the ugly writers

Gypsy Cabin Blues

Holding tight to her green and arid sierra shawls, she peers over a fresco valley set in leprechaun gold. Like a megalithic Buddha she rests on a boulder's shoulder beneath a thulian sky lit by a gingerline disco sun.
Our Hearts

Our Hearts

Our Hearts is a poem written and shared by John Krux to The Ugly Writers under the theme After The Storm for the month of June.   Our Hearts   And now, after countless memories, heartbreaks, and tears, the only…
the ugly writers

Rejection

She looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back. Or was I the first to smile and she smiled back? I don’t remember.
the ugly writers

Lull

But wouldn't it be great? That the world I grew up with Will it be different from the one I will leave?

My Journey As A Writer

This was the time when writing escalated through my heart  and I escaped from the darkness. I turned into a nomad from then, I swam the ocean of quotes, traveled from the countries of verses  to the valleys of poems and then found myself in a boat crossing  the river of gullible metaphors.
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Thou

There's still One life left. Only to find in the end... That the missing piece Is you...