#vein
For some, life is a flicker of light;
For others, a plummet into the deep.
But life is only the shape of the soul,
And the secrets we choose to keep.
It is a tragedy how the arrogant boast,
As if they’ve tasted every sea—
While ignoring the hidden, bitter springs
That define reality.
The forgotten are left like autumn leaves,
Dry, wrinkled, and cast aside,
But that leaf carries a beautiful, broken soul
With nowhere left to hide.
When that soul meets the water's stream,
It changes everything it touches.
But the water must choose what it wants to find
In the leaf it holds in its clutches.
For there is always one who tries their best,
Only to vanish in the crowd—
Losing the real prize in the noise of the rest,
And the voices that boast too loud.
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 8:45 AM UTC
The color blue,
not just a random hue.
Blue begins the start of each day and continues through the night.
Blue like the sadness you feel when your not feeling right.
Blue as the tears falling from your cheek when you start to overthink.
Blue like the deep waters; some will tread, others will sink.
Blue like the birds who flutter their wings high in the nest,
and stay snuggled under their mother’s breast.
Blue like the blood pulsing in your veins keeps your body living.
Blue like the color eyes you stare deep they just keep giving.
Blue like the bluebells growing in a patch,
just putting a smile on your face when you pass.
Blue like the hottest part of a flame from a fire,
never touch no matter how much you desire.
Blue like the flag that holds the white stars tight representing our freedom and our rights.
Blue like your fingers and toes getting frozen from the weather, making it hard to move
Blue like the moon that Elvis sang about and he swooned us, too.
Blue can be the faintest hue to the deepest hue.
Blue can always look so good on you,
no matter what your mood,
What’s not to love about the color blue?
Feb 3, 2025
Feb 3, 2025 at 3:56 PM UTC
In this lone
Construct of bone
Within the make of me
Hides things that I
Cannot deny
Where marrow used to be
Over this frame
Lies sheets of veins
Screaming a name ears can’t hear, that mouth won’t speak
That drives me
To insanity
As she’s just beyond my reach
And flaw’ed skin
That’s blanketed
These concrete truths to stop their bleeding
Bleeds nonetheless
In pained excess
Wanting to know what it’s needing
Callused hands
On a beaten man
With insides coming outside in truth
So much doubt
To filter out
In the finding of you
Jan 4, 2021
Jan 4, 2021 at 7:14 PM UTC
The overflowing sadness,
that courses through thy vein.
Thy heavy mask,
that thou places upon thy face,
for thous never-ending show.
But thou always ask is it worth it?
for is it really worth it?.
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 1:55 AM UTC
She was the **** I was the crystal
addicted to each other the moment
we meet.
But every high has a come down,
I'm the ***** needle..
She was the spoon, warming up on
another's sleeve.
Tided tightly ready to overdose on her.
She was the chemical bliss
that could be taken anywhere,
I thought...
that we were something special.
But I was used,
discarded.
I was useless to her, as I was unable
to pierce the vein..
Used to many times.
So she found another way to find
a way to make her self higher
than she was with me.
Now I'm in a come down
rehabilitated
and I'm struggling.
Feb 8, 2020
Feb 8, 2020 at 3:01 PM UTC
Loving your mouth
Makes me thirsty for blood
In my cold-cold veins
Jan 22, 2020
Jan 22, 2020 at 4:19 PM UTC
Dont come near me
I am toxic to consume
Dangerous to let go.
Difficult to measure
How venomous I can be.
I live Entangle within me.
My life dipped in poison
Running all over my vein.
Would make you only numb
Nov 22, 2019
Nov 22, 2019 at 11:49 PM UTC
Your poison seeps into my veins
Crashing in like hurricanes
Every bone numbs and shakes
By the sound of your name
When you see my face in scattered rains
You end those hurricanes
Sep 6, 2019
Sep 6, 2019 at 7:12 PM UTC
I wanna scream this pain
Throw it to the room through my vein
Like thunder in pouring rain
Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 3:06 PM UTC
Pinch me
so I'll feel the pain.
Hurt me
'til I go insane.
Maybe then
I won't refrain
and end this
numbness
in my vein.
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 8:06 PM UTC
before you
my mouth and pen were dry
now poetry
rushes through my veins
pours out of my fingertips
flows from my mouth
you keep my head spinning
with words
and i need more and more and more and more of you
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 6:49 PM UTC
'Failing t-t o'
She has 1 regret before she closes her eye's forever, 2 night, she wishes she could take back that moment after she found that razor blade, she shoulda burned that bottle of sleeping pills and never filled the tub up with that water. Well now it's a lil too late, and she can't stay awake, Everyone that promised to be her savior turned out a lil too fake, She can't lift her head now and yet she can still feel the pain where she cut her vein with the **** old blade. Yet she still feels the same, cold and all alone but her rhymes are failing to: my rhymes are failing t-t o
~SacredInkedBlood same as
Author Ven J. Author.
VenJencie Clifton Arnold
Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 2:30 AM UTC
Who carries enough weight already
Shoulders taught, bowing backs under
The extent that is already carried
Strength born from what was torn asunder
That the burden we all place
From misguided necessity
Would hardly disrupt their pace
Sheltered from all uncertainty
A true hero, to save us from ourselves
To walk their fragile line, keeping us afloat
Lest we drown somehow, in our own murk
Shifting, grounding
Shouting out our names
From somewhere behind us
Furthering our doubt
While always reassuring
Keeping us in place
Granting us our freedom
To ignore what we came from
Picking up our broken remnants
Engorging always
To feed a toxic ego
Reaching out ahead
Affixing our alluring
Goal, so we would miss
How it's come to be
What we would achieve
If given half a chance
I guess we'd be indignant
Should we shoulder burdens
Similar in scope
To struggle with the truth
Internalize the world
How it is, not how we'd like it to be
Or how it's been perceived for us
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 5:45 AM UTC
disconnected ,
my torso has been torn from my legs
and i lay in pieces, separated
miles apart ,,
wires, like silver veins,
stem from plants
and flowers,
like
little golden ropes .
a noose around a garden *** ,
and
a robot without its head
.
they always say that love is blind ,
but i think love
must be cruel —
for she dressed me in red and then
left me to die,
and you know..
a tea kettle who boils
also screams ...
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 2:34 PM UTC
I despise social media.
It's ugly, to state the obvious
Our lives are posted, re-tweeted, altered, re-blogged, perfected, and photo shopped to exactly how we want to be perceived
We have the freedom to be exactly what they want us to be.
It starts with a few edits doesn't it,
pigmented our skin to seem smooth and sun kissed,
that would seem most acceptable right?
Maybe an extra like for the skinnier waist.
More reassurance for brighter colors.
Some more filters will hid the emptiness you feel with your friends
Another like
Flashier clothing, phones, shoes, cars, other simple words our eyes have latched on to
Another like
We urge ourselves to portray the life of leisure and effortless beauty, happiness, success,
Another like
But what are we enjoying?
Another like
Views of our changing world through a 3 by 8 view.
Another like
Events pass by swipe
Another like
and swipe
Another like
And when we managed to unlock ourselves from this grasp
We always come back
Like flies to light, more like scratches to a scab
Festering we find ourselves getting ****** back in
To an imaginary world, that if destroyed, would have no physical effects on their fictional beings
For without this world, maybe eyes will open
We will step past the boundaries,
and start to love our beings
unfiltered
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 9:23 PM UTC
A deep breath escapes his sinking ribs,
A quiet captivating abandon
Under a crisp cool cloak,
His deep veined arm stretches over my shoulder
Wrapping my figure,
An inert force flexed under my cupped palm
Effortlessly pulling and pinning me,
His assets kept safe under silent supervision.
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 6:43 PM UTC
These thoughts have no voice
As they rot in my mind
poisoning my body
as they flow through my veins.
But they are safer here
than in the hands of others.
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 2:59 PM UTC
We gaze, but must never listen to the
insecurities of something
as shallow as a vein of glass.
For a reflection is more shallow,
than the light refracting off it.
Only look inward, never external.
Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 2:45 PM UTC
late in the afternoon
a storm hawk
sounded his prophetic tune
within his blood
an inkling of the weather
which would prevail
his clarion call
went o'er the landscape
from a vantage point
high in a gumtree
it reverberated
so liberally
inside the hour
on the hills
and in the steep ravines
gullies rushed
in fast moving streams
he knew the weather drill
he knew it well
when skies would
spill a raining
gill
his predictive powers
sensed moisture
being about
hence his calling
resounded
in an innate vein
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 9:18 PM UTC