17

Mar2018
How can thee sayeth yond thee loveth me in the m'rning and bef're i catch but a wink at night yet whenev'r i am taken ov'r by mine own jealousy and possesiveness, thee can casually sayeth yond thee shall leaveth me, yond we shouldst endeth this, yond thou art bett'r off high-lone. wherefore, at which hour i confronteth thee with some things yond greatly both'rs me; wheth'r i am in the wrong 'r right, thee belittle me and useth w'rds. w'rds enow to cutteth me? how can i assureth mine own heart and feeleth secureth at which hour ev'ry timeth thee sayeth 'r doth these things t maketh me doubteth about the authenticity of thy loveth, our future?
March 17, 2018themonochromereaper

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Feb2018

Defeated

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by themonochromereaper / / Poetry, Reflections
For a second, I thought that at last he has finally written a quote or poem dedicated to me. But alas! He was merely suggesting about posting for Instagram on Valentine's day. Dear me! I can only remain silent and keep my thoughts to myself whilst sighing with a deep breath. My long awaited dream of reading his eloquent words of love has remained elusive. How disappointing! I am ashamed for craving for something I can never ever obtain. Our relationship, although filled with commitment and love has become platonic - routine. Today, I'll give up my hopes of ever receiving any of your works that are solely created for me. My dear poet, from now on I'll chastise myself for wishing our relationship was more romantic.
February 14, 2018themonochromereaper

04

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

22

Nov2017

Nights Amore

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by themonochromereaper / / Reflections
Today I was randomly skimming through youtube for a piano playlist to tread through this lonely afternoon, when by chance, I discovered a beautiful melancholic tune. It resonated inside me, like the voice is beckoning me...saying "I feel you, hear my sad tunes." I was blown away by its haunting beauty and enchanting lonesome melodies. So I listened and drowned out the vacancy inside me. I let myself into a trance. In my mind's eye, I was dancing along the symphony, no longer caring of the pain inside me. Today was the day I discovered Nights Amore.
November 22, 2017themonochromereaper

25

May2017
Did someone ever question your smile...

22

May2017
  I have this queer habit of mine that propelled me into a solitary life. As a kid I knew I was different from others. I tend to be alone not because I'm shy but because I want to be left to my own devices. I find it hard to have common ground with people. I'm not the outgoing type, not one for gossips or idle talk. I want to withheld my emotions and keep my life private, I don't relish the idea of being vulnerable especially to people who can't understand me. Although there were times I've made friends, they soon end as soon as the year ends, when I graduated, or when I moved to a different place. I am not really the type to reach out for someone. I haven't been into a lot of relationships. Seriously. They must have known I was alien to their species. I am the type that doesn't fall in love easily because I ... Read More

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May2017
It was a hectic day. I didn't have the luxury to go to the restaurant or cook since I have to go some place asap. So I opened the fridge and grabbed my on-the-go liquid meal. I shook the bottle, unscrewed the cap and removed the seal. But this action actually made pause for a moment. It made me think about people and how their mind works. I started comparing individuals with this bottle. Everything is sealed tight, just like their mind. They have secrets and ulterior motives that made them act the way they do. In a nutshell, you can't really judge a person and the authenticity with their actions. You just never know. Everything we see might just be pure decoration. However, even if we don't really know the depths of a person's mind we still fall in love with them. To me, that's akin to a strange addiction where humans naturally gravitate. I end this with a question: How much ... Read More

10

May2017
Dedicated to the one who can't be named. I now realized that he was too young to cope up with the onslaught of adoration that came his way. There were those that smothered him with adulation; beautiful, rich and influential. It was inherently inevitable that he'd take a fancy. I couldn't blame him. But how can you blame someone who's trying to remain faithful with you but finally responded to their urges? I can see him suffering and it's affecting our relationship. He was flocked by harpies, the temptations just naturally followed him around. It's only a matter of time... It's not as if he has an ironclad feelings and discipline towards his urges like a monk. No, he's a warm blooded young man filled with energy. But before you say it, let me make it clear that I'm not making excuses for him. I did my best to understand the logic behind his actions and sometimes we just have to turn off ... Read More
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