#venjencie
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
Aug 19, 2022
Aug 19, 2022 at 11:29 PM UTC
Why make me stuggle
because of you,
When I'm willing
to struggle with you?
Oct 5, 2020
Oct 5, 2020 at 5:05 AM UTC
You ripped me away from my roots,
my aroma, with every breeze,
haunts you, your love for me,
your memory can't refute,
you hold me up to the sky,
begging the sun to rip through
the clouds, and you cry,
hoping it'll bring my soft petals to life,
but if I had a voice,
I'd beg to hear heavens deny,
just toss me back down,
turn your back,
don't turn around,
that's what you've always been best at.
~SacredInkedBlood
May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 1:05 AM UTC
"Depression" #writtenviaVenjencieArnold
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 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 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 ©Oct_04_2018 Venjencie Clifton Arnold
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 11:51 PM UTC
That is generous of you
to
request my insight on what you write,
please review my response with an un-ending mind.
So thank you but I must decline...
I read so much but mainly I just write.
I fear if I read your work, I would only find myself discouraged once again.
Understand that writing releases some of my inner pain,
It doesn't matter who's pain, why or from where it came,
I just have to let it out all the same.
It doesn't matter if it's for an injustice done against me or against another... I feel it all the same.
For 1 example;
if the pain is about an injustice done to another then I don't question as to why they don't speak up. I figure I've had peace in my life, more than enough, to make up for what other's go without.
So see, I build up a little confidence, from time to time. Falsely convinced that I've talent in my own writing's & fooled to believe they would actually be of some help.
Then the blinders fall off when I start reading another's work,
revealing to me what, TALENT,
really means.
Then I put my pencils and my paper up along with my diluted ideas that I can help.
The emptiness swallows me when upon realizing, my words will never be read or heard.
They're not good enough. I write hoping to make a difference. So, I ask you, "what's the use in trying raise awareness for any purpose?"
So yeah, then the depression coils within me turning into a knot,
it gets so tight that if I don't bounce to write, I might as well die.
In spite of trying to hold it in, my veins ink the blood out,
forced pulsating feelings and raw emotion's splatter into words.
I do feel that addressing one injustice at a time helps this world to be little more kind, if only for 1 at a time.
So, I'd rather stay on this same mirago round and not get off this time. I know once it stops, the pain resolves. But not really!
Only long enough to settle before it sour's
into depression. Recounting in my mind, I'm worthless, a fool, thinking my words could make a difference. At least not in this world much less for 1 person treated unkindly.
The mirago round stops and the world's the same. Nothing's changed so no, thank you... I'd rather spin deliriously, believing that I did 1 right thing, even if it's changing just 1 person's state of mind.
So instead of getting off to stand,
I'll stay on my delusional ride, unlike you at
least I'm not pretending to take a *ucking stand for what's right!
This is my answer in poetic form.
May God forgive for the profanity, at least it's not hypocrisy! Right? Oh I forget, the one's that
are in a postion are the ones who forget about serving for a mission,
they lack moral vision of what's right!
I guess then I bid you night.
#VenjencieArnold #SacredInkedBlood
#MyDelusionalRidewrittenbymeon
True!! I hate feeling this way. God forgive me if I'm wrong and help me to stay strong esp if I'm right.
Blessings, Venjencie © 4 months ago, new edit by me on ©09/23/2018 SacredInkedBlood
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 12:53 AM UTC
"Moments"
That moment
or is it this moment,
the next moment,
That defines how you define, that moment, in your life? ~SacredInkedveins
"Moments," written in a moment on 04/25/2017 in another moment of sleeplessness. Okay enough of that word. Blessings, me © 12 hours ago life • moment • family • random • misc
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 6:17 PM UTC