the ugly writers

As He Smokes

He tries to assure himself that he's not but he can't, all evening he cries himself to sleep asking why was he too much of a good thing and too terrible for a bad thing
the ugly writers

Why are we depressed?

It was like a roller coaster swirling around through the speed of light. With the constant blurring sounds plus the never-ending drama anthologies of your existence. It was the moment, you want to take the knife and slash it into yourself, feel the weakening beat of your heart, and draw the last breath of your soul.

Black and Blue

Sometimes in life loss internally is beyond self-pity and regret. Sometimes it is when you fail to see what others are eagerly and vigilantly working towards destroying in you.

Aloof

And as the fires swallowed my cries I opened my eyes to face life’s lies. I closed my heart and gave up tries for a prize: to accept failures without whys and be wise to break ties and move in smaller gyres to avoid fires and flat tires caused by familiar mires.
call me home

CALL ME HOME

My heart beats faster with a dull thumping sound Though it loves no more Nor does it cherish hope Life seems like a sad, sad dream
a letter of a suicidal kid

A letter of a suicidal kid

Dear Me, How I wish I can hug you when you hurt yourself, How I wish I can hold you when you're cold, How I wish I could've ended my story differently with a family, a life worth living Without me feeling like my life is worth killing.

I miss her

I miss her. Good old Facebook took me down memory lane today. It brought up a video a friend made of me from high school. It’s pretty embarrassing but for some reason, it made me incredibly emotional. I felt this…

Time

I am fitness blogger, but I also write poetry on the side. I have never shared my poetry publicly before, but I figured why not. So, here is one of many poems that I’ve written. Thank you for taking the…