Shadows of Mystery
Shadows of Mystery is a poem written by Shareyld de Guia and shared with The Ugly Writers under the theme The Games We Play for the month of April. Shadows of Mystery I have two faces but with…
Personal Format
Personal Format To find or lose yourself simply format or align your life to another’s path. To confuse yourself simply right or left align conducts to expectations’ math. Failure is justifying yourself amidst a hurtful decline. Why feed fire another…
Rebirth
Our circumstances do not determine who we become, we do. Do not let anyone tell you otherwise.
Be Your Own Kind of Beautiful
Shoutout to you, who'll keep rocking and doing your thing so different and so special and so important in your own way. To be the best you can be for yourself, and not for anyone else.
A Letter to the Person I Hate
I hate you. You may not know this but sooner or later you will. I don't want to see you or be with you because you're spoiling my limelight.
Facade
and I am the rising sun
full of positive energy
the bright white side
of the yin and yang
A Letter for My Future Self
And dearest self, it's not bad to be good to yourself, so please always love yourself especially whenever you're feeling some insecurities, and doubts on your self, please, just please, appreciate and love yourself.
Wandering the Road of Life
Many people see her
As great and clever
But if you will look deeper
You'll figure out, she was a failure
The Person She Wants To Be
She was raised in a fresh air place, Taught to live with values and strengths. Being brave and can stand by herself, Also taught by her loving parents. She is a jolly person, but sometimes a fragile one. She is…
Home
She is the girl
Who doesn't see her worth
Sorry My Future Me
These past few days I have always thought of quitting because there's nothing going on in my way. I feel so depressed because I can't understand a little thing and all I know to stop this is to quit it.
What are We?
We're different from each other
Yet, we are so fond of each other.
Part of me hopes its real,
But can't even admit what I feel.
River
I look into the river and see myself in reflection.
Colorfast but unstable, I move helplessly in it’s flow.
I am constantly being moved and changed,
Reminiscence
I am all alone
in this tragic story of ours,
you left me
without saying a word
Dear Self
Dear self, I know you're thankful
Not only for the blessings you have
But also for still standing and fighting
Trusting that what you started
You will surely finish it.