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
If we lived in the world Of Ice and Fire You’ll be my Targaryen And I your Stark. With your High Valyrian command, Dracarys – Dragonfire; Balerion unleashed his fire And melted the frost That guards my frigid heart, Awakening my inner desires. In the process you vanquished The White Walkers and the Wights, Keeping me safe throughout The incoming long winter nights. I can only marvel At your prominence from afar, My valiant King As I saw you with your Mighty dragon, Balerion Dancing in the sky whilst leaving.
August 31, 2017themonochromereaper
Miles apart we art, Mine own loveth But ev’ry moment I spendeth with thee Wast treasured in mine own young heart Yond nay bejewel’d items can surmount. Mine own image of thee Wast p’rpetually sear’d Into mine own sagacious mem’ry. So yond at which hour We meeteth finally I would not passeth Thee by unknowingly.
August 30, 2017themonochromereaper
Mine own silence wast deem’d as a killeth’r F’r thee bethought I wast b’red, But haven’t thee bethought yond I harkened intently Whenev’r thou art so engross’d On telling thy tales of l’re? I nev’r once consid’r’d thee a b’re. These snippets of inf’rmations Art something I would liketh to rememb’r So I carefully st’r’d t in mine own headeth, Craving f’r thee to tell me m’re Rath’r than f’rgetting t altogeth’r Then competeth f’r who can conv’rse m’re. I can only desire thee und’rstand Yond mine own silence dost not signify I’m b’red, Mine own loveth, I strongly impl’re. F’r t pains me to knoweth Yond I did hurt thee By being comf’rtable in silence And in being int’rest’d in the bygones.
August 29, 2017themonochromereaper
You were my thunder And I’m your lightning. Your stentorian voice Serenades me each night As I strike you with my love, Can you feel the tingle, the warmth? We’ll brew a storm tonight For we rule the skies. Let the world marvel at our love When our souls collide As tears of joy fall from the skies To kiss the parched ground.
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.
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.
… 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.
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.”