Moonlight
Tonight the moon shines so bright. The moonlight reminds me of that night. That one night we had a fight. We promised that we’ll stay despite. A promise that nothing can tore us apart. With the moon being our witness,…
When There Is Finally A Text
I have spent a ridiculous amount of my life waiting. Waiting to gradate high school. Waiting to be married. Waiting and praying to have kids. Waiting for the right job. Waiting for relationships to be restored. Waiting for it to…
Battlefield
Battlefield is a spoken word poetry written and shared by Merry Princess Joe to The Ugly Writers under the theme After The Storm for the month of June. Battlefield I’m stuck between wanting you to stay and wanting…
The distance sky
We look up to the sun to tell time, While we look up to the sky to get inspiration. The combination of time and sun evokes one’s mind at certain hours. A shade of ombre orange pierced through the…
The absurdity of life
Humans are truly monotonous. On a broad scale, we are doing the same thing that our ancestors used to do: eat, sleep, and reproduce. There are no advancements on that front.
Lumang Larawan
Naalala mo pa ba ang huling paalam nyo sa isa’t-isa? Nakasuot kayo noon ng kayhabang puting damit at sabay nyong inihagis pataas ang inyong sombrero. Tumigil ang mundo mo noong kinamayan ka niya pagkatapos ng martsa nyo. Doon unang nagsimula ang paghihintay mo sa muli ninyong pagtatagpo.
What Ails You
It is a feeling of possessiveness. The idea of having that person is totally joyful and you never care about what really is reality. Keeping that person within your reach is one thing that you first establish.
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 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…
Trading A Soul
Home is in your arms.
And warmth is in your laughs
Right where peace lost its charms.
And logic laid down its arms.
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.
Love Struck
I will love you behind the cameras
When nobody's looking and it's just us
I will love you
And only you
With not much that I have
But with this much that I can
Who I Am
One of the core concepts of the Enneagram is that each type embodies both virtues and vices and that there is a redemptive path of integration or a destructive path of disintegration available to us depending on whether we embrace and develop our virtues or give in to our vices.
Lull
But wouldn't it be great?
That the world I grew up with
Will it be different from the one I will leave?
What The Storm Left Behind
The storm raged on, and our mom settled my sister and I in the back corner on the folding bed with the squeaky springs. My sister began to read the book she had brought downstairs instead of her pillow.