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  Dec 2019 ManxPoetryGuy
Bogdan Dragos
but that handle was made for his hand
hand - handle
handle - hand

the fingers would close
around it to never let go
It had to have flesh around it
at all times
But the blade...
the blade was still naked. He couldn't let
the blade naked
It wasn't fair

"So that's why you stabbed your
mommy then?" the psychiatrist asked him.

"Yes," he said.

"The knife is more important
to you than mommy?"

"The knife listens. Mommy doesn't."
ManxPoetryGuy Dec 2019
Numb like clay,
my hand brushes over the surface,
nothing to feel,
nothing to say.
Numb like the tears that fell that day.
ManxPoetryGuy Jun 2019
I
I am Breathing
I am Playing
I am Feeling
I am Loving
I am Caring
I am Funny
I am Talented
I am Creative
I am F̷̦̦̣̉è̷̫̣͆͜á̷̫̈͠r̶͉̞̦̿f̵͔̫̻̄̓͘ṷ̷̰͍̕l̷̮̔͠
I am Smart
I am Adventurous
I am Curios
I Ç̷̨̟̋̈̾a̴̭̎̔̌n̴̡̦̕'̸͉͕̦̮̅̐̄ť̴̼̝͎́̀͌ ̷̙͙͛͐͝B̷̢̼̊͛̂r̸̫̼̐e̷̝͈̞̊̈͊̍a̸̛̞̻͈̟̍t̶͍̙̗̮̏h̴̡̯͔̙͌
I want Love
Ń̴̛̛̳͓͙̖ó̷͓̜͚ ̵̦̀͋ŏ̸͎̗͍n̴̥͚͔͆̂̊͜ĕ̶̛̙̈́̓ ̶̢͙̙͚̈́͛̏L̷͚̫̉͑̾o̶̲͐̽v̴̳̖͐͋é̶͎͚͔̘̏͠s̵̗͉̥̅̇̀ ̷̛͖͌̔M̷͔̮͒̇͒ę̵̪̜͎̉̆
I want Family
Ṫ̴̹h̵̻͆ę̶͌y̷̰̔ ̵̘̈́a̴͎͛l̸̻̂l̵̗͗ ̴̼̔H̸̹̓ḁ̶̊t̴̥̀e̸̼͝ ̵̣́M̷͛͜e̴͍̓
I am Ḍ̸̈a̶̮͝n̴̼̈́g̴͕̈́ȩ̸́r̷̞̀o̸̦̽ǘ̴̠s̴̫̾ ̴͈̊
I am Ü̵͖ñ̵̤l̶̳͝ò̴̗͆v̸̟́́e̶͖͂̓d̶̡̀̎
I am H̸̨̎i̶̢͗ḏ̷͐e̶͈͑ó̶̭ǘ̸̩s̷̜̽
I love Someone W̸̟̊h̶͕͠ő̸̰ ̵̹́I̶̤̚ ̵̼̾S̶̯̈́h̷̊ͅȍ̴̗ų̷̓l̵̮̋d̸̺̈n̶̯̂t̶̠͂
I save People B̸̭̥͖̍̽y̵͙̪̟͂ ̴̢͖̈́̉̎p̷̙̪̍̏͠u̷͙͝s̶͚̺̿̓ḧ̴̝͍́̎ì̶̛͔̰̣n̸͎̬̥̉́g̶̻͉͇͊ ̸̢͖͂t̶̯͕̓̇h̵̼͈̓̔̃e̶̼̿̔m̵̻͇̰̉̑͝ ̵̳̰̦̔̉͝a̸̡̿̆ŵ̷͎a̸̺͂y̵̧̨͇̽͗́
I help my friends B̸͚͍̗̈́y̸̩͘ͅ ̵̘̭͑͂͐ḧ̴̠́͝ǘ̸̫̇ŕ̵̗̎̕t̵̝̰̾̕i̷̩͈̿͘͠n̴̤̒͆͝g̷͙̻̐̐͜ ̵̼̼̲͂͆m̶̡̮̅͛͊y̷̤͍̻̒s̴̢̄ȇ̸̖͇̮̊l̷̐ͅf̸̮́ͅ
I seek Happiness B̷͉̫̤̀̽̿u̷̠͑́t̶̨̝̐̀͠ͅ ̷͚̮̲̇͆̽f̷̱͇̜̌͛͑i̸̺̎͝n̵̥̗͚̄d̸̟͂ ̴̡̮͑̽͜o̶̮̓̐̍ņ̷̯̊̃ḷ̷͓̥̃͛y̸͉͖̞̅ ̸̀̈́ͅS̴̛͚͓͈͂ą̴̂d̶̤̆̑n̸͓͆ė̶͈̰s̵̪̣̥͛ŝ̷̞̩̈́
Ȉ̶̺͔ ̶̟̼̯̽̈́̒ä̸͓̰͚̕m̴͉͚͚̒̈́ ̴̨̦͗N̵̮͛o̵̳̝̹̕t̸̰̃h̵̫̟̪̉̊i̸̞̅n̴̠̮͐̋̏g̵̣̥̾̕ I̷͑̊͜ ̴̭̘̎̾a̶͚̦͚̿̈́m̸̧̖̆̌͠ ̴͙͙͊͝W̸̻̑͗̀ẹ̶͎͌a̶̰̓̀̾k̷̫̖̊̓ͅ
I̵͍̞͍̫̱̩̗̟̗̠͒̽̎̑̏͒̽̈́̓̋̚͜ͅ ̷̫̥̺̣͍̹̭̤̥̩̬̘̦̳͚̟̍̋͋̌̈́͘͝a̵̱̻͓̠͈̤͍͚̼̞͚͔̿̓͐̈́̿͜͜m̴͙̃̓̌͊̈́̄̈́̀̐̅̓̌̊̕̚͠͝­̨̜͚͉̥͔̗̞̹̗͇͕̘ͅ ̸̧̢̯̤̥̩͍̭̭̫̰͓̣͇̌̽̓͆̃͌̈́̃̿̚ͅM̴̩̹̦͓͇͔̳̖̭̣̪̄͂̿̀̿͗̽͐͗͗i̷̾͂̎́̋͑̽̀͒̑̈́͘͝͠­̡̭̗͇͖̲̜͎̺̼͇̳͈͌̊s̵̡̢̧̰͓̯̥̬͔̺̣͇̬̝̋̈́̏̓̒͋͂͛́̿͒̅̔͠͠ȩ̶̮̲̭̦̰͙̩̩̬͎͙̝̳̀̈r­̸̼̻̫̋a̵̧̟̥̗͕̜̘̱͉̤͚͕̐̓͂̄̈́̿b̷̛͉͔͇͔̙͙̫́̊̇͒͒̄͐̊̌͋̉͒̌̄͘l̷̈̆̅͗̐́̊́̽̀̈́͘͝­̫̭̦̲̪̱̈́ę̷͓̜̙̭̮͚͔̺̩̠͉̿͒́̏̉̈͊̔͐̕͜͝ͅͅ ̵̪̠̘͉̹̣͕̝͔̗̜̟̮̼̭̂̏͜I̴̲̲̜̗̠̮͖̺͋̀͑̍̅̊̌̾̉̾͑̍̊̃͝͝ ̷̢̢̥͔͚͍̹̹̟̿̓̀͘͜ͅā̴̈́͋̈́̃͗̚̚͜ṃ̶̢̢̻̝̬̹̙̬̫̎́͂́̐̀̀̌̓̋̅̎͊̚̚͜ ̸̱̪̞̟͇̮͈̠͚͇̭̓̌̎̀̎̍͜͝ͅP̷̛̗̽͊̎̍͋̀͂̀̕ă̷̰̭͈̭̎͌́̒͒͑͌͊̀̐̋̓͘͠ẗ̶̯̗̯́͒̎̂͠­̧̨̣̠͕̼̭̭͇̮̹͜h̸͖͇̙̮̙̃̏̈̒͒́̊̾̀͑̾́̑̆̈́e̶̤͙̦̗̥͔̋̋͑̃̕͝t̴̮̣̱̲̟̅̄͛̋͛̾̇̚̚͝­̭̝̜̞͇̘͔i̶͈̻͇̬͖̩̓̋̀͑͝c̶̲͔̥̯̖̝̹͈̙̼̓͜͝ͅ ̷͕͕͕̣̦̺̙̲̳͖̟̮̩͍͔̪͖̈́̏͂͗͗̒̐͒̋̾̽̿̓Ì̵̢̱͎̮̯̼͉̦̖̭͈͎̰̯͆͛́̓̓͊̏̋̎̑͑͛͝ ̷̡͕̘͈̣͍̗͖̺̖͖͌̓̀̔̽̄̓̀̈́̍̚̕͜͠a̶̯̣̬̖̾̌̃m̸̡̥̌̐̍̒́̀̔̾͌͘͝ ̵̢̧̜̤͚̻͉̹̜̾͂͌̾̑L̴̛̝͈̪̱̦͖͕̝͔͎̞̠̈͋͊̐̀̒̾̀̈̈̕͘͜o̸̡̲̠͎̍͌̈́̽̒̌̿͌͌͂̽̾͗̆͝͝­͈n̶̨̠͍͓̞̪̲̫͖͉͉̯͍͖̂̆̇̄̌̈́̐͂͘͜͜ȩ̶̡̻͖̟̬͕̬͓̣̑̃̂̌͌ͅͅḽ̵̨̫̟͚̱̮͈̝̼͕͇̇̈y̷­̢̻͓̱̙͇̭̳̦̲̅̏̒̓̿̋̃̊̎̚ ̵͕̄̋͋͑͒̕I̴̞̱͈͖͚͙̩̱̞͍̥͂̈́͂̉̓̎̕ ̶̣̖̬̼̤̝͊̅͗̊̚͘ă̷̡͖͈̳̠̳̯̖̤͚̱͇m̸̛̳͔̥̜̗̒͐̊̌̋̃̄͑̔̋͌ ̴̩̬̂̿̈̇I̴͚̳̪͉̣̗̯̭̘̟̣̎̃̋̀̂̈́̍̾̊̄̾ͅn̷͍͇͈̥̞̭̻̯̙͕̠͚̻͉̑͌͊̿̓͒̊̏̄̅͌̕͘͠͝͝c­̶̙͓͉͚͓̪͍̺͇͚̤̯͇̳͔̱̣͌̓̇̅̿͛ą̵̟̜̲̝̗͍͈̝̻̙͒͐̚p̶̱̺̲̭̯̹̮̈́͆̓̀̋̅̽͂̔̔̂̄͆̂͘͝­͕ͅä̴̞́̍b̷̡̛͎͉̱̟̯̗͉̺̭̂̓̋͒̇͋l̷̯̊͗̑͂e̴̮̺̣̫͓͓͉̻̻̝̭̤͚̖̖̅̓͛̃̃̈́̒̿͗̾́̀̉̇͝­͖ ̶̧̢̯̜̻̫͙̱̻̥̠͓̒̾̈́̒̿͒̇̌̚͠͠͠Į̸̨̨͙̻̥̰̤̯̱̫̺̦͂̐͛̀͠͠ ̴̢͔̭̝̏̈́̾͋͊̒͂͊̾̇̆̂̌͜͠ͅẃ̸̧̧̡̹͎͙̰̮̘̳͉͖͚̗͙͛̽̿̾͋͋̚͜͜͝ỏ̷͂̇̓̿̽̔̇́̚͘̕̚͠­̧̢̪̼̦̲̼͓̭͎̝̮͈̦̯̼n̶̛̪̺̓͂͑́̑̈̋̑t̷̨͖̥̥̼̦̠̪͔̫̩͙̔́͊̏͛̚ ̷̨̤͎̬̽͌͋̿̏̽̓̀̂́̆̌̉Ş̷̛͒͒u̴̝̾̀͐̏̿̚͘͝ŗ̷̱̫͚͈̩̦̙̰̲̩̫͉̿ͅv̴̧̼̎̂̓̑̋͛̋̆̋­͎̱̩͈̝͙i̵̞͉̦̾̿̅̍͗̀̓̾͘͘͘͝v̴̡͖͍̪̟̘͇͕̥̫̈́̂̇̄̋̃̇̾̅̀̓͆͂͘̚ͅe̸̻̳̥͒́̇̿̎̄̇̃͜­ ̴̪̟̥͎̻̝̻͎̀̌͒̍̾̇̓́͂̎͒͘̕̕͠͝͝Ĩ̸̻̹̲̣̜͓͕̯̻̙̹̋͂̀̉̏͆̚͜͠ͅ ̷̯̥͓̻̠̫̻̘̜̇͗̇̉͂̽͋̋͑̈̌̐̒̈́̎͘͜w̷͍͚͑͑̐̋̏͂͆̽̈́̃͊̽̅͗o̶̧̥͚̟͙͉͈̱̦͎͓̫̰̺̾̉̉̍­͇ń̷̨̟͊͊͂̀́͠ţ̴̗̰̰̦̱̞͕͓̗͐̓̆̉͗̎͋̊͜͝ ̵̜̰̲̀̆͋͊̂̌͐͘͠Ş̸̡̛̯̜̭̘͈̦̩̗̱̟̀̈̒́̂͝ṷ̴̡̡̡̫̤̦̬̞͇͉̥̠̣͚͈̦̾̄͆̂́͋́͗̚͝c̴­̛̗̋͊̏̎̐͌̈̾͗̒͘͘͘͠c̴͙͙̪̦̯̪͂͐̽e̶͍̮͕̙̠͇̟̻̲͈̖̒͊̈̊̃͊̆̎͂͛̈̽̍͘͝͠e̸͂͋̿͌͊͘͠­̧̰͚̤̳̺̻̗̭͑͌́̈́̚͝d̶̬̏̕̚͝ ̴̡͕͍͔̥̙̣̣͕̼͍̃̂̈́̎͒̊̈͊̒̆̀̉̆̑̇̚͝ͅI̶̡̖̞͍̟̥̙̝̭̲̗͝ͅ ̵͙̟̤̜͖̈́͊̀͒͐͛͌͊̀͘w̸̨̧̨̩͍̪̲̹͇͎̱̜̩̣̭̲͚̓̉̓͐͆̒̎̒o̵̥̥̬̪̯̮͐͗͛̍͆̆͋̈̆̂̕̚͠͠­̡̨̨͖̺̦͉͜n̵̢͍̼͙̦̼͖̠͈͓̗̺̮̙̎̔̄͒̋̌̂͆́̍̏̀̀͜͠͝͝ͅͅt̸̬͙̻̖̯̫̞̙̲̝̜̫̫̓͝ ̴̩̟̞̻̠̹͎̥͛̒̂̌͋̾̄͊́̌b̸͙̝͎͈̻̪͔̹̯̫͎̠̹͔̮̀̅́̈́ͅe̵̹̙̤̠͈̮̩̻̺̔̇̿͜ ̸͚̿̏̽̄̋̐͋̚͝M̸̟̼̱̼̮̍̓̈̑̀̽͒͒͌͘̚͝į̸̥̠̼͍̥̱̣͙̙́̈́͂̋̊s̸̰̓̄̍̉̂̓͒́̓͑͛͗̆̀̕­̡͇͈̬͉͙̣̜͍͈̼͜ͅş̷̛͓͇̗̥͑̀͋͆͂̐̋̓̎̽e̴̢̹̞̙̫̔͒̿̾̾̓͑͂d̷̨̰̹̼͚̦͕̲͋̓̊͌̍͛̐͘ͅ­ ̶̧̥͓̻̲̰̲͙͙̓̍̀͋̍̆̓̀̈́̿̂͆̂͝I̵̡̧͙̪͖͈͚̜͙͇̗̯͗̎́̄͘͠ ̵̧̧̘̦̮̭̲̪̝̪̳̲̞̦̇͛͒͂͜c̴̡̲͕̖͍̼̗̬͍̿͐́͊͒̈́̂͐̍̚͝a̸̛͓̙͋̒̈̒́̀́͆̊̓̀̈́͘ǹ̵͐̏­̢̨̢̢̦̲̺͓̮͍͖̫̉͛͆͆͝͝ͅẗ̷͍͇͇̭͚͉͈̠̰̟͍̼̖͐͋̿̅̈́̽̈́̏̽̈́̿͜͠ͅͅ ̶̠͔͍͕͇̠͗͌̄̀̀͑͂̀̈́̑́̍̅͂̓͝E̴̢̙̺̫̟̖̣̼̮̥̪̣͛͗̅ŝ̶̥̘͉̦̬͎̘͚̬̩̳̣͗͌̀͘͝c̵̒̍͗­̗̞̫̮̖̘͎͒̋͆a̷̱̝̦̓̓͒͂͐̈̓͌̐̈́p̴̰̳̼̝͇͙̈́̈̀͊͌͋̒̑͆̓̑͐͑͊̕͝ḝ̷͉̌̌̋͋͐̒̉̒̂͝ ̴̨̧̜͙͖͔̹̜̲̗̟̰͓̝̿͑͆̈́͒̽͛̔̈̇́̋̓̎͝͝͠I̷̮̻͚̗̫͕̭̅̐̏̚ ̸̢̨̰̠͙̣̝̤̲̜̰̦́͛͆̀̆̿̈́́̓̓͗͜͠ą̴̧̛̞͕̯̫̥̤̞͎̟̀̃m̴̢̛̳̩̩̝̄͒̈̓͗̎̎̃͋̐̚͜͝͝ͅ­̩̩ ̴̙̬͔͓̤͕̞̼̗̜̹̉̓͌̄́Ḏ̶̼̥͐͛͐͋̌̈́̓͋̎̎̌̕͝ê̸̥̝̜͆̾̆̋̾͛̒̈́̃̈́͘͜͝͝͝a̶̅͗̀͌͊͒­̣̣̱̫̻͊̏̑̀͝͝d̸̥̹̹̫̮̞̠͖̻̦̠̄͑̈̀̚



But even so I...



I̵͈͆ ̸̯̏d̶̳͊ȍ̴͖n̷̐ͅ'̶̣̊t̵̡̕ ̴͓͐ĥ̵̫a̶̡̕v̴̒ͅe̶̫̕ ̴̝̈È̶̗x̴̭͗c̸͖͂u̵͋͜s̷̗̋ȇ̸̬s̵͓̅, I have Reasons
Ĩ̶̪f̵̱̔ ̷͈̂I̷̩̚ ̷͚͌m̷̬͗a̴̪̎ḵ̵͗e̵̩͘ ̸̥̉ā̴̗ ̴͈́Ṁ̸̱i̵̧͌ŝ̵̝t̸̯̕a̸̝͝k̶̤̿ę̷̿ I Apologise
Ì̷̙f̸̼͝ ̵͋ͅI̵̗͐ ̷̜́h̶̠́a̶̮̅v̵̢͊e̸̙̕ ̷̯̈́a̵̔͜ ̸̮͋P̶̣̈r̴̥̈́o̴̘̓b̴̛̳l̴̬̕è̸̻m̷̥͗ I try to Fix It
I̷͈͂̓f̴͕̹̎ ̸́̋ͅŝ̸̞̌ö̵͚́͠m̵̤͛ĕ̸̗̼͠t̵͔̂h̷̩̔i̸̛̗͜n̴̹̒ǧ̷̱͝ ̶̨̒i̸͚̊̑s̵̰̆͠ ̴̫͕̿̒ṭ̸̎͜ơ̶̠͐o̶̧̻̔ ̴̖̩͆́D̸̺̏͜i̵̩̭̓̔f̴̛̙͠f̷̺̭̅i̵̩̗͛͂c̷̼̓̿ư̵̧͓̚l̴̞̊ț̸̓̒ I try even Harder
Ĭ̶̡̗f̶̯͝ ̶͕̺̇Ï̸̙̘̽ ̴̪̌͐ā̷̠̻̕ḿ̸̜̪̕ ̷̻͂̅ͅS̸͌͜a̴͔̥͑͝d̸̤̝͂̊ I search for Happiness
I̵͎͂͜f̴͔͘ ̶͚̺͂I̶̫̔͑ ̷̨͈̃a̶̧͑m̸͖̳͝͝ ̴͕͌͘i̵͈͜͠n̷͎̋̾ͅ ̸̛̖̏D̵̻̞͗â̶̹̒ȑ̵̗̦ḱ̷̨n̶̦̎ẽ̶̛͖̘s̸̳̓̍s̶̤͔̐ I search for the Light

I can see my I̷̢͛s̸̰̿s̷͖̎ǔ̸͍e̶̖͑s̷̲̚
I don't ignore my P̴̧͋ȑ̷͈o̵͍̍b̶̘̔l̸̝̈́e̴̛̻m̵̬̃s̷̯̈
As Ṉ̴̼̈́̋ę̸̩̉g̸̘̥̓a̶͍̰̓̀t̷͕̙͊͠i̶̤͋͝v̵̩̣́̑e̴̛̼̝ as I may Be
I can't stay Ä̵̯́s̵̜̏h̶̼͝ä̷̻m̷͉̊e̸͓͝d̷͇̔ of myself for the things I can't Ć̶̡o̷̥̾n̸͔̑t̴̟̓ȓ̴̙o̷̢͝l̴̤̋
In the End that's just how I was made to Be

Ȋ̷͉ ̴̼̃a̵͈̒m̵̦͆ ̸̺̈́M̷̼̃ẹ̵̚
Sorry for another long wait, been trying to get an idea together for a while now and after finding this nifty little effect I finally got one, hope it was worth the wait.
ManxPoetryGuy May 2019
I'm stuck here,
in this place,
in this in-between,
in this Gray.

There is no light,
there is no dark,
I'm not anywhere,
but I'm also not nowhere.

I stare into a shaded sky,
it's end unforeseeable,
it's depth unimaginable,
but it's presence growing stronger.

It's quiet here,
but it's not silent,
like someone with words to say,
but not the voice to speak.

I'm neither cold here,
nor am I ever warm,
the Gray envelops them,
both the night and the morn.

I'm stuck here,
in this place,
I'm starting to fade away,
consumed by this world of endless Gray.
Hi guys, sorry Iv'e been absent for a good couple of months but i have been very busy university wise and health wise. I will be writing more frequently now as I have more free time, bit rusty but hope you enjoy : )
ManxPoetryGuy Feb 2019
A sound resonates in my ear,
Is it a chime? the ringing of a bell?
The sound seeming to alternate its resonance.
It plays and plays and never stops, this constant, unending, indescribable sound.
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