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Mandii Morbid Aug 2022
You know how Emily said Hope is a thing with wings?

Well mine is nosediving and I can't believe how much it stings.

Despair it grips my soul,
And all I hear is screams.
They always echo on repeat and swallow up my dreams.

I used to love your arms around me.
Now they are suffocating.

I used to believe in one and only-
Now it just feels lonely.

I used to imagine a white wedding,
Now that thinking is steady resetting.

I used to do anything just to see you smile,
Now I know I haven't made you happy in a long while.

I used to believe in magic. Now it's all just noise.
Once the static passes, it's the silence that destroys.

I used to be a hopeless romantic-
Now I am only just hopeless.
Mandii Morbid Jun 2022
๐—œ ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜€๐˜ ๐—บ๐˜† ๐˜„๐—ถ๐—น๐—น, ๐—œ ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—น๐˜† ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜€๐˜ ๐—บ๐˜† ๐—ณ๐˜‚๐—ฐ๐—ธ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—บ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฑ.
๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ, ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ uสop ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฌ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ต'๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ.
๐˜“๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ Vร˜ล‚ฤ, ๐˜ช๐˜ต'๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด, ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ.
๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ โ‚ดโ‚ฎโ‚ณโ‚ฎล‚โ‚ต ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ.

๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด, ๐˜ช๐˜ต'๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฌ,
๐Ÿ††๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ…ฐ๐Ÿ†ƒ๐Ÿ…ท๐Ÿ…ต๐Ÿ†„๐Ÿ…ป ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜บ.
๐˜“๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ข ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฌ-
๐˜‹๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ด.
๐˜ˆ๐˜ด ๐˜ ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ.
๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฌ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ, ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜บ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด,
๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด.
๐˜ˆ๐˜ด ๐š‹๐š’๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ๐˜ด ๐˜ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฆ.
๐˜ž๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ด- ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ.

๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด hอŽeอŽaอŽrอŽtอŽ -๐˜ช๐˜ต'๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ, ๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฌ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต - ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ sฬฝอ“hฬฝอ“iฬฝอ“nฬฝอ“yฬฝอ“ ๐˜จ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด
๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜บ, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜บ fฬทaฬทnฬทtฬทaฬทsฬทyฬท ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ, ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ.
๐˜ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด, ๐˜ข ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜จ๐˜ถ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฆ.
๐˜ž๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ช๐˜ตย ย ๐•• ๐•š ๐•ค ๐•’ ๐•ก ๐•ก ๐•– ๐•’ ๐•ฃ, ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ, ๐˜ง๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ.


6/28/2022 - Mandii Morbid ยฉ
Mandii Morbid Oct 2021
Loss
chip
Violence
nic
Trauma
chip

With each chip I find it harder to feel.
Every nic makes my world feel less real.

Bruises
nic
Scars
chip
Tears
nic

Each more takes a bit of my heart.
Tearing me even further apart.

Betrayal
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Abandonment
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Loneliness
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I am losing myself it seems.
On this path of shattered dreams.

crack

Each one a new crack in my foundation.
Till I come crumbling down.
Just a linear step to stagnation.
Losing my words--they're all I have left.
Now I am stuck praying for damnation.

crack

I am slipping. Further away.
Lost in the memories of yesterday.
I have lost my voice-I don't know what to do. What to say.

shatter

I stomp on my broken pieces just to relive the pain.
I worry that I am too broken and just a touch insane.
'Cause I need a little sunshine to balance out this rain.
They say it just takes a little bleach to take out the bloodstain.

I am slipping through the cracks it seems.
But I want to glue the pieces back together.
I want to to be free and chase my dreams.
But my moods are changing like the weather.

I just wanna be lighter than a feather.

I am tired of carrying the pieces around. Some pieces already lost and won't ever to be found.

Can I just grind them to dust and blow them away? Lessen the weight of what used to be.
Can I craft a new vessel and gain the power to be free?

Free of all the broken bits of me?
Mandii Morbid Mar 2021
Blank canvas, layers, peeling, past pains, loss, just a little paint thinner to wear it all down.
Gonna paint the next layer thin, again and again.
So it doesn't hurt as much when I peel it all off.
Blisters under my nails.
Stinging tears.
I have only one canvas and it's painting all my fears.
Weathered wood and fraying ends.
This is where it all begins.
Mandii Morbid Nov 2019
You never get to know the 'why'.
You can only learn how to create the 'who'. A new you.
Stronger, although stranger.
Alert to the pending danger.
You never get to know the 'why'.
Questions ever lasting, always haunting your mind.
Answers you may never even find.
Even in facing your fears, constantly denied.
Fate is a prideful mistress, not wanting to be defied.
Search not in shadows, but seek in light. Don't give up on yourself.
Trust me, you are worth the fight.
Mandii Morbid Nov 2019
I remember back when it was all so simple and carefree.
Grilled ham and cheese sandwiches and capris suns, grandma and grandpa's was the place to be.

You were always there.
Making jokes and poking fun.
Your time on this earth brought smiles to almost everyone.

When we grew older and things changed for us all.
We came to know suffering and taking a fall.
Family gatherings became less and few.
Sadness took a hold of you too.

You worked harder than most and deserved the best.
You knew love, family, and made it feel like home to us.
Now it has come, your time for rest.
It came too soon, happened too fast.
All we want is to rewind the past.

You will always live on in our hearts and memories.
In each of our smiles and all of our dreams.

You will always be there in the echoes of our laughter, in the salt of our tears, and in the hollows of our hearts.
In Memory of my grandfather "Buzz" James Johnson.
Mandii Morbid Jan 2019
I have lost many and gained nothing in my kingdom of ice and hate. Succession to the throne would merely seal my fate.
You can't love, you can't dare show weakness or they will descend upon you like flies to the dead.
There are those who once bowed in reverence that would gladly take your head.

I sit and play this game, a game of blood and war.
There are days I start to forget what it all has been for.
We serve them pawns of flesh and they sing songs of sorrow.
Mourning the dead can wait till tomorrow.

I count the days until I may see your face again.
I wonder yet, if you will forgive me, my greatest sin.
Will you hold me once more in your warm embrace?
Will you smile at me despite the pain you face?

If I could rip out this heart,
show you it beats only for you.
Would you tear it apart?
Or could we start anew?

Until I sit upon the throne, I can never truly atone.
You will never be free from winter's grip.
I cannot afford to slip.

To become what I despise,
I must play into their game of lies.
Become the King they want of me.
So I can drown them in their treachery.

When that day comes, my love, I can finally set you free.
This was actually loosely based on a character I developed for a story. I was writing in his perspective.
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