themonochromereaper

Avid Writer, Reader and Coffee Drinker

themonochromereaper

Avid Writer, Reader and Coffee Drinker

About the Blog

Themonochromereaper touches a variety of issues. The poetries were inspired by persons and events. Mostly you can peruse the ramblings and musings of a modern hermit in this highly extroverted world. This will also be a walk through to the life of a novice writer.
© 2017 Mel Joy (themonochromereaper.com) All Rights Reserved

About the Blog

Themonochromereaper touches a variety of issues. The poetries were inspired by persons and events. Mostly you can peruse the ramblings and musings of a modern hermit in this highly extroverted world. This will also be a walk through to the life of a novice writer.
© 2017 Mel Joy (themonochromereaper.com) All Rights Reserved

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Jun2017

Sunrise

by themonochromereaper / / Poetry
Dedicated to the one who can't be named. Five hours apart we may be, but I'll never give up on what we could be... Nothing beats waking up Watching the break of dawn As the nippy air lingers in The clime, when warmth Gradually creeps in, and The mist began to evanesce While the sublime sun Ascends to the blue yonder. I am in wonderment to be Merely spry and sentient Underneath the same welkin. It engenders the steady hope Of a sprightly beginning; Revival of the optimism that  Was lost the previous night... Do you like viewing the sunrise? Come and behold it with me. © 2017 Mel Joy (themonochromereaper.wordpress.com) All Right Reserved
June 14, 2017themonochromereaper

13

Jun2017

Coffee

by themonochromereaper / / Poetry
Dedicated to the one who can't be named...All I can do is sigh, all I can do is write, but you'll never know... I can't make you love me. I was never your cuppa tea. I am an acquired taste... With a gentle aromatic tone, Fruity, with a hint of chocolate Bold, strong, and thick, Bitter, like dark roast coffee That often leaves an aftertaste; A multi-modal experience... After knowing all that, Would you still love me? © 2017 Mel Joy (themonochromereaper.wordpress.com) All Rights Reserved
June 13, 2017themonochromereaper

13

Jun2017

Sayc

by themonochromereaper / / Poetry
Dedicated to the girl from my past. I cannot coerce myself to loathe you, It is supposed to be my proclivity,  Yet for an unknown reason, I can't. I wish I can overlook our tragic past So we can remain as intimate friends;  For us to behold one another afresh But, it does not maneuver that way. For some obscured explanations You opted to haunt me, sometimes, When you seem to remember me, Blithely reminiscing our euphoric past; And whenever you do, these deep- Seated memories I have of you keep  Rushing back just like unlocking  The covert arcane Pandora's box. You told me you yearned to see me, But I can't compel myself to see you. Else these overwhelming emotion That I have tried to forget all these Years might threaten to resurface. If only a day will come that we Could ... Read More
June 13, 2017themonochromereaper

10

Jun2017
I find it difficult to write about love or something related to mysticism. It seems that whenever I tried to illicit an emotion or pen flights of fancy, it always sounds void & devoid of emotions. It doesn't feel like me at all. I'm still in the process of developing my style so hopefully this dilemma will be remedied. Aside from that, I've been contemplating about the excessive use of highfalutin words and its effect to readers. It seems that it is akin to overcompensation of a shallow content; often times, I avoid it. In this manner, I'm hoping to reach a variety of readers. Isn't the point of writing equate to effective communication? If I relate it to the matter at hand, wouldn't ... Read More
June 10, 2017themonochromereaper

10

Jun2017

Prequel

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by themonochromereaper / / Poetry
Thoughts of an avid reader... You were just like a novel, And I, the zealous reader. As I commenced reading Your romantic chronicles, You became a page-turner. Unfortunately, as I reached Near the end of the story It was left hanging there. Then I uttered this to myself, "Oh, what a miserable affair!" Subsequently, another query Ensued, "What is supposed to  Transpire next, my dear writer? It appears that your prequel Requires an incoming sequel." © 2017 Mel Joy (themonochromereaper.wordpress.com) All Rights Reserved
June 10, 2017themonochromereaper

09

Jun2017
Dedicated to dreamers. You felt dead inside, Hollow to the core like  A zombie, oozing out With a putrid miasma Of acquiescence to Your L'amour's downfall. You pondered, "should I still believe in love  When now, I just feel Nothing at all?" But soon you started  To mend inside and  Learned your worth;   You begin to have a Guise of life once more. You deduced you can heal As long as there's hope But it's a wrist-wringing And a fist-clenching work. © 2017 Mel Joy (themonochromereaper.wordpress.com)
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