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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.

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Abandon Ship

In reference to Titanic but with a twist… Enjoy!

My Captain 

How animated you were 

Standing there like a statue.

“What were you thinking?”

I pondered…

I looked ahead t

The object of your fascination.

Instantly our ship collided

Against the huge iceberg.

How can you just let it be? 

My Captain? 

Didn’t you know 

Countless people might die 

From this crashing?

You could have done something!

Disoriented for a few moments,

My sight became hazy, blurry,

My head was throbbing, 

From blood loss,

Blunt force and overthinking.

I searched for you 

As my blood dripped 

Against the flooded floors 

But you’re not around anymore.

I can feel my life force slowly fading.

But I have yet to find you,

To save you from yourself.

I then panicked! 

Where were you my captain? 

Are you, by chance, still 

Alive and breathing?

As the ship ruptured, 

People rushed in the 

Hallways to and fro,

I then continued my tedious search,

Not thinking of myself 

But just of you.

When I heard something plunge 

Into the ice cold waters, 

I saw you leaving with 

The lifeboat speedily driving.

How can you abandon ship?

My esteemed captain?

Why leave the burden all to me?

Ain’t you selfish for thinking 

Only of yourself 

Instead of the crew?

What about me, dear captain?

Do I mean nothing to you?

You know I would have died 

In order to save you.

This betrayal 

Is something I didn’t expect of you.

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“In this world where it is either black or white, the truth is in between, you just have to dig deeper.”

“When misery strikes transform it into prose, poetry or short stories. Learn to tug a person’s heart strings.”

“When you’re trapped in your own misery, let the Muse guide you in creating incredible poetries.”

“Sometimes you tell yourself why you kept searching for that initial spark… When at the end of the day, all you really wanted was a soulmate.”

“Don’t find love because it will come eventually. What happens, happens but until then learn to mind your own business.” 

“I may never be your cuppa tea, I’m an acquired taste — coffee.” 

“I write based on observations, imagination and experience. There’s a thin line among them. The truth is oft hidden so one should learn to read between the lines.

” If I were a gem, I’d rather be a red diamond – precious, rare, you cannot find me anywhere.”

” I just love lurking in the shadows. But I’m here if you need me.”

“Tears kept falling on their own volition and I can’t stop it. The mere thought of losing you ruins my façade – my calm surface.”

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The Mariner’s Tale

Dedicated to lovers who just abandon the relationship when the going gets tough… Feel free to interpret it in anyway you can. ( P.S. you could also interpret it as a satire).

Oh Captain! 

My winsome Captain!

I seized the vessel‘s

First chief mate position

Knowing I am safe

Under your supervision.

You’re one of a kind

When it comes to

Developing strategies

As well as your keen 

Sense of direction.

We were bound to peregrinate

The less travelled waters

That only the brazen,

Intellectual adventurers

Dared to traverse.

As I mount the ship,

My heart, mind, body 

And soul felt assured.

But as our ship drifted

Beyond the shallow waters,

The eye of the storm

Began to loom.

I can hear the sounds

Of the rolling thunder.

I can see the bolts of lightning 

Striking ahead,

From cloud to cloud 

And from cloud to ground.

The wind became stronger

As the surging and plunging waves

Threaten to sink the ship;

To devour it whole.

However, I wasn’t perturbed.

With you, I know I’m secured.

But Captain! 

Oh my dear Captain!

Why were you fretting

Whilst steering the wheel upon

Knowing this mere predicament?

Aren’t we the brilliant

Strategists reknowned 

For solving and enduring

These complex problems?

You’re not alone in this,

We can still make it thru.

But are you, perchance, 

Thinking of 

Abandoning this ship?

Will you just let me perish 

With the rest of the crew?

Oh Captain, my Captain

What were you even thinking?

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He, Who Must Not Be Named

What’s in a name? Does it ordain thy

Prestige and mien?

Whenever I began to bethink thee,

Thou evokes a sense of nostalgia,

A fervent longing.

But, thou is only beknownst as

“He, who must not be named.”

For some things 

Must be best kept hidden,

Unlabeled in the early stages

For it to be left unsullied,

To attain leeway,

Merriment and effervescence;

Unhampered by people’s

Muddled judgement.

Though shrouded in anonymity,

With thee I always 

Feel a sense of familiarity,


Conversing with you piqued my curiosity,

As well as rekindled something that I 

Thought was lost already. Love.

My capability to love.

But will thou be satisfied 

To be only remembered as

“He, who must not be named?”

We shall soon see.

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Why Fret, My Love?


The overwhelming love

That threatens to engulf us

Is rather tenuous,

In contrast to the

Tenacity and puissance 

Of our combined rational minds.

So why fret, my love?

Does it scare you to think

That you might:

 “Go weak in the knees

And stumble in the end?”

“Let your mind run amok

Unable to fully concentrate?”

“Feel that tingle in your spine,

As your heart flutter and ache?”

“Or be consumed by the intense

Love, hate and rage?”

That throws off the momentum

Of your carefully crafted

Calm surface?

But even if it will curtail

This short life of mine,

Like a firefly drawn 

To the God of fire 

I’ll gladly surrender my life

And die a rather meaningful death.

So I will ask you again,

“Why fret my love?”

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