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Aug2017

Pot of Stew

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by themonochromereaper / / Poetry
Our relationship is like A boiling pot of stew. It gets better with time, It even taste better with A splash of red wine. We have to use the right wine, And make sure the temperature Is even all the time. Else our stew will end up bitter, astringent – That’s not how we want our relationship.
August 28, 2017themonochromereaper

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Aug2017

Sigh

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by themonochromereaper / / Poetry
I imagine your arms Were wrapped around me Like a blanket When I find myself missing you In the dead of the night. As I closed my eyes last night, All I can do is release a deep sigh And pretend we weren’t miles apart. At least I’ve heard your voice Even for a short interval last night. It’s enough to melt my heart And erase the cobwebs In my weary mind.
August 28, 2017themonochromereaper

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Aug2017

Sometimes

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by themonochromereaper / / Poetry
… and sometimes When I miss you, I keep everything inside Like a piping hot brew For I don’t want you To think that I demand a lot from you. …and sometimes, I’m scared For I’ve gotten sensitive; I know I’ll be devastated If I suddenly lose you Or if you deemed my sentiments As some sort of joke – Untrue. …and sometimes, I wonder if you knew the magnitude Of my love for you. If you do, Please understand that I’ve never loved someone this way, And so, I might end up suffocating you Or you might find me irrational By being this way.
August 28, 2017themonochromereaper

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Aug2017

Sirius

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by themonochromereaper / / Poetry
My love from the stars, In the belt of Orion you reside. You’re twenty-five times brighter than the Sun If you’re both placed side by side. Now tell me, Why should I let you pass me by? I’d be crazy if I Suddenly put you aside. Astounded for a moment was I, At the reciprocation of love I can’t lie. When you reached out to me, My heart was held captive In a blink of an eye. Reading your words of love, Whether in the form of prose or poetries Is something I always take pride. I can only wish you were here by my side Instead of glancing at you from afar, My beloved northern star.
August 27, 2017themonochromereaper

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Aug2017

Autumnal Love

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by themonochromereaper / / Poetry
I never loved the summer. To me, it spells out D-i-s-a-s-t-e-r. The scorching heat always creep In all crevices it seeps; Withering the beautiful Bouquet of perfumed flowers I love to keep. *** I love taking long walks Especially when the autumn leaves Kisses the frost on the ground. It signifies that Your love for me Will always come around Even if one day you’ll suddenly Fall out of love. *** But like the law of gravity, You can never deny That you want to be with me. Trapped in a never-ending cycle, You’ll keep falling for me Like autumn leaves. So let’s enjoy the ... Read More
August 24, 2017themonochromereaper

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Aug2017
"...and maybe I should use abstraction more often..." As I'm penning these lines, I'm contemplating on the numerous ways I can fall asleep. When I am exhausted, normally I easily fall asleep. But when I feel that way and I'm still awake around 11 pm onward; Sleep seems to be remnant of the past. Albeit a tiresome day, I'm glad that it was a productive one. At least all my efforts paid off. I really like it when my work is appreciated, especially if my plans were followed down to every detail. Who doesn't, right? Now going back to the topic, why dabble on abstraction? What merit can I derive from it? Isn't it a far cry from my spontaneous combustion of expressive lines that threatens to overwhelm and drown my readers? Well, my friend, that's really not the case this time. More often than not, we tend to observe little scenes from our everyday lives that when written down, can be ... Read More
August 24, 2017themonochromereaper

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Aug2017

Fallen Flow’r

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by themonochromereaper / / Poetry
The little flower Finally bloomed last summer As it basked in the warmth Of the dazzling sun. It wasn’t peculiar for it to follow The sun’s direction, Since the sunlight was the source Of its nourishment. But soon enough, This flower began to wilt and wither For there was an absence Of flowing water. As this beautiful flower gracefully Descended to the ground, I realized that fall Has finally arrived.
August 24, 2017themonochromereaper

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Aug2017
A few weeks ago, when I sauntered into the room I found out that among my peers, I was the only plus size lady around. At 5'3", I weigh a whopping amount of 60 kg which is still within the normal range according to the BMI (Body Mass Index). I'm apparently surrounded by slim beauties that were shorter than I. Now this automatically sends red alert signals in my brain. You could imagine the startling differences in our body types (I have the apple shape, by the way). Normally, I wore slacks and jeans instead of skirts and dresses when going to work. What I noticed is that it made me look like a box car. It gave me a drab appearance like I don't care about appearing feminine in the eyes of the mobs. What can I say, I'm a simple gal and I tend to dress for practical reasons. But that's not enough excuse, isn't it? Am I lazy ... Read More
August 21, 2017themonochromereaper

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Aug2017
I wasn't always this strong person. There was a time in my life that I've been a pathetic loser who thought that ending my life was the solution. Note that at such a young age, I was a perfectionist and I lived in my own rules. I follow it diligently so as not to end up miserable like the mobs. In a way, it isolated me from the crowd but at the same time propelled me to live a safe and successful life. I was pretty wise for my age, not that I'm bragging, but I do. I have an old soul after all. I'm very proud of my achievements. Especially on how I can get things done when I put my mind in it. Interest is my catalyst for greatness. But then, the sand castle that I've been slowly building was blown away by a force I didn't foresee. It was during my cadetship that I first realized what failure meant. My ... Read More
August 20, 2017themonochromereaper

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Aug2017
Why? Why? Why? Why would someone give up on themselves? How can they just let things be and not fight for their dear life? Are they tired of living? I guess, we are all guilty of that at some point in our life. I've been on the verge of losing my life five years ago. But life goes on and giving up, destroying the scintilla of life you have left isn't an option. For everytime you destroy yourself, your loved ones suffer the brunt of it. *** It's like a dull ice pick is being repeatedly stabbed in my chest whenever I watch you destroy yourself, dad. When I was younger, you were so strong, so capable. But you have a weakness that caught up to you in later life. You never cared about living a healthy lifestyle. Now here you are, perpetually suffering. You know what's worst? It's when there were countless options you could have done to emerge stronger. But no, ... Read More
August 20, 2017themonochromereaper
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