#realstory
Tonight I went looking for my sister in the dark after her boyfriend left her stranded in the cold
Tonight I held her as her heart broke into pieces because that same piece of **** of a man left her for his ex wife
Tonight I watched my window shatter from the heart of a girl who has finally had enough
Tonight I sat in the cold with a cigarette in my hand crying because I felt helpless
Tonight one of my best friends admitted to me that she tried **** twice
Tonight I felt like cutting but I didn't
Tonight I felt myself turn inside out like a nightmare I can't control
Tonight I feel lost
Tonight is just a ****** night
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 5:29 AM UTC
Imprisoned by my Addiction'
The harmless things that causes an addiction that consumes, like cancer,
See my confession, about how my addictions are destroying my health, my life, my relationships and everything in between, the beginning absent of odor,
Spinning around my mortal being are vibrant healthy hues; yellow, blues and greens,
Thrusting me, flying sky high, only to nose dive instantly,
Wishing it to remain, My passion, my comfort one in the same; words that must be written.
We're programmed to all 3, reading, writing and pursuing passions ...important qualities to own,
Somehow captivating me,
I hardly eat, much less drink,
I'm overwhelmed to express thoughts into words,
Another relationship dies as the neglected ink dries.
A pale unnoticed ghost while present or maybe not,
Maybe my lover, the warden.
I come up for breath only long enough not to drown, reality hits, the ghost disappears,
I don't search, seek or try to persuade them to return,
I say every time, just let me get these words scribbled to vent, then after, I'll go and gather them up,
Compares to Christmas morn, green, red, gold, silver and blue,
the house, the tree, the gifts,
The house is adorned with eccentric polished crowns of refined jewels, interest fills you while rushing to open the shiny gifts, Uncontrollable enchanting words, enslaving, shoving the gifts against the glittered wall,
Chained in the same prison 24 hours later, exhausted, nearly comatose, I wrestle the sleep, becoming feeble, compelled to sleep, only to suddenly awaken, lunatic mode, panic stricken crazed rush, forced sleep, words got neglected, when there could have been much more!
Welcome to my addiction, the dark hole where words incarcerate tempting thoughts,
What, change the situation, you said to me? I'm handcuffed to pens that bleed, beleaguered by enticing verbiage.
~Venjencie Arnold -SacredInkedBlood
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My life now. Writing, reading and research. I cant get enough. © 11 days ago, Venjencie Arnold addiction • colors • prison • word • beleaguered
May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 10:35 PM UTC
I wouldn’t say a single word;
I’d let you soar like a secret bird 🐦
Up above, where skies are wide,
I’d keep my silence—my love would hide.
If you had wings, I would not call,
For fear my voice would break your fall.
I’d watch you drift from cloud to cloud,
And love you softly, but never loud.
If you had wings, I’d never chase;
I’d let you vanish without a trace.
For wings belong to skies, not me,
And love must never cage the free.
But you have no wings to take you far;
Your steps still echo where we are.
And since you walk this world the same,
I dare to whisper your hidden name.
So here I stand, with nothing to hide—
No wings between, no need to glide.
If you can hear, then let it be:
I’ll say it all… you’re everything to me.
Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 8:53 AM UTC