#monotone
in lagoon the lotus ruffles her wind.
in monotone the lizard shrills his song.
the wild goose homing,
slumbered rushes oozing.
hushed lie the sedges
of beamed nuvole, vapors creep
late cranes, heavy wing, and lazy flight.
Sail the silence beneath the nearing night.
Sep 26, 2025
Sep 26, 2025 at 11:30 AM UTC
No rhyme, no beat
Just a cloud of disarray
I lay here in defeat,
deaf to all things each mouth says
High, low pitches;
melted into one single tune
The muscles prone to fickle flinches
waiting for the watchman’s beat by noon
Stuck all in its monotony
it’s chamber loop, its labyrinth
I cry at all things dead possibility
hoping for release as dead ends tear all I believe in
Sep 1, 2024
Sep 1, 2024 at 10:58 AM UTC
I wonder
Since when things begin to change
Just when did the ride home feel longer
Without you, in the jeep, it's strange
How small talks with you is exciting
Far better than hobbies and game
And the poems I have been writing
It all suddenly rhymes with your name
I wonder
Since when did I act so differently
Just when did your image always appear
in my mind, consistently
In buying foods, watching movie
Unknowingly, putting a smile on my face
And the songs on shuffle, as lost as I
Without your warm embrace
I wonder
When did my once monotone world
Become so much drenched
In the shade of you?
Jan 16, 2021
Jan 16, 2021 at 3:32 PM UTC
monotone voices hold
an element that glistens
in the light
of worldly havoc.
peace can be found
when one listens
to the simple
black and white.
Oct 26, 2020
Oct 26, 2020 at 10:01 PM UTC
Thy is not blind, thy is full of life
Yet it be thy eyes has lost all soul
Thy colors have fallen and brutally died
There’s no hope, to find them is no more
Black, grey, whenever and wherever you go
Never to reappear in this monochromatic world
All colors have gone as if they vanished into below
Get them quick; they’re in hold!
Children will hear, children will be told
Of the story of no colors around
Only black and white are left, as the rest are mold
Grey in the sky, grey on the ground, colorless all around
Yet, in my hands, in this little polychromatic portfolio
I am still able to see the colors that left so long ago
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 11:21 AM UTC
everything was so mundane,
no sound,
no name.
the silence watched over us like a hawk,
resting it’s talons on the trees above.
there was no thud,
no beat,
no reverb.
the machines did not whir,
or click,
or crackle.
the strings never hummed,
the girl never sang,
and the child never played.
neurons following a set circuit,
run,
stop,
go.
the sun always set,
yet it had never risen.
hardwired to the equipment,
but the machine never worked,
because the processor was coated in a mundane molasses.
moving through gray honey,
black and white retinas perceive gray things
for our slow-moving hands to paint.
the words were the same,
the day never changed,
it was, and always will be
the same.
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 6:47 AM UTC
"no, I don't hate you,"
with a voice flatter than roadkill
that's what she said
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 5:52 PM UTC
Lately, I've been more depressed
Than ever, this feeling
of destruction has been
getting visible over the day,
instead of just at night
Lately, this black hole
Has been swallowing me,
slowly tearing me apart
and I don't know how do deal with it.
I don't feel real
Time passes slowly yet vastly fast
and lately, the thunder's
been scaring me
instead of giving me warm comfort
in the dead silence of my room
the colors don't seem very alive anymore
nothing feels important, to me
...and I don't know
how much longer will it take
before the abyss swallows me whole.
And I mean every single
word that I tell you,
and my every emotion is tangled
and all I'm left with is this mess in wires
so light in my hands,
So easy to throw away
Lately I've been more scared
About death, about existence
And this familiar feeling
Is slowly writing the melody;
A perfect harmony,
Yet so monochrome and monotonous
So devastating, subdoing hope
and lately,
I don't know
What to do
Lately, the things that once
Gave me joy,
Gently swiping though
Pages and pages of books
now
bring nothing
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 2:23 PM UTC
The world to me does not exist,
as now I only live in my bed,
sheets and blankets clenched in my fists,
waking up is now something I dread.
The world to me does not exist,
as I just previously said,
and they all say ignorance is bliss,
I had to clear room in my head.
I am just stuck in a rut,
a misery merry go round,
smoking each cigarette to the ****
silence still making too much sound.
Travel on, keep your feet strong,
life is too short but still too long.
Rambling soul, you'll pay the toll,
with a mind of fire and a heart of coal.
I don't want to stop this,
no I don't want to wait,
fear of missing something to miss,
with a touch of hope of being too late.
The world to me does not exist,
the blue pill looked better than the red,
every hour lived is now on a list,
compiled with showering and being fed.
The world to me does not exist,
society is something I've always fled,
I've hid in the shadows and the mist,
and quietly I've always bled.
I am just stuck in a rut,
a misery merry go round,
with constant aches in my gut,
and lungs that have already drowned.
Travel on, keep your feet strong,
life is too short but still too long.
Travel on, keep your feet strong,
nothing is right and nothing is wrong.
Rambling soul, you'll pay the toll,
with a mind of fire and a heart of coal.
Rambling soul, you'll pay the toll,
you'll live your life and play your role.
I don't want to stop this,
no I don't want to wait,
fear of missing something to miss,
with a touch of hope of being too late.
I know it sounds crazy,
I know I'm such a drag,
I don't know if I'm just lazy,
or if routine is prone to lag.
I keep buying tickets for the lottery
though I'm told I already won.
with each gamble I hope to see,
a glimpse of blue skies and the sun.
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 9:37 AM UTC
The revolution will be televised,
people flooding the streets, the skies.
All who oppose will be demised,
critisized,
antagonized.
Those who carry on will be prized.
And so the cycle continues, generation after generation.
It’s hard to tell what mutation will come to fruition,
but the fact of the matter is that it’ll be just as superficial as the last.
Nobody wants to be different, do they?
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 6:51 PM UTC
I sink into my bed,
laying in Limbo,
comfortably cold
and detached.
Your essence roams back and forth,
pacing
between my ears.
I taste the residue
of your monotone voice,
salivating at the thought of
you.
Our nights were simply
unforgettable.
We watched the clouds
blend into the sky,
as the rich colors became
beautifully distorted;
I swear they breathed.
I gently touched your
empty chest...
As it rose and fell,
The scenery above us
expanded infinitely.
Our laughs
resembled bonded youth,
forming together
like an orchestra of splendor.
I desperately try to relive this feeling,
our captivating high.
It disintegrated.
You have melted away
and life is somber.
you have become a bland figure
without a face.
You have become the static
Of a television in the silence
of an apocalypse.
You hide within irrelevance...
but the way you once moved,
so gracefully,
so insanely,
will remain Imprinted
in my loveless mind.
© 2016 D.M.V
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 2:39 PM UTC
it's a dull word itself
to describe a dull event
in which you feel dull
living
but not living
in a routine schedule
that you call "life"
and where you pretend
like everything is okay
with how you're "living".
i say "living" with
sarcasm,
because if you were
truly okay with monotony
with having a scheduled life
you wouldn't use the word itself
in describing how you are--
monotone.
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 9:53 PM UTC
Monotone stemmer og opgave ark
i tusinde eksemplarer hjemsøger
mine drømme om ingenting.
Det hele smelter sammen
som metaller i ild
og det er der jeg ser dig.
Du hiver metalmassen ud af ilden
og kaster den ned på gulvet
hvor det ligger
som en stor rødglødende pøl
midt i det hele.
Du tænker ikke over
at jeg svøber metaller
i en skabelon
af mit hjerte.
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 1:13 PM UTC
I handed her my cigarette
Half burnt, and my last one for some time
She pulls it to her lips, drags,
and exhales slowly through her nose
All the while, she didn’t miss a step on the ice stained pavement
I can see her lipstick-less grin
stained against the filter
By some means which i can’t understand
She throws the **** down in front of her
Waiting a solid 4 seconds for her foot path to meet alignment with it
I tried throwing out words, but all I could hear was a bunch of stuttered sobs
cutting in and out in between my breathing
She’s leaving tomorrow
Packing everything she owns into a truck
Just to later unpack, wait, and pack those things back into a similar truck
I step toward her front walk
We exchange a subtle wave, and a slow goodbye
“Trying to fight this urge again” as i thought
But my body takes control, disregarding my thoughts
And grabbing a hold of her small nimble fingers
I find the strength to speak
“I’m really going to miss you. You don’t understand how much it hurts losing
such a fantastic friend.”
Her face was turned aside, shielding my view of her cheap makeup rushing for her chin
She replicates my words, and body language
But i heard nothing she threw toward my ear canals
“I love you” and i can’t believe that I said it at that
Her sobs start to thunder, echoing to the end of her street
“I’m sorry I ****** up. I knew you had better use for my friends than I”
As much as I wanted her to stay, my heart begged her to get on the earliest flight to
the middle of nowhere
Her crying reminds me of a jet engine, roughly 2 days after September 9th, 2001
“You’ve been here for everything. Why do you have to give up now..”
I know this is a bad time, but her blubbering brain won’t let her think
We hug, and i turn backwards as fast as I can
“Remember me when you spend 6 hours alone on a one way street to nowhere”
And so she left
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 10:38 AM UTC
Ive loved you
For two years and three months.
For 27 months.
For 118 weeks and one day.
For 827 days.
For 19, 848 hours.
For 1,190,880 minutes.
For 71,452,800 seconds.
Ive loved you
Since January 1, 2012.
Since I met you at the skatepark.
Since the day I gave you all of me.
Since the day that you actually made me feel wanted.
Since the day we had our very first kiss.
Ive loved you
With every fiber of my being.
With every inch,
With every corner of my heart.
With every warm touch to my body.
With every tear drop from my eye.
You dont want me
Youve left such an impact on me.
Youve changed my thoughts on love.
Youve changed me.
You still have all of me
Every ounce of my heart.
Every fiber of my being.
Im cold
I dont have a sincere smile.
I dont have a warm touch.
I dont have you.
And it has broken all of me
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 3:23 PM UTC