Dear Love, You forbid me to ask about the past because you believe that it has nothing to do with us. But why won't you allow me to ask of our future? Is it because our future is uncertain and that you already know, you and I won't last any longer? Is it because you are planning on leaving me behind? You can't say it outright and the easiest way is to not talk of the bleak future? But what about me, my love? You turned all my hopes of our future to muck. Future, Security, Commitment, Fidelity, Marriage & Love. Where thou Art?
November 13, 2018themonochromereaper
Dreams can be a tad funny, ain't it? Especially if it kept on repeating itself for two nights in a row and then continue to where it stopped the previous night. It's akin to having a bookmark on the favorite novel you've red the previous night. I awoke to the chill air as Luna kissed the Sky goodbye - She said to him, "see you again tonight, my love." As she departed, a tinge of sadness loomed within their hearts. It seems that the Sun's presence can't replace Luna's overwhelming charm as the Sky longed to embrace her celestial beauty again tonight. The night is theirs to make love. What immense longing must these lovers endure prior being together once more, right? Oh my, what a night I've had. My mind's playing a herculean trick and I don't know how else to respond but just to write. "Funny how you visit my dreams frequently. Could it be due to missing you immensely?", ...
August 6, 2017themonochromereaper
Buenos Días mi Amor... In my rapt slumber I heard Something was ringing, Vibrating, and reverberating; Seems like a faint alarm in a Canonical hour of dawning. Or is it? Is it? Is it? Hmm, Let me first think about it... I'm still stuck in my dream, "Should I pry open my eyes, Leave this riveting dream?" I asked myself, deliberated, As another illusive segment Transpired inside my head. But that alarm, that notif Sounded superb, alluring, Spellbinding and ensnaring. "What is this distinct feeling? Who is it? I have to see it! This feels rather exotic..." As I reached for my phone A glint and a smile suddenly Formed in my languid face. What a way to wake up, Reading the saccharine words From the one you love That definitely loves you back "Buenos días mi amor!" © 2017 Mel Joy (themonocheomereaper.wordpress.com) All Rights Reserved
June 23, 2017themonochromereaper
Dedicated to individuals whose minds were riddled with questions... Sleep rarely visits me anymore, And it left me wondering about the ff: What have I been anticipating for? Or to be more precise in the matters Of the heart, who am I waiting for? My mind's just downright bothered. How can someone touch our lives And make us feel oh so vulnerable But at the same time fill us with vigor? Will they run away after discovering Our inner demons & hidden skeletons? Or will they acknowledge us for who We really are? I can't help but wonder... 2017 Mel Joy (themonochromereaper.wordpress.com) All Rights Reserved
June 7, 2017themonochromereaper
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. Yet I will wait until it finds its way to me. But will you merely stay as just my dream? A figment in my imagination, my ideal; A creation to fill the void inside my being. If by chance you read this & desired the same thing Can you make this a reality instead ...
June 6, 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.”