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Hannah once again with tears streaming from hazel eyes silently praying, "Oh Lord I need you desperately to show me how to make the best of this situation." Using her delicate hands to cover her face and trying to reason with her own heart. "Josh deserves a wife who can return his love, a wife that can be madly in love with him. I want to be that kind of wife. I want those feelings. I would hate to spend a life time in marriage where there is no love." Hannah looked down at her hand and remembered his words when he'd given her the wedding rings. "I will wait a life time for you to love me if that's what it takes. I love you. There's no need for you to force feelings for me Hannah." Regret hit her hard at how easily it seemed when she foolishly gave herself to Jake. He showed her a different kind of attention that she needed. It dawned upon her right then that Jake didn't love her nor him. She confused it for love. She'd found a stand-in for the attention she craved from her father. She was more naive but Jake was more crafty. There had been a great hole in her that she thought Jake could feel... an emptiness that only God could fill. Perhaps now she could love Josh as God intended. Now that she set her selfishness aside and forgiven her earthly father and would be right with her Heavenly Father again. She understood love and all of it's honesty now. Maybe it wasn't too late. A tinge of fear seized a moment making her wonder how she could ever forgive herself. Then questions filled her mind as if to tell this wonderful, loving husband of hers of her betrayal and sin. And if she did would she lose him forever. Wondering if she could keep it hidden from him but if she did how could she feel good about it? "Oh dear Heavenly Father," she tried once again to pray but only heart breaking sobs came out. ~Author Ven J. Arnold (rough draft). ~(SacredInkedBlood)
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Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 11:39 AM UTC
Excerpt from 1 of my short stories. A rough draft that needs editing.
Hannah once again with tears streaming from hazel eyes silently praying, "Oh Lord I need you desperately to show me how to make the best of this situation." Using her delicate hands to cover her face and trying to reason with her own heart. "Josh deserves a wife who can return his love, a wife that can be madly in love with him. I want to be that kind of wife. I want those feelings. I would hate to spend a life time in marriage where there is no love." Hannah looked down at her hand and remembered his words when he'd given her the wedding rings. "I will wait a life time for you to love me if that's what it takes. I love you. There's no need for you to force feelings for me Hannah." Regret hit her hard at how easily it seemed when she foolishly gave herself to Jake. He showed her a different kind of attention that she needed. It dawned upon her right then that Jake didn't love her nor him. She confused it for love. She'd found a stand-in for the attention she craved from her father. She was more naive but Jake was more crafty. There had been a great hole in her that she thought Jake could feel... an emptiness that only God could fill. Perhaps now she could love Josh as God intended. Now that she set her selfishness aside and forgiven her earthly father and would be right with her Heavenly Father again. She understood love and all of it's honesty now. Maybe it wasn't too late. A tinge of fear seized a moment making her wonder how she could ever forgive herself. Then questions filled her mind as if to tell this wonderful, loving husband of hers of her betrayal and sin. And if she did would she lose him forever. Wondering if she could keep it hidden from him but if she did how could she feel good about it? "Oh dear Heavenly Father," she tried once again to pray but only heart breaking sobs came out. ~Author Ven J. Arnold (rough draft). ~(SacredInkedBlood)
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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, 2023
Jun 8, 2023 at 10:19 PM UTC
We Must Not Be Silenced (Recent Title Change: previous title: The Cure
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
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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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
"The Cure"
Dark shadows enfold my heart that I gave you to hold. * Every time you walk past, without even an hello, Omni, I get so cold as if my soul will freeze then fold * Your being completed me, so tell me Omni, how is it that your strong and bold when my being has disappeared, from what your eye's use to behold. * I'm as a withered plant, without your sun I'm done. The end of my species, never to see the sun. * Oh but when you did grace me not too long ago to bloom, I was the most beautiful in the room! * Thank you for that. ~SacredInkedBlood (Author Ven J. Arnold) ©2018
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Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 12:19 PM UTC
"So tell me Omni" 2018
Never sleep without your shoes on your feet, I forced my mouth to quiet my cries, for fear of another whip from the belt, she frowned as if to me tell me, "not another sound." Morning finally shined in, but momma better not get woke up before ten, so I waited until the night before I started in again, "mommy, he was my dad that died too," avoiding eye contact, "no you belong to that ***** that gave birth to you, " Trying one more time pleading the way 5-year old's do, "but you're my mommy, I love you and I miss daddy too," Suddenly my body slammed to the floor, realizing my shoes were the color of blue, fear, pain, the taste of blood not knowing to stay still or try to move, could never guess which to do, no matter her mood, Grieving for my daddy, begging for her love... she couldn't because I wasn't her  blood, my sister called her boyfriend, "daddy," though, ironically she had my dad's last name but not me strangely so. That cold Chicago night my shoelaces were tied extra tight, in fear, she'd put me in the dumpster like so many times she dared. Always sleep with your shoes on your feet, never get comfortable... like innocent prey you'll be eat. ~SacredInkedblood™ ©2018 Ven Jencie Clifton Arnold
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Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 3:10 AM UTC
"Always Sleep With Your Shoes On" (Series #3)
"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
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Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 11:51 PM UTC
"Depression"
"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
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"Omni, Do tell" A sunless sun... a cloudless cloud are the same in one? Dear Omni, without your help I fear that I'm done! Do tell or I wished I'd never met you from day one! ~Venjencie Ven, venae toward the heart How can I end what you have start? Light and dark each spinning round Dear Ven, this, only once around It starts If you really knew me, you wouldn't want to know me at all.~Omni Dear Omni, because I ink ****** words as a broken poet, We're blood from the same neck of the woods. Is a wingless bird free? If you end it then that's what I will be... a wingless bird that can never fly free. VenJencie Omni  Oct 6 If the woods be too high, climb down then fly. A flightless bird knows no envy. It too knows it is free. I, Omni do tell, only because I've seen it as well. Dear Venjencie, even the woods be broken, but still they grow. -Omni My dearest Omni, maybe you're my harmony, So do tell something I need to know, Will you disappear after I whisper my sin into your ear; (whispering), I'm not devious but I'm very much envious, For my beauty can never compare to the beautiful colored wings of others, I fear the woods will cease to grow, Then my very life will cease ...being wingless you know, If the woods burn down, Would you try to rescue me after I made my sin of jealousy known? ~SacredInkedblood ©2018 Venjencie Arnold Omni 5m Only in flight, are we less, but no lesser than any until it is of the mind. I tell you, you soar! Your words take flight and maybe, just maybe, your words save me. Wings need no envy nor want of shame. They take flight in the heart and sail in the expanse of the brain. There are no borders for envy and jealousy for they will always be, and so too we. Your wings mightily open and quench the fires of the forest with a single and simple flutter. There is no need for rescue. Your sin, be it as mine own, is safe with me. -Omni ©2018 "Omni, do tell" 2018© Rights credited to Omni and Venjencie Arnold
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Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 12:01 PM UTC
"Omni, Do tell" ©2018 Omni and Ven Jencie Arnold
"Omni, Do tell" A sunless sun... a cloudless cloud are the same in one? Dear Omni, without your help I fear that I'm done! Do tell or I wished I'd never met you from day one! ~Venjencie Ven, venae toward the heart How can I end what you have start? Light and dark each spinning round Dear Ven, this, only once around It starts If you really knew me, you wouldn't want to know me at all.~Omni Dear Omni, because I ink ****** words as a broken poet, We're blood from the same neck of the woods. Is a wingless bird free? If you end it then that's what I will be... a wingless bird that can never fly free. VenJencie Omni  Oct 6 If the woods be too high, climb down then fly. A flightless bird knows no envy. It too knows it is free. I, Omni do tell, only because I've seen it as well. Dear Venjencie, even the woods be broken, but still they grow. -Omni My dearest Omni, maybe you're my harmony, So do tell something I need to know, Will you disappear after I whisper my sin into your ear; (whispering), I'm not devious but I'm very much envious, For my beauty can never compare to the beautiful colored wings of others, I fear the woods will cease to grow, Then my very life will cease ...being wingless you know, If the woods burn down, Would you try to rescue me after I made my sin of jealousy known? ~SacredInkedblood ©2018 Venjencie Arnold Omni 5m Only in flight, are we less, but no lesser than any until it is of the mind. I tell you, you soar! Your words take flight and maybe, just maybe, your words save me. Wings need no envy nor want of shame. They take flight in the heart and sail in the expanse of the brain. There are no borders for envy and jealousy for they will always be, and so too we. Your wings mightily open and quench the fires of the forest with a single and simple flutter. There is no need for rescue. Your sin, be it as mine own, is safe with me. -Omni ©2018 "Omni, do tell" 2018© Rights credited to Omni and Venjencie Arnold
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I'm not all that good, I'm not all that bad, Maybe one day, I'm as bad as a person can be, Maybe on another day, I'm one of the best you can meet, Raised in a small town, Where people gossip from sun up to sun down, Brought up poor in a broken family, only added more, When I'm out and about, I get those judgemental stares, with whispers of, "she's hopeless, she's beyond repair, I get worked up so I purposely give them a reason to gasp for air, Of course they all claim to be Christians, The type that choose clean blue water to be baptised in, But I was baptised in muddy water and I'm glad to say," hey listen up, I was baptised in muddy water so I guess that makes me too ***** for your kind?" Then I smile to myself because I know  something they must not, JESUS WAS BAPTISED IN MUDDY WATERS, as well. I imagine it kind of went like this: Upon meeting Jesus, John said: "I have need to be baptized of thee, and comest thou to me? I imagine Jesus told John it was only right to do so, I can imagine John trying to convince Jesus to at least let him find cleaner waters but Jesus knew so He refused. You see in the time of Jesus’s baptism, the Jordan river and surrounding areas was no less than now, a river full of muck, ***** muddy, and gross looking, you can’t see two inches into it today nor could you then. These very people called Christians are the same people who judge so harshly, through the centuries they've compared Jesus's baptism to our own,  with an understandable preference for the clear waters of a Blue Hole over the muddy waters of the Jordan and beyond, So yeah, I'm all messed up in the head, Better the head than the heart, But you've already judged my part. So if you ever run out stuff to gossip about, just think back and remember, the small town girl that was baptised in muddy water. - Author Ven J Arnold / SacredInkedBlood
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Apr 26, 2022
Apr 26, 2022 at 11:50 PM UTC
I'll never measure up written by Author Ven J Arnold / SacredInkedBlood
I'm not all that good, I'm not all that bad, Maybe one day, I'm as bad as a person can be, Maybe on another day, I'm one of the best you can meet, Raised in a small town, Where people gossip from sun up to sun down, Brought up poor in a broken family, only added more, When I'm out and about, I get those judgemental stares, with whispers of, "she's hopeless, she's beyond repair, I get worked up so I purposely give them a reason to gasp for air, Of course they all claim to be Christians, The type that choose clean blue water to be baptised in, But I was baptised in muddy water and I'm glad to say," hey listen up, I was baptised in muddy water so I guess that makes me too ***** for your kind?" Then I smile to myself because I know  something they must not, JESUS WAS BAPTISED IN MUDDY WATERS, as well. I imagine it kind of went like this: Upon meeting Jesus, John said: "I have need to be baptized of thee, and comest thou to me? I imagine Jesus told John it was only right to do so, I can imagine John trying to convince Jesus to at least let him find cleaner waters but Jesus knew so He refused. You see in the time of Jesus’s baptism, the Jordan river and surrounding areas was no less than now, a river full of muck, ***** muddy, and gross looking, you can’t see two inches into it today nor could you then. These very people called Christians are the same people who judge so harshly, through the centuries they've compared Jesus's baptism to our own,  with an understandable preference for the clear waters of a Blue Hole over the muddy waters of the Jordan and beyond, So yeah, I'm all messed up in the head, Better the head than the heart, But you've already judged my part. So if you ever run out stuff to gossip about, just think back and remember, the small town girl that was baptised in muddy water. - Author Ven J Arnold / SacredInkedBlood
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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
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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Just like I am, the shadows play in the night light, the moon flowers open as my eyes, so I witness their glory, the moon is a friend, who knows my every worry, the moths eat away at the trees, frogs splash in a water spring. When I dose off, the night guards me as I sleep walk, a lizard slithers onto a rock, the night is awake but when I it starts to slip off, I curse the thought that day is fixing to start, people can see me in the light, live people that have no heart, the demons do come at me when it's dark but at least I know they'll soon have to depart, they cannot damage my soul, no, not like those that live. ~SacredInkedBlood
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Mar 16, 2020
Mar 16, 2020 at 3:13 AM UTC
"The Night is Awake"
Fire is so beautiful... so captivating! It baffles me, how something so beautiful can be so destructive! I can be fire. - SacredInkedBlood     ©2019
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Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 3:17 PM UTC
"Fire"
There's a thin line between loving yourself & putting yourself on a pedestal. Respect yourself without becoming your own idol. ~ Author Ven J Arnold ~SacredInkedBlood
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Nov 17, 2021
Nov 17, 2021 at 10:57 PM UTC
Thin Line
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
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May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 1:05 AM UTC
"Torn Flower, Torn Girl"
you're so high, white glowing light, I'll never let you go, always blowing me kisses from the sky, I send you kisses, we're two in one, you know all of my secrets, we'll be together every night, you've always been there, you always stay until the sun shows up, protecting me through the night, every night, white glowing light, you're so high. Now read from last line back up to the first. ~SacredInkedBlood ©11_27_18 via Ven Jencie Clifton Arnold
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Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 6:12 AM UTC
"luna amore" 11/27/18
"MISS CAROLINE" Humanity is rare, in this world today,           loyalty is bare, just listen to what               people say! Most people seem soulless, hearts callous.   In the woods is where, I find renewing of my mind                                         and                                       spirit. When I venture out, I take one that is loyal,                         trustworthy                                  and                                 kind. It doesn't fit well with me that as an animal                    she is defined. My Miss Caroline has more compassion than these humans      passing through. She could teach the human   race; all about true humanity with grace. So when you've lost your way and your head is filled with the world's noise, then don't forget to return to that peaceful place with a friend... more human than the human race. A friend like mine that is loyal until the end of time. When i venture out, I take one that is loyal, trustworthy & kind. It doesn't fit well with me that as an animal she's defined. ~SacredInkedBlood©
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Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 7:56 PM UTC
"Miss Caroline"
Such a con man convincing me that I was so beautiful, his saving grace, With his hands, he painted my face, With make-up I would have to retrace, I would dress pretty just for him, I kept my body fit and trim, Though for real, I didn't know it was a messed up, I tried to be his best partner, his loving wife. Shocked and and scared every time, like it was something new, that just began, He'd beg my forgiveness again & again, how I always forgave, forgetting all the prior distress, just to continue day after day. Pulling my hair, using your fist to paint my lips the color of crimson red, fearing each time I'd die. It even happened when you weren't full of whiskey, I'd have moments of reality, knowing I had to get out for my babies, You had everyone convinced you were innocent, I was the one that suffered your vengeance, like an illusion, everyone took your side, they all believed every time you lied. I have no more shame, no more fear, I don't have to pretend because I'm no longer your possession for abuse. How do you feel now tough guy, knowing I'm free? How does it feel every time you look up high, Knowing I'm a shining light in the sky, You probably don't feel nothing at all, your just a parasite who is the devils delight, You look so pathetic and small when I look down from heaven each and every night. Be careful because for you, it's still a hard fall on the way down. You're out of luck because I'm out of that box. The last night I was scared to close my eyes was the last time that I closed them once and for all. ~SacredInkedBlood
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Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 2:47 AM UTC
I'm Free
Such a con man convincing me that I was so beautiful, his saving grace, With his hands, he painted my face, With make-up I would have to retrace, I would dress pretty just for him, I kept my body fit and trim, Though for real, I didn't know it was a messed up, I tried to be his best partner, his loving wife. Shocked and and scared every time, like it was something new, that just began, He'd beg my forgiveness again & again, how I always forgave, forgetting all the prior distress, just to continue day after day. Pulling my hair, using your fist to paint my lips the color of crimson red, fearing each time I'd die. It even happened when you weren't full of whiskey, I'd have moments of reality, knowing I had to get out for my babies, You had everyone convinced you were innocent, I was the one that suffered your vengeance, like an illusion, everyone took your side, they all believed every time you lied. I have no more shame, no more fear, I don't have to pretend because I'm no longer your possession for abuse. How do you feel now tough guy, knowing I'm free? How does it feel every time you look up high, Knowing I'm a shining light in the sky, You probably don't feel nothing at all, your just a parasite who is the devils delight, You look so pathetic and small when I look down from heaven each and every night. Be careful because for you, it's still a hard fall on the way down. You're out of luck because I'm out of that box. The last night I was scared to close my eyes was the last time that I closed them once and for all. ~SacredInkedBlood
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If the day shall come that I should forget you and all that we've become, If the day shall come that I'm senile, Just know because of the way you smile I'd fall all over again, but if it happens to cause you too much pain, by all means, my dear, I hope you'll choose to find happiness elsewhere. You're the love of my life but if Alzheimer's should rob my memory of being your loving wife, please know I still only want you to be happy for the rest of your life. ~with love, your wife ~SacredInkedBlood ©2018
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Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 12:56 AM UTC
"Memory Robbed" written by me on Sept262018© Venjencie Arnold/SacredInkedBlood
'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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Jul 1, 2023
Jul 1, 2023 at 11:49 PM UTC
Imprisoned by my Addiction
'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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You may walk in the same storm with another, Under the same sky feeling the same rain but that doesn't mean you've endured their pain. Before you assume that you're above them, Consider the lightening when it does strike... that it doesn't consider one's mere stature or height. ~Author Ven J. Arnold (SacredInkedBlood) copyright 2018 Ven Jencie Clifton Arnold
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Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 7:52 AM UTC
"When lightening strikes" via me ©11/18
I see you there grasshopper, you're famous, don't you know, Often when spied on thickets, mistaken for crickets, but no more, you've made yourself quite clear, You appear in dreams, "Freedom, independence, enlightenment, inability to settle down, So it seems, Your family's ancestors come from the early Triassic, roughly back 250 million years ago, John the Baptist ate locusts, wild honey too, Still people denied you, False claims, YOU, A vegetarian food, HA! ignorant of truth, Blinded to the fact that ἀκρίδες means plenty of you, So bask in the sun, feeling heat, acceleration of heart rate, watching with your 5 eyes, When a spider comes along, you can be ready to run, shall I say ready to lunge. Author Ven J Arnold ( SacredInkedBlood
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May 20, 2023
May 20, 2023 at 10:53 PM UTC
Grasshopper Famous
I just meant to lay my head on your chest, For no other reason but to hug you right, Then I realized for the first time after many a night, That your heart was beating at it's best, I smiled and wanted to cry,           But Instead, I silently thanked God for giving me the sweetest lullaby, last night before we went to bed.     ~SacredInkedBlood ©2018 Venjencie Clifton Arnold Sweetest Lullaby (see) Author Ven J. Arnold on Facebook.
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Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 2:38 PM UTC
"Sweetest Lullaby" written by me 2018
"Same Creator" See that woman standing on the street corner with hardly any clothes on to wear, that's me you see there, See that rich white woman in that movie, that's me on TV, See that girl with the pretty skin that you called a ****** that's me & I'm no different, See that old woman there that you make fun of because she forgot her name, that's me all the same, See the girl in the fancy dress with all the fancy things abound, that's me safe & sound, See that woman in the uniform with dust & debris, that's me sent overseas, See that woman that preaches about God, that's me talking about Jesus, See I'm every woman & I'm every girl no matter where she came from, no matter her skin color, no matter where she's born and no matter her circumstances because we're all from the same Creator, So no one is less and no one is greater! ~SacredInkedBlood ©11/18 ©2018 Anna Ven Jencie Clifton Arnold
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Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 7:45 AM UTC
Untitled
Cowards: Men who kick a woman(esp. after he's the 1 that drug her down). You'd never suspect it's the men with a good reputation around town. If they're true & through bad they don't fight only women but their fist are enough for anyone who angers them enough... he'll try to take anyone down. BUT it's a pure yellow-bellied coward sort that doesn't have what it takes to stand up to another, not for himself much less any other. Lowest **** of all cowards are the ones who kick her like she's a dog when she's on the ground, standing up over her like a tall tower, feeling proud with power. If or when it's found out then she deserved it all. Oh yeah, without a doubt especially if she's already been down the abuse pattern route. When he kills her; appears justified because they say, she should have gotten out before she died. But sure enough, it's a pure coward that'll kick a woman & tell her that he should stomp her brain's out. SCREAMING at her FORCING her to answer his questions when she's already too frightened to make a sound... knowing that no matter the answer she decides, it's just another excuse for him to slap her around, why? Because of course whatever answer will be a lie, I guess a coward must be able to predict it's a lie before any words ever have to come out, I guess she lied because she just wants to be slapped around. Wait what's that sound? Oh it's death bells now they'll bury me in the ground. Death is merely peace that I've finally found. ~SacredInkedBlood ©2018
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Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 4:33 AM UTC
"DENIED" ~SacredInkedBlood ©2018
Cowards: Men who kick a woman(esp. after he's the 1 that drug her down). You'd never suspect it's the men with a good reputation around town. If they're true & through bad they don't fight only women but their fist are enough for anyone who angers them enough... he'll try to take anyone down. BUT it's a pure yellow-bellied coward sort that doesn't have what it takes to stand up to another, not for himself much less any other. Lowest **** of all cowards are the ones who kick her like she's a dog when she's on the ground, standing up over her like a tall tower, feeling proud with power. If or when it's found out then she deserved it all. Oh yeah, without a doubt especially if she's already been down the abuse pattern route. When he kills her; appears justified because they say, she should have gotten out before she died. But sure enough, it's a pure coward that'll kick a woman & tell her that he should stomp her brain's out. SCREAMING at her FORCING her to answer his questions when she's already too frightened to make a sound... knowing that no matter the answer she decides, it's just another excuse for him to slap her around, why? Because of course whatever answer will be a lie, I guess a coward must be able to predict it's a lie before any words ever have to come out, I guess she lied because she just wants to be slapped around. Wait what's that sound? Oh it's death bells now they'll bury me in the ground. Death is merely peace that I've finally found. ~SacredInkedBlood ©2018
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21 gun salute; Another mother sonless. ~SacredInkedBlood ©2018 VenjencieArnold
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Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 11:34 AM UTC
"Another Sonless"