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Jun2017

Privacy

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by themonochromereaper / / Opinions
      Have you ever been hounded by hungry mobs? It feels irritating at times, anxiety and stress-inducing, right? They feel as if they have every ounce of right to consume your whole being. They think of you as a property devoid of rights; Rights to privacy which is one of the most basic human rights. Although privacy in social media is considered oxymoron. But one can still have privacy by only showing snippets of their life. However, the concept of privacy is lost on people who enjoy attention and those who sought to destroy a persons' reputation whether in social media or in real life. Like I said, there are countless people who can't control themselves and always find time to intrude on your privacy. This behavior baffles me. There's so much to do than just intrude and spread gossips like wildfire. But I guess, this is something that's uncontrollable, like a genetic anomaly.        I certainly value ... Read More
June 26, 2017themonochromereaper

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Jun2017

Abandon Ship

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by themonochromereaper / / Poetry
In reference to Titanic but with a twist... Enjoy! My Captain  How animated you were  Standing there like a statue. "What were you thinking?" I pondered... I looked ahead to  The object of your fascination. Instantly our ship collided Against the huge iceberg. How can you just let it be?  My Captain?  Didn't you know  Countless people might die  From this crashing? You could have done something! Disoriented for a few moments, My sight became hazy, blurry, My head was throbbing,  From blood loss, Blunt force and overthinking. I searched for you  As my blood dripped  Against the flooded floors  But you're not around anymore. I can feel my life force slowly fading. But I have yet to find you, To save you from yourself. I then panicked!  Where were you my captain?  Are you, by chance, still  Alive and breathing? As the ship ruptured,  People rushed in the  Hallways to and fro, I then continued my tedious search, Not thinking of myself  But just of you. When I heard something plunge  Into the ice cold waters,  I saw you leaving with  The lifeboat speedily driving. How can you abandon ship? My esteemed captain? Why leave the burden all to me? Ain't you selfish for thinking  Only ... Read More
June 26, 2017themonochromereaper

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Jun2017

Siren

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by themonochromereaper / / Poetry
A grown man is what he is, Yearning for  His ariel across the sea. I wonder,  If he met her, Would he attain  Nirvana and serendipity? Here I am,  A well meaning Siren, With a highly  Inquisitive mind, Watching in the sidelines. Never thought that one day I'd be loving him in sheer silence. © 2017 Mel Joy (themonochromereaper.wordpress.com) All Rights Reserved
June 26, 2017themonochromereaper

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Jun2017
Dedicated to lovers who just abandon the relationship when the going gets tough... Feel free to interpret it in anyway you can. ( P.S. you could also interpret it as a satire). Oh Captain!  My winsome Captain! I seized the vessel's First chief mate position Knowing I am safe Under your supervision. You're one of a kind When it comes to Developing strategies As well as your keen  Sense of direction. We were bound to peregrinate The less travelled waters That only the brazen, Intellectual adventurers Dared to traverse. As I mount the ship, My heart, mind, body  And soul felt assured. But as our ship drifted Beyond the shallow waters, The eye of the storm Began to loom. I can hear the sounds Of the rolling thunder. I can see the bolts of lightning  Striking ahead, From cloud to cloud  And from cloud to ground. The wind became stronger As the surging and plunging waves Threaten to sink the ship; To devour it whole. However, I wasn't perturbed. With you, I know I'm secured. But Captain!  Oh my dear Captain! Why were you fretting Whilst steering the wheel upon Knowing this mere predicament? Aren't we the brilliant Strategists reknowned  For solving and ... Read More
June 25, 2017themonochromereaper

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Jun2017
What's in a name? Does it ordain thy Prestige and mien? Whenever I began to bethink thee, Thou evokes a sense of nostalgia, A fervent longing. But, thou is only beknownst as "He, who must not be named." For some things  Must be best kept hidden, Unlabeled in the early stages For it to be left unsullied, To attain leeway, Merriment and effervescence; Unhampered by people's Muddled judgement. Though shrouded in anonymity, With thee I always  Feel a sense of familiarity, Belongingness... Conversing with you piqued my curiosity, As well as rekindled something that I  Thought was lost already. Love. My capability to love. But will thou be satisfied  To be only remembered as "He, who must not be named?" We shall soon see. © 2017 Mel Joy (themonochromereaper.wordpress.com) All Rights Reserve
June 24, 2017themonochromereaper

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Jun2017

Blunt

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by themonochromereaper / / Poetry
  To a certain degree when asked, I seem to have this innate Tendency to be frank. Does it scare you When I am too Brazen? Blunt? Or Would You rather I Let everything Simmer inside? Speak in riddles, Play mind games, And let everything be  Explained in sheer silence? In the end, you will have to decide. © 2017 Mel Joy (themonochromereaper.wordpress.com) All Rights Reserved
June 23, 2017themonochromereaper

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Jun2017
  The overwhelming love That threatens to engulf us Is rather tenuous, In contrast to the Tenacity and puissance  Of our combined rational minds. So why fret, my love? Does it scare you to think That you might:  "Go weak in the knees And stumble in the end?" "Let your mind run amok Unable to fully concentrate?" "Feel that tingle in your spine, As your heart flutter and ache?" "Or be consumed by the intense Love, hate and rage?" That throws off the momentum Of your carefully crafted Calm surface? But even if it will curtail This short life of mine, Like a firefly drawn  To the God of fire  I'll gladly surrender my life And die a rather meaningful death. So I will ask you again, "Why fret my love?" © 2017 Mel Joy (themonochromereaper.wordpress.com) All Rights Reserved
June 23, 2017themonochromereaper

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Jun2017
  In the early days, I yearned to be water. Unambiguously existing To satiate your ravenous mind And quench your parched soul. But nowadays, All I desire is to be fire, To scorch your smooth skin, Forever leave my mark Interred in your mind, Body and soul. In that way, Even if we were Thousands of miles away You'll fondly reminisce Our shared moments In lieu of being Lackadaisical, blasé, Disremembering everything Akin to a blank slate. © 2017 Mel Joy (themonochromereaper.wordpress.com) All Rights Reserved
June 23, 2017themonochromereaper

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Jun2017
Buenos Días mi Amor...   In my rapt slumber I heard Something was ringing, Vibrating, and reverberating; Seems like a faint alarm in a  Canonical hour of dawning. Or is it? Is it? Is it? Hmm, Let me first think about it... I'm still stuck in my dream, "Should I pry open my eyes, Leave this riveting dream?" I asked myself, deliberated, As another illusive segment  Transpired inside my head. But that alarm, that notif Sounded superb, alluring, Spellbinding and ensnaring. "What is this distinct feeling? Who is it? I have to see it! This feels rather exotic..." As I reached for my phone A glint and a smile suddenly  Formed in my languid face. What a way to wake up, Reading the saccharine words From the one you love That definitely loves you back "Buenos días mi amor!" © 2017 Mel Joy (themonocheomereaper.wordpress.com) All Rights Reserved
June 23, 2017themonochromereaper

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Jun2017
In the early days, I yearned to be water. Unambiguously existing To satiate your ravenous mind And to quench your parched soul. But nowadays, All I desire is to be fire, To scorch your smooth skin, Forever leave my mark Interred in your mind,  Body and soul. In that way,  Even if we're faraway You'll fondly reminisce of Our shared moments In lieu of being  Lackadaisical, blasé, Disremembering everything Akin to becoming a blank slate.
June 23, 2017themonochromereaper
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