#pennies
The
sun and moon
don't
always
align.
It's alright
if
expressions
don't ring!
the
bells and chimes.
Spinning
coins falling
heads
and
chasing tails
still
prevail.
Dimes for lemonade
Bittersweet
rhyme
penny a drop
well!
ain't that a crime.
It's
alright
wait for it
there is always
a light at the end of time
?
Jun 23, 2022
Jun 23, 2022 at 1:49 PM UTC
she reminded me of pennies
worthless
two faced
and in everybody's pants
Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 10:17 PM UTC
I found a penny face up.
I flicked it off because luck doesn't exist.
At least not for me.
I picked it up and turned it to tails.
If I can't get any luck no one else can.
People say misery loves company,
But I'm just tired of things working out for everyone else but me.
I think I'm last on everyones list.
I'm the pocket change in the bottom of a purse.
I'm the last resort,
When people are desperate for some change,
Turning their purses upside down,
Throwing couch cushions,
Hoping for some luck.
I'm a lot like a penny.
But if I were a penny I'd have tails on both sides.
**** pennies.
Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 5:04 PM UTC
If I had a penny
for all the lies
you told.
I'd melt them down,
and shoot you in
the knee cap...
Who says pennies are worthless...
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 8:02 PM UTC
Slow Down.
Always, Always weigh the pros and losses
Cons and robbers.
Helter-skelter the hardship & scatter every single copper.
Pennies in weight is worth a million
Always, Always
Remember
It's the small things that matter.
Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 12:31 PM UTC
What is life?
Life is
The magical moments
That keeps your heart levitated,
That keeps you on your toes,
That fills you up with warmth,
Filled with loving moments,
That you can’t get enough of,
And wish that it stays.
But,
Life doesn’t give you what you want,
No matter how many pennies you throw into the fountain.
What is life?
Life is
The dark moments
The ones where you cry when something doesn’t go your way,
The ones where you must carry an umbrella and wear all black,
The ones where you feel like S***;
These ones are when you feel hopeless
No matter how many times you fall,
And don’t feel like you should get back up.
Everyone’s day feels like one of these.
Wake up and find out: Are you having a magical or a dark day?
But the worst of all, are the ones where it is magical then it slowly turns dark;
Where you think everything is in your favor,
And you are about to show the world that they should not mess with you
Then a text or a tweet comes in
And everyone turns their back to you.
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 7:18 PM UTC
Half remembered clichés dance along the pier.
The divide between,
Sweet salty land and unending depths.
My talking dolphins sing a tune,
Unsettling and threatening.
Feed scraps from the dinner table
by my curly haired gambler.
I only see him at that old dollhouse,
Cracked and weathered by the Sea.
It insists on knocking on our red door
and staying for supper.
So it can beat us at throwing pennies in a cup
Plunk...plunk...plunk
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 1:32 AM UTC
It's something about the way yellow looks in the rain
The way that color makes me take the long way home
Something else about those days I can't remember -
Did I know I was going to forget them when I walked by?
And there was something too - about that fish I had that lived too long
And how I knew it was gone - where did it go?
There's something there -
I think I heard it in the frog song inside those warm summer nights
From under Orion's belt when I counted myself to you
Where do my somethings go when they are gone?
Are they resting in those smiles I never learned to crawl out of?
It's something about one moment to the next
And how they collect like pennies in a jar
Something about that yellow and the long way home
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 12:34 AM UTC
5 pennies in a nickel…
10 pennies in a dime…
25 pennies in a quarter…
100 pennies in a dollar…
Each penny plays a particular part in
the grand scheme of economic "advancement"
Money is exchanged.
It comes…
It goes…
Some people see its worth,
while others don’t.
It makes people happy,
But then again,
It only brings sadness at the same time.
It's counterproductive.
Over the counter, at the minimum wage shopping center,
Minimal glances are changed,
For minimal durations…
Each penny is a part of a whole…
There’s a price to be paid…
It moves into the hands of another.
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 12:50 AM UTC
He picks up the pennies,
everywhere he goes.
Pieces of bigger things:
the fragments of the whole.
There never was a miracle
too small to behold,
and so he kept every one,
and every one made him bowed.
The others all around him,
seemed happy in their role,
but he knew only backache,
toil, and toll.
He carried his burden,
as vast as he, old.
Too large to conceal,
he never let it go.
He slept on coin pillows
the color of mold
and defended his treasure
with a vigor so bold
that ten men together
should endeavor to hold.
One day while counting,
the man, in his home,
heard a noise from the ceiling
that sounded of groan.
He dashed for his pennies,
as groan grew to moan
and was crushed under rains
of money he owed.
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 11:38 PM UTC
I will forever be stuck with a jar full of couch pennies.
Sitting on a bench, on my own, in my twenties
Begging with a cup for some spare change
Free housing can be arranged
I thank Trump for my life
as I stare sadly at the knife
Thank you Trump for my life
I'll make sure and use this knife
Aug 22, 2017
Aug 22, 2017 at 4:43 AM UTC
***** bitten nails
drag themselves
across the neck of this guitar
resonating noise like a penny
dropped on metal cold and harsh
like those eyes
slits of white in the darkness of your mind
chasing stolen time
on this plane of sorrow
learning how to borrow
happiness from others
to know how to be
who you are in a different state of mind
when all you
are
is
free
Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 12:33 PM UTC
oh my darling
your love leeches me bone dry don't you know
but why should i care, cos when you touch me
i get the thrill of a lifetime
boy oh boy, you don't have a clue
it's just like they said it'd be
most of the time anyway
they missed the part where
i'd die for you
i can't take my eyes off you and why would i?
those were the days when i'd spend a lifetime on the phone
to hear your voice pour through like the sweetest honey
when i'd doze off on video at 4am baby, don't you remember?
cos the distance was too infinite to cope without sleeping next to your virtual side once more
cos even a little piece of you was a diamond in the rough to me
oh oh oh
guess it was too much huh
but you could've warned me that
the fall from grace
isn't graceful at all
don't you know babe
on rainy days and rainy nights
throwing pennies into the gutter on the whim of a wish that won't come true
all i can think about is your fingers on my throat
and your voice in my ear
promising me the world
jokes on me baby
Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 10:50 PM UTC
When all hope is lost
And your money is dwindling
And your ship is sinking
An angel sent pennies from heaven
It came as a blessing
To end my stressing
To teach me a life lesson, I reckon
Giving me a new direction
To stop the regression and
End my depression
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 2:20 PM UTC
If I were to collect all my thoughts in a jar
of contemplation I would be on street corners
asking kind people for a memory to linger in
as I can only muster pennies.
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 8:12 AM UTC
Hearts
are like pennies,
some use
to many up..
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 5:43 AM UTC
How do I spend this little money,
For I feel shy while spending it...
If I had more than few pennies,
Then I would buy you bunnies..
I would have liked that more,
If I brought you few more pennies.
Shy, I am just so very shy,
Your eyes have been so sly..
You tried some previously in the hotel,
With guys from Surat & Rohtak...
But all I have in the night now is my *****
How about making away with mine!?
You're experienced already as you've said,
Now should you not give a try to mine!?
Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 12:33 AM UTC
I spend my love on you
like pennies tossed into empty fountains of youth -
like loose change loyally saved,
built up in a piggy bank,
a compilation of broken promises you never made
becoming blood clots in my lungs.
I would say they're in my heart
but I can't breathe when I see her.
Tax season is over and my savings continue
to drain -
they sit at your doorstep
waiting to be cashed in
for what I thought was an investment
but has become a liquidation of my entire being.
Empty wallets haven't caught wind of my addiction,
but the pennies on the ground talk.
Found heads down, I give them a voice,
and they, too, drown with the rest.
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 9:01 PM UTC
Your opinions are like ***** pennies to me
I don't pay them any attention
As I walk down the street
Others may find them valuable
But I'm a germaphobe and a go-getter
I make my own opinions
And leave yours for the debt collectors
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 9:22 PM UTC
mark us
like sheep
my fleece may be
store-bought,
washed clean
of all
identity
but i’ve got
a patchwork neck
spotted and dotted
with broken
blood vessels and
i’ve seen the
girls with pennies
scraping at their
skin trying to
get rid of him
one stroke
at a time
(his lips were
just as rough
as the ridges
of their coins)
and
i’ve heard the
girls with pennies
their marks may
have faded
but their pockets
jingle with
each step they
take each move
they make they say
his tongue dripped
gold and
silver and
bronze all over
them but all he
left was
red
mark us
like cattle
my ears may
hold rings and
not tags
but i’ve got
skin so fair
you’d never
dare believe
that beneath
i’m just
another collection
of broken
blood vessels and
he may be
gone from the
surface
may be
easy to remove
but i still
bleed
(and the girls
with pennies
scrape at my
neck one
stroke at a
time)
mark me
like property
my body may
be a temple
but your
prayers will
not be
heard here
you say
the girls
don’t need
their pennies
we say you
have no say
in the way
we heal
our vessels
may have been
yours to break
but they are
not yours to
mend and you
can pretend
you never knew
what we went
through when
you decided
to leave
your signature
on our skin
but we promise
when we look at you
we only see
red
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 8:02 PM UTC
I wrote you this note
So you could cope
I ended my life
With a sharpened knife
It was selfish I admit
But I don't regret it
You tried to make me belive that lie
Things would get better....(sigh)
I've lived many years
And everyday i fear
More bad days than good
So I did what I should
I will love you all forever
Please never dobut that whatsoever
I leave you my love and our memories
And everywhere you go you'll find pennies
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 10:29 PM UTC
Oh look!
A tree!
It's beautiful!
Nature!
Green!
The breeze blows!
Look at those leaves!
Look at the beauty of God's work!
The magnificence!
The wood!
The fruit!
The flower!
The knothole!
The...gum?
There's gum in the knothole?
There IS gum in the knothole!
Doublemint!
Pennies and figurines too!
Who would do such a nice act?
Oh...
Right...
Him...
The one hidden within.
He must really be misunderstood.
I wish we could meet him
So we would know the real him.
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 12:51 AM UTC
Since when is good enough,
Good enough?
Minimum, easiest,
Thoughtless and rushed.
We're giving pennies
Wanting dollars in return
We expect the gold medal
Without effort, it's not earned
Giving enough
to get by, and no more
Yet expecting the best
From the rest of the world
Too focused on taking
To ever give
But a one-sided life
Is no way to live
Good enough is not good enough
Half effort won't yield a full life.
If you feel like you deserve all the best
You've got to give what you'd like.
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 8:27 PM UTC
He coughed in the corner,
With a mangled leg.
He smirked under stars,
With a bowl pocked rice.
They’d spit, they’d scoff,
With their children in tow.
I’d drop change,
With lint left a pocket.
But he’d buy beer knowing –
All’d be well tonight.
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 9:40 PM UTC