Being with you is like Weathering out a storm Through suave and wits No matter how complex Or ginormous a problem it is. For all I have to do is Reach for your capable hands, Hold it tight, Look deeply into your eyes And believe in you with all my heart That we can solve the trials By working on it side by side. Then like a placebo effect, My worries starts to subside Akin to experiencing a low tide. Sometimes I ask myself, “What have I done to deserve you Hon?
September 8, 2017themonochromereaper
I am an unfinished sketch In a life-size canvas Awaiting for its completion, As a monochromatic art With complex designs. But then you came along, A wandering artist Carrying your paints and brush, Splashing my black and white canvas With vibrant colors all through out. You effaced my monochromatic existence And painted my life.
September 7, 2017themonochromereaper
What glues two people To keep them from drifting apart? Is it interest, commitment or love? While the aforementioned Evoked a profound truth That keeps the bond Let’s talk about the significance Of physical and emotional intimacy, Alright? A dwindling intimacy between lovers Makes their relationship crumble and fall But if held in consisitency Is what draws them together In mind, body and soul. It enables them to feel safe and secured For it’s an assurance that They’ll stay for sure.
To love and be loved Is something only a handful Of people craved about Aside from attaining Fame, power and affluence. It’s about giving and receiving The genuine kind of intimacy. For lying on a bed of a million bucks, Counting followers in your accounts, Or manipulating people To carry out your demands, Will never be enough To fill the void inside your heart. Its absence will slowly eat you out And all that is left Is but an empty piece of shell.
You set my heart aflutter Whenever you pen These words of love Showing your innate desire. Your mere presence Sets me on fire But I ain’t gonna douse Myself in ice nor in water. So sear me with the touch Of your capable fingers, I’m not gonna turn into cinders. But if I did, watch my rebirth As a Phoenix I’ll emerge.
Despite the changing of seasons, I seldom whither like other flowers. I am a Lily, remember? I stand tall and don’t bow down To just anyone. I am illumined by the glorious sun. I have bloomed finally, Discovering my innate qualities Sought and desired by plenty. Bask in my beauty all year round, Smell my potent fragrance, It will leave you spellbound. I value purity, piety, humility. I offer hope, faith, freedom, love And a promise of prosperity. Depending on how you treat me, My colors come in a variety. I can be as dark as night For I lurk in these still waters Never making a sound. But I can also be as bright as fire, I’ll rekindle your forgotten desires. I own the night.
September 5, 2017themonochromereaper
I never once thought That freeing my time to talk with you At night was a responsibility. For me, every second spent with you Feels like a luxury. It’s like visiting the spa to have the masseuse Massage the sore muscles on my back. Honey, when I talk to you You always hit the right spot.
September 4, 2017themonochromereaper
You taught me so much About vulnerability On how I can open up myself For the world to see The real me – genuine, Devoid of pretense, insincerity. Honey, you set me free.
September 3, 2017themonochromereaper
According to studies, Humans have a strong scarcity bias. Unconsciously, we assume that things That are precious are scarce And things that are inferior are plenteous. But this is where I deviate, hon. For no matter how long We spent with each other, Whether too little or too much; My longing for you never subsides. It defies this very logic every time. I missed hearing your soothing voice The other night and all I want Is to be by your side.
September 2, 2017themonochromereaper
As I trekked The lonely valley of life Amongst a crowd full Of faceless strangers, I felt cold and hollow within; Perpetually craving For someone’s warmth To prove that I’m still One with the living, I waited for the notable Soul that I’ve been yearning. One day our paths Crossed thru divine luck, You, a person belonging From a different dimension, But of the same flock Suddenly grabbed my hand. You kept it warm And kissed my woes goodbye. Oh, such a long wait it was But thank you For bringing me back to life. You rekindled my desires And now you solely own my heart.
September 1, 2017themonochromereaper
Site’s Peculiar Name
Everything isn’t purely black or white, there’s also the shades of gray where the hidden truth lies. The truth is, and will always be, different according to the person’s perspective on why they’ve handled things a certain way. That is how the author was able to use the “monochrome” as primary label. Also, attached to the site’s name is the word “reaper” which pertains to collector or harvester. By coining the term ”themonochromereaper,” the author tries to elucidate that this site searches for the ultimate truth in every situation.
“In this world where it is either black or white, the truth is in between, you just have to dig deeper.”