the ugly writers

Dear LOVE

To this day, I am raising my white flag. Stop. I don’t want to see, feel, hear, smell, or taste you again LOVE. You are my kryptonite, or worse, you are my grim reaper.
the ugly writers

Redeeming the Time

I am personally grieved by the animosity and lack of respect that people show to political leaders who they don’t agree with. However, I found myself developing my own form of judgementalism toward people, so I have been working very diligently to cultivate a purity of heart, appreciation of others, and a greater level of emotional peace during this time.
the ugly writers

See Through the End

Change is constant, nothing's permanent. What's important is that we must know how to cope in these trying times. The ending does not necessarily mean we're doomed. Let's all get through the darkness until we see the light at the end of the tunnel.
the ugly writers

ix

this world is graceless and a bit mediocre. this world is heartless and as are the people who inhabit it.

Meet Me

You told me of your dreams And I told you everything About joy and hurt and love gone dim You only smiled and pulled me near I still love that you were the one Who could chase away my fear
the ugly writers

Late Night Conversation

And I can't get over you. I cannot just erase you in my mind. I cannot just unlove the spirit that lives in your chest, and just like how you vanished, I cannot convince myself that you were just a mirage from a lucid dream.