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Jan2018
He was a poet I have admired from afar. I felt the emotions in his words, I saw the deep scars inside his glassheart. Strong and fragile he was... He kept falling for the wrong ones, Breaking his own heart While I sat here in the sidelines Waiting, waiting for our paths to collide. One day I was merely an admirer from afar, But now I was in love With this mysterious poet, extraterrestrial. I thought to myself that it would be great To feel the intense magnitude of his love. I yearned to be his muse - The only one he loves, The only one he desires, His sole inspiration to continuously write. My wish suddenly came true out of the blue, As I watched the stars falling from the sky. We're no longer strangers But friends who quickly turned to lovers and yet... As months passed by, The poet that I love stopped penning poetries of our love. How disappointed was I, you asked? How can one write hundreds of poems for his unrequited love ... Read More
January 4, 2018themonochromereaper

15

Dec2017

Hidden

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by themonochromereaper / / Poetry, Reflections
I never thought that one day, I would become the very person I hate. I believe, I threw my morals out of the window When I fell in love with him. He was everything that I want. He was the kind of person That can light up my life. He makes life worthwhile. He brings out the best of me, But... Reality hits me with an uppercut to the chin. It knocked me down and me feel like a second-rate person. I'm tormented deep within, even in my dreams. But what else can I do? I can't leave him. Because as stupid as it sounds, I love him.
December 15, 2017themonochromereaper

09

Dec2017

Bored

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by themonochromereaper / / Poetry
Bored... Looking for an inspiration To write once more. I just don't feel like writing that particular article. My mind drifts, and suddenly Hours have passed, I'm still bored.
December 9, 2017themonochromereaper

09

Dec2017

Ennui

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by themonochromereaper / / Poetry
There's this empty feeling that I can't shake off. I feel like I am drifting in the rapids filled with skeletons. It carressed its muddy blood on me. Torned flesh clung to my naked body As I swam across the length of the Amazon Searching for my dear salvation. Dead bodies surround me. I swam till I have strength, no more. The dead looked into my eyes, They haunt me, everywhere I go. It warned, "Ariel, yours isn't the only voice, Wakeup from your hallucination." So I begged to be released and struggled. But help... it never arrived. I drowned in the sea of blood. Then I woke up to the oozing stench of the reality - My-still-being-alive. I can only remember that I slept On the wrong side of the bed Now fully awake, I clutched the sheets To find myself alone, Far from my castle, my sanctuary. Suddenly, my worth knocked on my door Telling me to eradicate the negative thoughts - Remnants from last night's nightmare; And remain positive with the situation. I promise, I will find happiness within me For the sake of ... Read More
December 9, 2017themonochromereaper

05

Dec2017

Trojan Touch

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by themonochromereaper / / Poetry
Was it the trojan version of lust or love When suddenly, you grabbed my face With mad excitement excitement in your eyes While we are teasing each other tonight? You must have thought it was mere play, That your touch won't hurt me If you graze me, or squeeze me tight. You seem to forget that I am a woman, Albeit not fragile, Handle me with care like a porcelain doll And leave no marks. People say that "Pain is inevetable, but suffering is not", I promise, I will never let you hurt me In the guise of rough play in the future, my love.  
December 5, 2017themonochromereaper

27

Nov2017

Revert

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by themonochromereaper / / Poetry
Yes, yes, yes. A grown man, is what he is - Capable in all aspects. Determined. Free. Fit to do whatever he likes Whenever he pleases. Yet here I was, Hovering around him As if he was a child, As if he was incapacitated When clearly, he is not. That's what he feels. Why should I dictate What he should and shouldn't do? Clearly, I have no right. Since we are both alike To some degree, I admit, I don't like the way I treat him For I am also free-spirited, independent. So instead of smothering him With unwanted attention, I should just focus on me - Which meant reverting To all my hobbies that make up My individuality. Bottomline: "We can agree not to agree, I shouldn't force my opinion on you - Do the same for me too. Could you?"    
November 27, 2017themonochromereaper

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Nov2017

Don’t Try

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by themonochromereaper / / Poetry
Dear Lover, Don't try to lose me Because you might just succeed And you'll end up with great regret. Don't ever let your eye wander, You said you are different; That you weren't a philanderer. Don't ever compare me with another, "I am beyond compare". My specs are high, No mediocre woman can ever acquire, Even if they climbed sky-high. So treat me well Or else I'll just wake up From this beautiful nightmare With you being left in a deep slumber. So take care, my dear lover And always remember... Don't ever try to lose me.  
November 26, 2017themonochromereaper

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Nov2017

Association

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by themonochromereaper / / Poetry
In most cases, people treasure the remembrance Of a distant memory than the person itself. Don't let yourself be just another memory. More often than not, it is best to shut up. But I don't want to be just another name in your list, I don't want to be just another song in your playlist. I just want you to love me Instead of associating me with anything. For the moment you try to link me with a thing, May it be a song or the voice of a beautiful vocalist, I will feel like I'm just a distant memory from your past; Like I cease to exist, Will everything be just another beautiful daydream?  
November 22, 2017themonochromereaper

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Nov2017

Worries

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by themonochromereaper / / Poetry
They creep into your skull Like soldier ants that wouldn't relent Despite the obstacles ahead No matter how the climate drastically change. It stays there until your skull cracks and it enters inside Wrecking your emotional stability Thru attacking your vulnerability.
November 6, 2017themonochromereaper

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Nov2017

Ask Not

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by themonochromereaper / / Poetry
There are questions we shouldn't ask, For the answers might kill us inside. Like a poison invading The crystal clear waters of a sanctuary, It slowly kills the life forms Leaving you nothing But only dead bodies.
November 4, 2017themonochromereaper
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