#instawriters
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
Mar 11, 2020
Mar 11, 2020 at 12:04 AM UTC
She wants to gently place me upon the bed and straddle my hips all while her lips attack my skin marking what is hers.
Her fingers will slip in and ****** me hard and I'll feel the full length of it inside. She wants me to feel her. All of her. She wants to feel how she controls me and allows me to come and when she does she will clean up what she has created with her tongue , deep and I'll scream her name.
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 4:09 AM UTC
a cigarette helps to numb the pain,
i just hope it doesn’t become a habit.
like you were to me.
-ehx
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 6:52 AM UTC
i took the chance and overdosed,
you were a trip i had to take,
and just for all times sake,
i knew it would be magical
ehx
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 1:45 PM UTC
I tore down every bridge,
and every wall to let you in.
I dried lakes, rivers, oceans,
to save you from drowning.
I found myself,
draining in weakness to strengthen you.
You became powerful, you became immortal,
you became my god.
Now I clench onto this sadness of mine.
The loneliness you left behind.
Its the only thing that reminds me,
our story was once alive.
Its my safe place.
When you're gone,
and I need a muse to help
bleed all this pain out.
Like tonight,
when writing about the moon,
can no longer help me survive.
Sandoval
Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 5:20 AM UTC
How many wars
must we fight,
to finally realize,
we were always
enough.
Sandoval
Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 4:30 AM UTC
And, what am I to you?
He asked.
--You, She replied.
Are the roots to this beautiful flower,
and my heart is like the sun.
As long as you
keep growing, it'll never let you die.
Sandoval
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 2:51 PM UTC
That empty feeling inside of me,
when everything reminds me of him.
I cry and I sigh, but the pain just wont subside.
How do you hide from whats inside?
When its your soul who cant breathe,
and hes everything you need.
Sandoval
Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 4:48 AM UTC