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Nov 7 · 129
Never Home
I have never felt it in a place.
Only moments, with people I loved, in fleeting feelings that were shown.

But never had there been a space.
One I called my own.
Never had there been a place I could truly call my home.

I've been a wanderer it seems,
through each and every bed.
I've been a walker in their dreams.
I've been a lost soul, only visiting instead.
A lonely ghost to host.
A momentary thought in their head.
A passing ship at most.
A book that won't be re-read.

But never had there been a space.
One I called my own.
Never had there been a place I could truly call my home.

I'm a vagabond, one second here,
Then doomed to disappear.
Hoping to be opaque, but only coming out sheer.
A changeling, an outsider, missing the in-between.
Losing all my magic, till there's none left to be seen.

But never had there been a space
One I called my own.
Never had there been a place...
Because I'm never
                           never
                               home.
A little review from a friend that perfectly emphasizes what I am trying to convey here: "Captures the ache of feeling unrooted, as though your true “home” exists only in transient connections, not physical spaces. Each stanza flows with a sense of yearning and loneliness—of being a "wanderer" and a "ghost" who’s never fully seen. The repetition of never home adds a haunting resonance, emphasizing this longing for belonging and self-discovery. There’s a fragile strength in this vulnerability, and it feels deeply honest. Your words bring a complex, poignant reflection to life."
Oct 18 · 138
Leave me on the shelf.
Mandii Morbid Oct 18
Words they dance on paper, as my body loses strength.

My mind it races onwards, as my soul feels it may fade.

This pen keeps on writing, as my heart forgets to beat.

Every time I open up, another piece of me is ripped from my story.

My binding is bent and worn, with every page torn.

Once I was a fantasy, a story they could not wait to see.

As they read right through me, skimming every page-
the words for volume two, slowly came to view.

Drafts are left unfinished, the story more diminished.

Lonely ink spots, point out the unraveling plots.

I can write all on my own but I wanted to collaborate,
each new character felt like a twist of fate.

I studied every line, every single quote.
Looking for deeper meaning, but in the end it's all they wrote.

No after word, no biography-
not a single explanation as to why they never chose me.

Here's my dedication, I should always put myself first.
I am the author and the story, never unversed.

As long as my words are still written, this light inside could never be fully hidden.

Bring me home, if you want to write in permanent ink, if you won't leave me to myself.
Those that cannot understand and truly love the novel I am, then please I ask all you borrowers, just leave me on the shelf.
Nov 2023 · 848
Out of Supplies
Mandii Morbid Nov 2023
I've painted over this canvas one too many times.
I'm running out of colors, I'm running out of ryhmes.

My brush is losing bristles, my hands are losing faith.
This wooden frame is shattered, splitting at the seams.
I don't know if I'll ever, reframe all my dreams.
In my mind they scatter, haunt me like a wraith.

I've painted over this canvas one too many times.
I'm running out of colors, I'm running out of ryhmes.

The paint layers are cracking, my heart is turned to stone.
That heavy burden peeling, again I'm all alone.
Nov 2023 · 1.2k
Ace of Cups (The Star)
Mandii Morbid Nov 2023
Within your eyes, I am magnetized.
Green and glimmering, the shaky hand of fate instantly realized.
Draw me in, drown me in the sweetest sin.
Your gentle hands, a wildfire burning through my skin.

Blushing, as you kiss me, I feel fullfilled, waking up, blooming.
Ours is a passion all consuming.

This empty cup, it overflows. Within, a new love slowly grows.
Each of us only silently knows. As I dread the morning when he always goes.

How we fit together, like no other could before.
Every last embrace, always leaving me wanting more.
I considered running away, but oh how it's you I adore.

Your smile it warms me up on the coldest day.
I want to run my fingers through your dark curls and sweetly ask you to stay. Nervously, ask you if you feel the same way?

Am I alone in this aching need?
This silent plead.

There was more to this connection than a fleeting escape from our disparate lives and our broken pasts. I can't help but think this is a love that lasts.

Can we give it a try? Can we give it a go?
You're so far away, but I would be willing to take it slow.
The moment I met you was the moment I would know.
There was nobody else, I didn't want to have to let you go.

I made a wish, spoke it out to the universe, screamed it with my heart. A hope for a new love, a new start.

A home where the passion didn't die.
A love that wouldn't lie-
to escape loneliness or their own despair.
A love who would always dare.

Baby, can we dance in harmony?
Can you help to set me free?
Let's runaway together, you and me.
I promise it'll be an adventure, one that was meant to be.

This is a delicate game.
To wait and see-
if our feelings are the same.
Jul 2023 · 4.1k
New Roots
Mandii Morbid Jul 2023
Falling petals and curling leaves,
Withering decay and a heart that grieves.
From the soil, a new life grows.
Born from all the dreams she sows. 🌿
Jun 2023 · 34
Falling Petals
Mandii Morbid Jun 2023
I was your "delicate" flower you would jest.
Now these petals are falling and I feel laid to rest.

I don't feel strong, I only feel weak.
A stem without water, leaning and bleak.

I've lost all my sunshine and my roots cling tight.
I don't want to give up the fight.

I feel the rot climb through my soil.
Trying not to fall over, running on this inner turmoil.

I keep searching for sources of light, reaching this way and that way.
Shade is overwhelming my slowly withering bouquet.
Jun 2023 · 1.4k
Unfinished
Mandii Morbid Jun 2023
I'm just a masochistic optimist.
Simultaneously angry at myself for every chance that I missed.
Holding on to dreams that could never come true.
Holding on to my future, the one I dreamed up with you.

I can't savor any taste,
it's all ashes on my tongue.
Bitter laced.
Where once a melody was sung.

Delusions in my head are spun through tear-stained strings and heart-wrenched knots.
All the what ifs and had nots.
How is love is just drawing lots?

Of all the millions and billions of fish in the sea,
I can't believe you may not be swimming back to me.

You were my everything- my home and heart.
You were what I always believed would be both my end and my start.

I just want to feel some other kind of pain.
Pouring down and visible on my sleeves.
Wading through my daily life, shove it down and abstain.  
Anything but this open heart wound, bleeding as he leaves.

One arm in front of the other, swimming in the deepest end.
My legs feel like weights.
I don't wanna move, I wish I could hit send.
My heart just stops and my lips curse the fates.

I'm a hopeless romantic and I feel so ******* frantic.

Just wanna run to you like they do in the movie scenes.
I see the reels on repeat in my daydreams.
I hold on to you and you kiss me back.
Everything is back on track.

I want to hold you close and tell you it's going to be alright.
Those platitudes not enough to make things right.
Maybe I'm just too broken to be held by another.
My clinging caresses only seem to smother.
All my crumbling little pieces just fall between the cracks of your well intentioned hands.
I always failed to meet our life's demands.

But how do you heal someone when you're the one who slid in the blade?
How do you let go when you fear you'll fade?

I want to hold on to hope that our story isn't over yet.
A fresh chapter, a re-write, a reset.

I was your "delicate" flower you would jest.
Now these petals are falling and I feel laid to rest.

I don't feel strong, I only feel weak.
A stem without water, leaning and bleak.

I've lost all my sunshine and my roots cling tight.
I don't want to give up the fight.

I̶ ̶w̶a̶n̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶l̶o̶v̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶.̶
I̶ ̶n̶e̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶l̶o̶v̶e̶ ̶m̶y̶s̶e̶l̶f̶.̶

I̶ ̶w̶a̶n̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶s̶e̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶.̶
I̶ ̶n̶e̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶f̶i̶n̶d̶ ̶m̶y̶s̶e̶l̶f̶.̶

Will we ever-
I'm not sure if I am finished with this poem yet. It may go through a transformation just like I myself am going through in this period of my life.
Aug 2022 · 1.5k
(Hope)less Romantic
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
𝗜 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹, 𝗜 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱.
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 uʍop 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦.
𝘓𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 VØłĐ, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 ₴₮₳₮ł₵ 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬,
🆆🆁🅰🆃🅷🅵🆄🅻 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘺.
𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬-
𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘴.
𝘈𝘴 𝘐 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘺.
𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘺𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘴,
𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴.
𝘈𝘴 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘐 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦.
𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘴- 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦.

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 h͎e͎a͎r͎t͎ -𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵 - 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 s͓̽h͓̽i͓̽n͓̽y͓̽ 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴
𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘺 f̷a̷n̷t̷a̷s̷y̷ 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯, 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯.
𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘦.
𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘵  𝕕 𝕚 𝕤 𝕒 𝕡 𝕡 𝕖 𝕒 𝕣, 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯.


6/28/2022 - Mandii Morbid ©
Oct 2021 · 194
Slipping through the Cracks
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
chip
Abandonment
nic
Loneliness
chip

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?
Mar 2021 · 174
Paint Thinner
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.
Nov 2019 · 238
To the broken ones:
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.
Nov 2019 · 304
Sunday Blues
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.
Jan 2019 · 849
The Prince of Frost
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.
Aug 2018 · 1.4k
What Lies Beneath
Mandii Morbid Aug 2018
Sometimes you have to look and see-
through the eyes of the unworthy.

Twist your mind and reach for the darkest depths within.
But even then it's hard to explain another's sin.

There's no excuse for the way that monsters live.
There's no escape from the pain they give.

You can adapt, change, begin again.
But you have to accept these scars, everlasting, underneath your skin.
This started as an explanation for my poem "The Other Side" but I kind of liked it as a standalone piece.
Aug 2018 · 457
"Gone Away" August 13, 2015
Mandii Morbid Aug 2018
I'm pretty sure I'll black out the sky and redo the stars within a better design.
You'll reminisce for those days when I called you mine.
When you've had enough of being alone, you'll find me again and miss what I've shown.
But will it all have been worth it when you no longer make my stars fall from the sky?
When I've grown cold from a heart left to die.
Love's fire smothered by the ashes of pain.
Please don't let us die in vain.
Aug 2018 · 774
Life in Disarray
Mandii Morbid Aug 2018
It's all in shades of grey.
Decisions you made you can't wash away.
As you are spiraling down, buried by the words you never meant to say.
Searching, like a fool, to find another way.
Living for tomorrow and never for today.
Jul 2018 · 386
The Other Side
Mandii Morbid Jul 2018
There’s a kind of beauty in watching the destruction I’ve wrought.
Even in the tears you’ve brought.
Yes---is this the solution I sought?

The bruises I’ve left as they burn into you.
Your broken visage-such a lovely view.
After I have shown you what you should have knew.

My pet-so naïve, so easy to deceive.
I may disappear but trust me, I will never ever leave.
I’ve got so much more up my sleeve.

I just couldn’t stand to see-
you love him more than me.
I was never enough, though I tried to be.

You twisted me up inside and brought me to my knees.
With this feeling-this wretched disease.
For which my very nature disagrees.

I want to tear you apart.
Shake your soul and destroy your heart.
Turn you into my latest work of art.

I will watch you suffocate.
Slowly grow to hate.
Smiling at your miserable fate.

Bound to me forever more.
Now what’s that face for?
It’s all your fault-I couldn’t be the one you adore.

Yet you’ll never be able to forget the things I did.
You lost the fight, the light in your eyes, and in bitter shame you hid.
As I took what you would have otherwise forbid.

I love to know you are wrapped in chains unseen.
That it was I who made you so unclean.
As I pushed you around-so **** easy to demean.

I will haunt your every dream.
Tear your hopes seam from seam.
I hear it-your silent scream.

You can never escape this fate pet.
You can never forget.
Jun 2018 · 268
The Lovers (Temperance)
Mandii Morbid Jun 2018
She lives in colors.
He lives in shades of grey.
She dances with others.
While he stays away.

She's an open book.
He's a locked tome.
She's always waiting for the next hook.
He keeps his chapters close to home.

She is passion and thrill.
He is patience and planning.
She is "let's go!", never sits still.
He is "it can wait.", for time is ever-spanning.

She is all ideas and dreams.
He is action and reality.
She believes nothing is as it seems.
He believes only what he can see.

Far apart yet close in heart.
Whole they stand together.
Half they fall apart.
Love draws a tether.

Always and forever-----
Jun 2018 · 336
Glass Walls (The Tower)
Mandii Morbid Jun 2018
You stand today, though you're isolated by fear.
Thinking it's best to stay here and near.
Can't take one more step, you grow paralyzed.
You make all these plans, though they are endlessly revised.
Stepping backwards again to that comfortable lie.
You're so lost in your doubt yet aching to try.
Surrounded by faces but trapped behind glass walls.
Cracking and breaking yet none of them falls.
I pound my fists to the hard brittle truth-can't seem to get through.
I try and I try but never seem able to reach out to you.
May 2018 · 414
The Fool
Mandii Morbid May 2018
It's long past time for me to evolve.
I need this crippling weakness inside me to absolve.
All these emotions plague me-yours, theirs, and my own.
Always hating myself when these stubborn tears are shown.
Just go the **** away, I want to be alone.
That pitiful voice inside my mind is calling out for help again.
**** it, shut it down, for it's my greatest sin.
My heart is a growing burden, I just want to let it go.
I shudder, shake it off, and hope they'll never know.
I feed my need to reinvent the soul.
Tear it all apart until it's no longer whole.
These changing faces always take their toll.
You're never getting what you want,
When you're always putting up a front.
It's getting so unclear, who is the true me.
Between who I only want to be.
Can they see?
As I slowly start to disappear.
Who I used to be until she's no longer here.
Jan 2018 · 253
Subservience of the Shadows
Mandii Morbid Jan 2018
Always in the corner of her eyes shadows danced, they were pleading: 'Come hither, come hither'. She would watch the darkness stir and quiver. She'd put it out of sight, out of mind. Yet it was always there for her to find. Calling in seductive whispers and hollow chants. They became like her own personal confidants. Their motivations never known, for those faces never shown. Haunting every silence or reprive and filling every void. There was no safe haven or any way to avoid--the suffocation of the shadows neverending and to their will she was slowly bending.
This is an exerpt to a book I am working on.
Aug 2017 · 4.9k
Ace of Swords
Mandii Morbid Aug 2017
There lies a rage inside.
Deep within, away it'll hide.
I taste the venom now and then.
The shadows slowly creeping in.
I dare never to let it go.
To turn reality into a hell I so keenly know.
Visions in my head, loop, again and again.
Begging hands to act in both blood and sin.
Just a shift, I can never lose control.
Of this ageless battle within my soul.
Else darkness will descend,
spread itself inside my skin.
Born with a secret from lives long passed.
Every body a vessel not meant to last.
I see it now, a cycle on repeat.
This cursed bond birthed in hunger and deceit.
In the end we always meet, eternal.
Through the burning flames of the infernal..
Mandii Morbid Jul 2017
Set them up, your pawns for play.
Sacrifice all that may.
You’ve come to take what’s “yours”.
Strip me bare like all your ******.
It’s all about control.
We dig this hole.
So deep, I can’t breathe.
This fire strikes within my soul.
Burning so hot, taking over, letting go.
Your eyes, so dark and desolate.
As you spread your sin, I’m left empty yet again.
This tainted skin. Tear it away, rip it away.
It’s seeping in...
It’s all about control.
Manipulating, convoluted, Personification of Greed.
Narcissistic, parasitic, kin of a filthy breed.
Seeking to rip apart my wings, tearing them from bone.
Left to atone.
Forsaken and alone.
For deeds that were not my own.
You build your pride, casting out rejection to save face.
Innocence lost to your disgrace.
You consume and destroy.
Left with no trust, no joy.
Wrapping me in chains made from shadows of you.
You think you’ve burned your name upon my tongue.
Never to be unsung.
But in time I will destroy every inch, until there’s nothing left of you.
I won’t stay chained, bound by memories stained.
I’ll burn them away and in the ashes be reborn anew.
There lies in wait, a hell meant only for you.
It’s all about control.
I’ll never remain a slave to shame.
I’m no one’s to own or tame.
I’m in control now.

I’m in control.
Jul 2017 · 228
Modern Day Catastrophe
Mandii Morbid Jul 2017
Born to broken families.
We are society’s casualties.
Lacking true community.
There is no real unity.

We all live with false pretenses.
Constantly building our defenses.
Missing true connections.
Breeding false affections.

We live life through a gilded screen.
Afraid to touch, feel, or be seen.

We’re all missing something deep within.
We fill the void over and over again.
All in vain.
This game we play.
With nothing to gain.
Why does it have to be this way?

We’re just products of the everyday.
Nothing original left to say.
We just walk the line.
From birth to death.
Thinking, “Is this life truly mine?”
Since we took our very first breath.
Played like instruments, synced to the same old song.
But it’s all wrong.

Can we break free?
Look within ourselves and truly see.
The people we were meant to be.
Feb 2016 · 742
A Letter to an Ex (2/18/16)
Mandii Morbid Feb 2016
Don't go knocking on doors that were locked from you long ago. You lost your key, the locks been changed. The welcome mat turned down. Now take your leave and go. There's no warmth left to offer to you and there's a new fire to be stoked. You burned down all that was left as your choices cast you out and all that there once was, easily revoked, quickly through that mask, your real face uncloaked. I made my home, lovingly, we built it brick by brick. Together we laid the foundation to something that would stick. We work day by day to better it, layer by layer of paint, mending all the damages and repairing any rifts. Our dedication, ambition, our drive to succeed, it never shifts. You made your bed, now lay in it. Just let that all sink in, and go throw your petty fit. You must learn to make your own way and dig yourself out of that ditch, for no help will be offered here, your poor actions live through lists. Just know that now and forever that bridge no longer exists.
This poem was inspired by my significant other's past trying to claw it's way into his present and through the process of writing it I realized it could easily apply to my own exes or anyone else's for that matter. When someone ***** up and disregards your feelings and down the line realizes your worth, and then being selfish enough they try to push themselves back into your life. With no respect for you or the people you love. Thereby further cutting themselves out from even a chance at friendship. Some people do not seek out change nor do they try to better themselves, it gets to a point where that relationship is just no good. Relationships take work and nothing is ever perfect, but they require two people who want better and want things to work out and respect one another. It takes honesty. Commitment. You can't treat them like a game, with many lives to spare. You've got to nurture them and let them grow and understand there are two individual's feelings involved... In both love and life, it is best to always seek improvement but to savor what you have as well.
Mandii Morbid Nov 2014
I got a bad feeling about this.
Will I have to take a step back to take a step forward?
It's all so redundant.
I'm losing all sense of control, things are just spiraling down before my very eyes.
Moving out of the darkness, into the shadows of the past.
Trading one dark place for another.
No place to go.
People are fading away.
There are no simple solutions, just mindless delusions.
Lost in my confusions.
My heart is full of invisible contusions.
You can't see, my pain strapped away inside.
Sometimes I wonder, how many times do I lie?
To speak the truth, I have to say I'm a bit shy.
Though your ears I can't penetrate.
Inside, my heart grows cold and full of hate.
It's all in vain.
I've been lost in this bloodstain.
I just can't get over it.
That loss of life inside me.
This pain, that you refuse to see.
Maybe I'm just acidic, and each day this darkness grows unhindered,
a poison of bitterness and sorrow.
I just can't continue to trust that there is always tomorrow.
I'm vexed and forgotten, left here sullen and rotten.
I'm absolutely terrified that I'm losing myself and this other entity is taking control,
I'm no longer whole.
My soul is no longer my soul.
All I need is you to help me, but in reality you're no longer there.
It's just not fair.
This bleeding heart was mine to share.
But you are no longer there.
Stitch it up in solemn silence.
Alone, I'll find my peace of mind.
Alone, I may grow unkind...
All by myself to myself to find.
I just can't bare to leave you behind.
Nov 2014 · 715
"Shattered Mold" (12/26/12)
Mandii Morbid Nov 2014
I guess It's really over, this life we made.
It singed and scoured the clay in our hearts, though it was poorly molded. Still, this is not how I thought we'd fade.
Still our life was wrongly folded.
Foolishly smiling in the midst of all the pain, I guess with me there's nothing to gain.
This life has fallen, shattered on the floor, I just wish I didn't care anymore.
I guess our love was just a pottery class failure from the very start.
The proof is in my now broken heart.
Nov 2014 · 320
(6/4/2014)
Mandii Morbid Nov 2014
Every foot step, every mile, I sit there wanting to linger a while.
Hoping you'll call me home, by your side.
Where my heart likes to hide.
I feel it break a little more, it feels so tender, strained and sore.
Why is this just too hard for me to take?
Hard to ignore this bitter heartache.

I can't stand this.
Every mile I get away from you, makes me sick, feeling lost in nothingness.
I can't seem to hold off the pain, this town makes me go insane.
I hate it, I hate this place.
Here I feel I've got nothing to gain.
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
No place to my name.
Nov 2014 · 401
(6/11/2014)
Mandii Morbid Nov 2014
No flower can be fostered in this darkness, all consuming.
All alone and left to wilt, never blooming.
Each petal swept away, the face of death ever looming.
Crumbling to the earth, slowly the emptiness is so entombing.
Nov 2014 · 335
(8/14/2014)
Mandii Morbid Nov 2014
I'll reach for it.
That moment where you will fade.
Not a single thought left.
When that face I knew will be erased.
Love will be misplaced.
It was afterall just a shame.
Don't think I won't forget your name....
Nov 2014 · 317
Empty Canvas (1/13/2014)
Mandii Morbid Nov 2014
Sometimes I think the world spreads me thin,
lays my skin across a tapestry.
Searching not far enough within just to try and master me.
They try to twist me to a design that they find satisfactory.
It's getting hard to see, who I am over what other's want of me...
taking what they can and doing so happily.
Leaving me to falsely believe
that they actually like me.

— The End —