"venjencie" poems
"migliore"
come fai a sapere se il tuo meglio era abbastanza buono se non fosse abbastanza buono ~Venjencie©
(translated from Italian into English below);
"Best"
How do you know if your best is good enough if it was not enough? ~ Venjencie©
#migliore_BestWrittenByMeAbtMeOn04_12_2018_AnnaVenjencie
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 9:16 AM UTC
I should be just like you, Heart of black ice, Be kind, A friend, how to create an illusion, in your mind, be close, pretend to be real, a way to know, your dreams, your plans, your next move,
When I see your aspirations, which carry you forward,
Being a master manipulator, like you, I will cunningly plan your fall, like a jester, laughing with the crowd, which I am convinced you have always been, nothing more than that of an immutable intimidated.
You are really just a coward, you are afraid of someone, you just make an effort to do what is best, you are afraid of someone, who is not even a threat to you, or the position you occupy.
Prove your superiority, self-confidence, by being proudly bold! Your pride, your arrogance, your ignorance, your blindness and your hypocrisy ...
NO, I could never be like you, ruining others like you do, I thought I was the fool, now I see, now I have peace.
So I sincerely pray. "God open his heart, to accept your extraordinary grace, through you, we will both know our part, our place, and if not soon, then in Heaven, we will have
an eternity to be redone. "Yes, I love you my sister in Christ!
- VenJencie Ⓒ Author Ven J. Arnold
Venjencie Clifton Arnold
Nov 10, 2021
Nov 10, 2021 at 11:06 PM UTC
Dovrei essere proprio come te, Cuore di ghiaccio nero, Sii gentile, Un amico, come creare un'illusione, nella tua mente, sii vicino, fingi di essere reale, un modo per conoscere, i tuoi sogni, i tuoi piani, la tua prossima mossa ,
Quando vedo le tue aspirazioni, che ti portano avanti,
Essendo un maestro manipolatore, come te, pianificherò astutamente la tua caduta, come un giullare, ridendo con la folla, che sono convinto che tu sia sempre stato, nient'altro che quello di un immutabile intimidito.
Sei davvero solo un codardo, hai paura di qualcuno, fai solo uno sforzo per fare ciò che è meglio, hai paura di qualcuno, che non è nemmeno una minaccia per te, o per la posizione che occupi.
Dimostra la tua superiorità, fiducia in te stesso, essendo orgogliosamente audace! Il tuo orgoglio, la tua arroganza, la tua ignoranza, la tua cecità e la tua ipocrisia...
NO, non potrei mai essere come te, rovinando gli altri come fai tu, pensavo di essere lo sciocco, ora vedo, ora ** pace.
Quindi prego sinceramente. "Dio apri il suo cuore, per accettare la tua grazia straordinaria, attraverso di te, conosceremo entrambi la nostra parte, il nostro posto, e se non presto, allora in Paradiso, avremo
un'eternità da rifare. "Sì, ti amo sorella mia in Cristo!
- VenJencie Ⓒ Autore Ven J. Arnold
Nov 10, 2021
Nov 10, 2021 at 11:26 PM 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
"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
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 12:01 PM UTC
Another poem leaks out of my eye,
Why tonight, I cry?
No matter how hard I fight,
It still rolls down my cheek tonight,
Forcing my ink to write,
Poetry disguised in the form of tears,
Now on paper as a charcoal's smear,
They travel from within my heart,
They gush out and up breaking it all apart,
Then they make it up to my eye,
From my lid's they drip,
Forming into ink from my finger's tip,
What happened to gravity?
Another night's catastrophe.
~ VenJencie (01/26/18)
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 2:38 AM UTC
"Inked Vein's Bleeding Sins"
(written by me on April8th2018).
You mentioned, "Why write 'coz
nobody even reads
them much less clicks like,"
Maybe that shouldn't be a
question, maybe you ask...
who are you writing for,
them? or for you & your
soul's sanity?
If you answered, 'for them'
then maybe it's not your
reality?
I write 'coz my inked blood vein's bleed what everyone calls
sin;
I write for their sins, I write for mine, I write the sins committed by soul's since the beginning of time. I don't write to make up some dope thyme. I bleed the sins committed by soul's before
the beginning of time.
I write about sins committed by all mankind; those committed in heaven, in earth, under earth
and everything in between.
I know our ONE & Only Perfect REDEEMER, already shed His precious blood to cover all sins
like a flood.
I write for the sanity of my afflicted mind, I write from the blood that's on the sword that pierced my very soul.
I write so maybe our sins can be covered & we're made whole. I write 'coz I feel God's Holy Spirit in my soul. I write to claim His
victory; that keeps Satan's
demons away from the my soul.
~Venjencie©
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 10:19 AM UTC
Looking upon you, through my blue eyes, but I can't lie and say it was unintentional nor did your imagination make me up, Let's never say goodnight nor stop after the virtual sunlight. - Venjencie Clifton Arnold
My dearest Omni, let it be me.
May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 1:48 AM UTC
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
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 12:56 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
.
Jul 1, 2023
Jul 1, 2023 at 11:49 PM UTC
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.
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 2:38 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
Cute lil pig tails with her lil red wagon,
Freckled face waited to play all day,
He followed her to and fro,
She didn't have a word to say,
6 years down the road, He still loved Hope,
She rode her red bike everyday, He put a
flower in her basket without delay, She still
didnt have a word to say, 3 years later in his
red car, he gave her ride to school and back everyday, She would smile and wave, Still
never had a word to say, 5 years later on
their wedding day Gracefully stood at the
alter, And not a word she had to say, Not with her mouth anyway, With her hands she signed,
I love you, Then with tears in her eyes, Used
her hands to reply, I do, To his ears it was the most beautiful words his heart ever heard her say. ~ Anna VenJencie Arnold.
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 3:32 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
.
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
When I write, you say, "it's a reflection,"
When I write, you say, "it's an affliction;
it mirror's my heart's true direction."
YOU prophesied my soul's final
destination!
Will you be there to witness the outcome
of your own prediction?
"I'm just another puppet,
I'm just another tool; like a pigeon on
the Devil's stool, one more
fool that, The Master of
Deception,
uses to create confusion!"
I must fail miserably for it not to be a clandestine activity!
Who am I to argue with someone, who
has a set of detective tools, like you? I'd hate to be so objective, besides,
who wants to be that predictive?
Surely not me, surely not you!
~Venjencie NightWriter69
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 3:41 AM UTC
//All Or Nothing//
Don't tell me you love me,
Even if you feel it to be,
Wait until the seeds you've
sown are already grown,
I want you to say it,
Only when it can be fully shown,
I don't need pieces of my heart strown
everywhere,
I need a love 100% here,
Not a little here and a little there,
Don't worry because I'm grown,
I learned not live on love alone,
My love for you is true,
But I'd rather do without it,
Instead of destroying me.
~VenJencie
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 9:31 AM UTC
'uP'
Prayers are wing's to envelope our thoughts spoken or not to God's ear,
Every word He does indeed hear,
It can be a plea, a question, or just a statement or two, So lets lift one another up to God's loving ear's,
A prayer can erase your every fear, help us carry one another's burden with care,
So let's lift those uP feeling defeated because of these floods. In Your Holy Name I Pray, amen
I wrote this during Hurricane Florence along with several others. Let's lift one another up! © an hour ago, Venjencie Arnold ~SacredInkedBlood
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 7:17 PM UTC
Looking upon you, through my blue eyes, but I can't lie and say it was unintentional nor did your imagination make me up, Let's never say goodnight nor stop after the virtual sunlight.
- Venjencie Clifton Arnold
My dearest Omni, let it be me.
Jul 25, 2023
Jul 25, 2023 at 11:04 PM UTC