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Depression' #writtenviaVenjencieArnold - (SacredInkedBlood) I. When your voice becomes raspy & dry with words that are empty, without meaning, Your eyes still see all, Your ears still hear all, Oh, close my eyes goodnight like you would to a soul that says goodnight, Stuff my ears so they may not hear the cries. II. Oh lay my body down so it may not fall, I'm paralyzed without the slightest motion, in the same token I'm filled with boundless emotion, Movement of fears, Movement of tears, Oh lay my body down so it may not fall. III. I feel as if when you look at me I've become less than the puppet that I once was, I feel as if when you look at me you see a body stuffed with straw, Oh lay this scarecrow down so it may not fall. IV. I no longer hold shape, I'm bland without color, I'm unable to stand on my own, I used to be loved by so many that I've known, Only if my mind could follow my body's steps... no memory recall, Then I won't know if you choose to let my body fall. V. My eyes hollow like those of the hollow stuffed men, My heart is beating, I'm still bleeding, I'm full of emotion like an explosion in the ocean. I have memory recall, My ears still hear all, My eyes still see all, Oh lay a penny on my eyelids to secure them that they may stay closed, Stuff my ears so they may never again be exposed. VI. Lay me down with the worn out scarecrows or where the Lilly's grow, You may no longer know that I use to be a human body with a brain, heart & soul, Oh just lay this body low, Maybe God will soon take my soul. ~SacredInkedBlood ©2018

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Dec 9, 2022

Dec 9, 2022 at 2:09 AM UTC

SacredInkedBlood

Depression

Depression' #writtenviaVenjencieArnold - (SacredInkedBlood) I. When your voice becomes raspy & dry with words that are empty, without meaning, Your eyes still see all, Your ears still hear all, Oh, close my eyes goodnight like you would to a soul that says goodnight, Stuff my ears so they may not hear the cries. II. Oh lay my body down so it may not fall, I'm paralyzed without the slightest motion, in the same token I'm filled with boundless emotion, Movement of fears, Movement of tears, Oh lay my body down so it may not fall. III. I feel as if when you look at me I've become less than the puppet that I once was, I feel as if when you look at me you see a body stuffed with straw, Oh lay this scarecrow down so it may not fall. IV. I no longer hold shape, I'm bland without color, I'm unable to stand on my own, I used to be loved by so many that I've known, Only if my mind could follow my body's steps... no memory recall, Then I won't know if you choose to let my body fall. V. My eyes hollow like those of the hollow stuffed men, My heart is beating, I'm still bleeding, I'm full of emotion like an explosion in the ocean. I have memory recall, My ears still hear all, My eyes still see all, Oh lay a penny on my eyelids to secure them that they may stay closed, Stuff my ears so they may never again be exposed. VI. Lay me down with the worn out scarecrows or where the Lilly's grow, You may no longer know that I use to be a human body with a brain, heart & soul, Oh just lay this body low, Maybe God will soon take my soul. ~SacredInkedBlood ©2018

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Look into my phone contacts, Now press recent; You'll see no calls to me, You'll only see a few out going calls, made from me, yet never returned, My words fall upon death ears, From the eyes of the humans to whom, I've lost their acceptance, either-or like a weaklen, I fell for their trick, I get lonely too at times, I think it would feel nice to hear someone to call me just for a chat, No money to be a social butterfly, So there's no social lites there to try, Probably not a church either, because all the members already have their own lives, sure you can can call them up only to get voice mail, I have no one excited to see me, I have no one to catch me when I F A L L, I must have many falls, shown in my short comings, And it's really not a loss, when you're like me, nothing great. I do suffer ruin, defeat, and failure, I'm coming apart at the seams, But you'll never hear my inward screams, Just like the rise and the fall of the tides, I've dropped and sanked down to my knees, Then I'll get up again, only to continue this sorrowful pattern, But I'll promise you this much: Upon my face you'll never assume the look of shame, disappointment, ...or dejection, I won't give you that satisfaction, I'll hide it with all that's in me. (besides, I doubt that you'd care enough to look upon me so closely) I came into the world lonely And I shall leave the world lonely. ~SacredInkedBlood

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Aug 19, 2022

Aug 19, 2022 at 11:29 PM UTC

SacredInkedBlood

The Lonely Fall

Look into my phone contacts, Now press recent; You'll see no calls to me, You'll only see a few out going calls, made from me, yet never returned, My words fall upon death ears, From the eyes of the humans to whom, I've lost their acceptance, either-or like a weaklen, I fell for their trick, I get lonely too at times, I think it would feel nice to hear someone to call me just for a chat, No money to be a social butterfly, So there's no social lites there to try, Probably not a church either, because all the members already have their own lives, sure you can can call them up only to get voice mail, I have no one excited to see me, I have no one to catch me when I F A L L, I must have many falls, shown in my short comings, And it's really not a loss, when you're like me, nothing great. I do suffer ruin, defeat, and failure, I'm coming apart at the seams, But you'll never hear my inward screams, Just like the rise and the fall of the tides, I've dropped and sanked down to my knees, Then I'll get up again, only to continue this sorrowful pattern, But I'll promise you this much: Upon my face you'll never assume the look of shame, disappointment, ...or dejection, I won't give you that satisfaction, I'll hide it with all that's in me. (besides, I doubt that you'd care enough to look upon me so closely) I came into the world lonely And I shall leave the world lonely. ~SacredInkedBlood

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Colored clouds in the sky, Bird nests held by the trees, Only if I could reach that high, I would swirl the sky to make a cotton candy tree, Flowers growing ground up, All the baby birds nestled in their cribs made of floss, Incredible spiders on the ground, Then they go round and round, in webs that look like invisible rainbow gloss, Mother Nature does love, I love her from the lowest to the highest above. -Author Ven J Arnold

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Mar 26, 2022

Mar 26, 2022 at 9:40 PM UTC

SacredInkedBlood

COTTON CANDY TREE

Colored clouds in the sky, Bird nests held by the trees, Only if I could reach that high, I would swirl the sky to make a cotton candy tree, Flowers growing ground up, All the baby birds nestled in their cribs made of floss, Incredible spiders on the ground, Then they go round and round, in webs that look like invisible rainbow gloss, Mother Nature does love, I love her from the lowest to the highest above. -Author Ven J Arnold

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looking d o w n on this earth, the moon sheds iridescent liquid pearl gems, Lamenting FOR EARTH, a earth that's pregnant with sorrowful burdens, how must I not feel despair, feeling the moon's magnificent repercussions of sudden eruption, feeling of sheer dread, tearfully pleading for it to end, In shock, for a moment, muted are my words, my tongue asleep, Fingers crave, mind agonized... martyred for words. My pen bleeds ink, innovating a remdesivir, to cure the world, if only there were a cure for ONE & ALL! To cure the world of the pandemic burdens of HATE, INJUSTICE and VIOLENCE, but until then, we must not dabble in silence! ~SacredInkedBlood

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Jun 8, 2020

Jun 8, 2020 at 5:38 AM UTC

SacredInkedBlood

"The Cure"

looking d o w n on this earth, the moon sheds iridescent liquid pearl gems, Lamenting FOR EARTH, a earth that's pregnant with sorrowful burdens, how must I not feel despair, feeling the moon's magnificent repercussions of sudden eruption, feeling of sheer dread, tearfully pleading for it to end, In shock, for a moment, muted are my words, my tongue asleep, Fingers crave, mind agonized... martyred for words. My pen bleeds ink, innovating a remdesivir, to cure the world, if only there were a cure for ONE & ALL! To cure the world of the pandemic burdens of HATE, INJUSTICE and VIOLENCE, but until then, we must not dabble in silence! ~SacredInkedBlood

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A writer that's sincere with words, A broken heart that bleeds, Yet beauty flows from the ink, from a gentle & kind soul indeed, for it is the kind ones that bleed. ~SacredInkedBlood ©2020 @Author Ven J. Arnold https://m.facebook.com/VenjencieCliftonArnold

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Mar 11, 2020

Mar 11, 2020 at 12:04 AM UTC

SacredInkedBlood

Beauty Flows

A writer that's sincere with words, A broken heart that bleeds, Yet beauty flows from the ink, from a gentle & kind soul indeed, for it is the kind ones that bleed. ~SacredInkedBlood ©2020 @Author Ven J. Arnold https://m.facebook.com/VenjencieCliftonArnold

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[ @GopalMaharjan, other fellow writers and, authors. ] @GopalMaharjan, other fellow writers and, authors. I see you there

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Jun 2, 2019

Jun 2, 2019 at 2:43 AM UTC

SacredInkedBlood

Untitled

[ @GopalMaharjan, other fellow writers and, authors. ] @GopalMaharjan, other fellow writers and, authors. I see you there

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Another poem leaks out of my eye, Why tonight, I cry? No matter how hard I fight, It still rolls down my cheek tonight, Forcing my ink to write, Poetry disguised in the form of tears, Now on paper as a charcoal's smear, They travel from within my heart, They gush out and up breaking it all apart, Then they make it up to my eye, From my lid's they drip, Forming into ink from my finger's tip, What happened to gravity? Another night's catastrophe. ~ VenJencie (01/26/18)

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Feb 4, 2018

Feb 4, 2018 at 2:38 AM UTC

SacredInkedBlood

Moist Charcoal Tear's

Another poem leaks out of my eye, Why tonight, I cry? No matter how hard I fight, It still rolls down my cheek tonight, Forcing my ink to write, Poetry disguised in the form of tears, Now on paper as a charcoal's smear, They travel from within my heart, They gush out and up breaking it all apart, Then they make it up to my eye, From my lid's they drip, Forming into ink from my finger's tip, What happened to gravity? Another night's catastrophe. ~ VenJencie (01/26/18)

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