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Curly Q
Posted: 3/28/2017 9:38:06 AM
Curly Q
Back to what you usually do
Giving out trite advice
So sweet and nice
Never a snarky word
Unless you are debated
Then the whole world
Sees how much hate is
Behind that curly wig
Back to what you do best
Fight to be right
with the rest

Curly Q
Oh What do you do best?
Creep about trolling
Looking for someone small
So you can be sarcastic
Yet you get away with it
Hide behind those
Curly curls
Flashing a fake smile
All the pics look right
Until you bark and bite
Like a wolf howls
into the night

Oh Curly Q
Shame on you
You claim to be a victim
But the bully is
Showing through
Confronted about nothing
You start twisting facts
Going on attack
You go way off track
Trying to find threads
Long gone dead
Your sick ambition
Is to find some ammunition
But nothing pleases you
You've got nothing better
to do
No not you
Little Curly Q

So find someone like me
Who says two words or three
That you can twist around
More drama to be found
Here you relish in it
Sad your dull world needs it
So sorry for you Missy
I didn't cause you lil tizzy
You're the one
the only
Curly Q

That made it
ALL about you.
 PennyAnte
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Fish Crotch
Posted: 3/30/2017 2:19:05 AM
She was nefarious. thought herself hilarious
She used her pen as her mighty weapon
She would imagine it piercing ones soul
She wasn't ugly but she sure wasn't pretty
Not the way she treated people she didn't know

Perhaps her Mother never scolded her or
Showed her what manners were
this I am Sure I do not know.
She is elderly but doesn't Get a pass from me
she knows deplorable and hatred when she holds it

She was malicious thought she was adventurous
Combed the pages here like a battle ground
Counts her victories to trap someone like me so
She can set you up gas lighting then push you down

She must do her cat calling in her slippers and her robe
Awaiting the next drama the trauma she provokes
She sneaks up on you like a snake slithering rattling
An impish child who rings door bells and runs away
Rewards herself by throwing insults but will
Accuse you for looking for them anyway.
 PennyAnte
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God at the Grove
Posted: 3/30/2017 6:29:43 AM
We came to the pine grove and a clearing
Where the sun came in through the lofty limbs
There the pine branches were dancing
Dancing in the wind
We put down a small winter blanket
It was woven together with wool
And just laid upon it holding our bodies still
We didn't need to speak words then
For we were hearing God's answers to
Our prayers
There as we lay in the pine grove
On sweet smelling green needles fallen there

Sometimes God does answer
The answer to a prayer is No
You have to find acceptance
And let what you had planned go

Sometimes God sends a blessing
Far beyond what you had wished for
So when God says no to you
Don't fret because that is His answer

You see you might not know now
You don't know you can ask for more
Good God and his abundance will
Open many other doors.

So don't be too discouraged if
Your answer has not yet come
Just keep on praying for his mercy
Then you won't need much more.
 PennyAnte
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Meh
Posted: 3/30/2017 8:07:22 AM
A crotchety old lady
Average could mean 303
She gets her rocks off
At flaming people just like me

At first I took offence to it
Taking it personally
Then I read more responses
And realized it's not just me

Drawing out long quotes
Shitting in her Depends
She makes snarky retorts
Just long enough to offend

She calls names in frames
Out of context to get her
Chuckles and cheers
When she talks politics
Shit gets thick and sicker
than sick

She just needs one to get up on
Then her day is complete
She can not be confronted
She does not know how to compete

She loves to poke and provoke
Seems to be her favorite pass time
Thinking my heart would be broke
Because she doesn't like the way
I rhyme. (boo hoo) :(

Oh I give zero f7cks and I'd bet
That old lady gets none
She should buy a nice dildo
So she can have some fun

I know that rubbery plastic
Is not the same as having a man
But when your elderly and smelly
You have to do the best that you can

Here I'm not trying to be Cummings
But I bet she wishes she could
I'll guess she would like a Longfellow
And a nice big piece of his wood.

Pity how she's deprived I wonder
How far did she let herself go
I guess the men don't try and meet her
TWICE...
I'd bet my last dollar that's so.
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