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

07

Jun2017
Dedicated to those people who are still mending. Have you ever asked yourself If you're still capable of loving? That after all your broken dreams You have turned into a cynic. Have you already been numbed From all the constant coping? That you find yourself feeling Comfortable in your solitude. Does this mean to say that from Now on you will stop hoping? Thinking that no matter what you Do some dreams never come true. Will you give up and just surrender All chances of finding the one? Almost.  2017 Mel Joy (themonochromereaper.wordpress.com) All Rights Reserved

06

Jun2017
Dedicated to the ones who kept on hoping that one day they'll meet the one they've been waiting for. Perpetually trapped in this dismal abyss, My heart, mind and soul keeps yearning That someday you'll find your way to me. Subsisting under the same milky way galaxy, Although Light years apart we might be, I am pining for someone that is auhentic. I don't care much of the vain material things, I desired for something that's long-lasting. I do wonder innumerable times already, Whenever I gazed into the cloudless night Were you likewise doing the same thing? Are we both hankering for the same feeling? I find myself talking underneath the moonlight As if your response will float into the air And cross the timelines, but I get nothing.... Read More

05

Jun2017
Dedicated to Twin Flames that got separated along the way. The separation was the testing stage that was caused by any of the following: fear of rejection, deeming one's self unworthy and fear of being consumed by you and the emotions. The instantaneous impassioned connection, Engendered an inkling of returning home. And for some unfathomable reasons deemed, You're immensely drawn to this person. The saccharine interim seizes the moment; An archaic heyday for endearment and giving Without any trepidation and attachment. But then the pattern unfortunately deviates. As one becomes the runner, the other a chaser. The one that cares the most gets devastated Left to endure pain during this testing stage. Nevertheless, you just have to patiently wait  For your other half, the one that got away. And in ... Read More

05

Jun2017
If only she was really apathetic like how she was oftenly perceived... The hoity-toity hoi polloi merely opt to see The atrocious side of her individuality; Sobriqueted her as the stoic, solitary, frigid,   Robotic eccentric. But if only they perceived That a sentimental woman lurks beneath  Quelling her feelings, avoiding vulnerability. Letting only the meager personage  Ascertain what she genuinely is. 2017 Mel Joy (themonochromereaper.wordpress.com)

03

Jun2017
​Dedicated to those who suffer depression. Remember, there's a way out. One should never give up even if it takes time to mend. You can be something. So pick up the pen, spill your guts. Don't care if nobody's listening. From your pain, a beautiful creation can emerge. When I was younger, I used to reach for the blade. I used cut myself to feel the pain. It makes me feel so alive I've become so numb from living. These toxic people around me Were constantly hovering. I can't voice out my pain. No one would hear my wails, No one would care. So I cut, I bleed, I cry, I sleep. That was until I reached the pen. Spilled blood turned to spilled ink. Now I just write my ... Read More

02

Jun2017

Alone

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by themonochromereaper / / Poetry
I dedicate this to the beautiful soul who still believes in love yet circumspect in starting relationships. With all his acquired fame and fortune, Nobody from the crowd would have known He was still chained by his brooding past, Ever since he was suddenly left to be alone. He toiled almost every day and night, Focusing on becoming a prodigious success Yearning for someone to hug him tight And be with him so he won't writhe in bed. He now sees everything in black and white, Not letting anyone get too close with him But he's still fervently hoping that one day, He'll fall in love with someone who truly loves him. He craves to find someone unfeigned, In this contemporary world populated by fakes Seeking for that ... Read More
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