the ugly writers

Looking Down On Me

Maybe the moon is looking down at me Convincing to be radiant as I can be Asking me to never take a rest And keep on doing my best
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Love Can Wait

๐–ณ๐–บ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—€ ๐—„๐—ˆ, ๐—†๐—‚๐—‡๐—Œ๐–บ๐—‡ ๐—„๐–บ ๐—‡๐–บ ๐–ป๐–บ๐—‡๐—€ ๐—Ž๐—†๐—‚๐–ป๐—‚๐—€ ๐—Œ๐–บ ๐—๐–บ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—€ ๐–บ๐—„๐–บ๐—…๐–บ ๐—‡๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—†๐–บ๐—‰๐–บ๐—‰๐–บ๐—Œ๐–บ๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—‡?? ๐–ธ๐—Ž๐—‡ ๐–ป๐–บ๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—‚ ๐—„๐–บ ๐–ผ๐—‹๐—Ž๐—Œ๐— ๐—‡๐—€ ๐–ผ๐—‹๐—Ž๐—Œ๐— ๐—†๐—ˆ? ๐–ธ๐—Ž๐—‡๐—€ ๐—‚๐–ป๐–บ ๐—‡๐–บ๐—†๐–บ๐—‡ ๐—‡๐–บ๐—‰๐–พ ๐—™๐—ฅ๐—œ๐—˜๐—ก๐——๐—ญ๐—ข๐—ก๐—˜.. ๐–ก๐–บ๐—„๐—‚๐— ๐—‡๐–บ๐—‡๐—€๐—’๐–บ๐—’๐–บ๐—‹๐—‚ ๐—’๐—Ž๐—‡? ๐—„๐–บ๐—Œ๐—‚ ๐—†๐–บ๐—Œ๐—’๐–บ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ ๐—๐–บ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—€ ๐—‡๐–บ๐—€๐—†๐–บ๐—†๐–บ๐–ฝ๐–บ๐—…๐—‚..๐—€๐—Ž๐—Œ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—‡๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—‡, ๐–บ๐—‡๐—€ ๐–ซ๐–ฎ๐–ต๐–ค ๐–บ๐—’ ๐—‰๐–บ๐—‹๐–บ๐—‡๐—€ ๐—‚๐—Œ๐–บ๐—‡๐—€ ๐—‚๐—‡๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐— ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐–ฝ๐—…๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—‡๐–บ ๐—†๐–บ๐—…๐—Ž๐—…๐—Ž๐—๐—ˆ ๐–บ๐—€๐–บ๐–ฝ ๐–บ๐— ๐—†๐–บ๐—‰๐–บ๐—‰๐–บ๐—„๐—‚๐—‡๐–บ๐–ป๐–บ๐—‡๐—€๐–บ๐—‡.
the ugly writers

Raindrops

Raindrops is a poem written by John Marc Cruz and shared with The Ugly Writers under the theme Terrible Ideas for the month of July.   Raindrops   Stuck, In the middle road. Skyโ€™s discharging its emotion. And maybe Iโ€ฆ
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It’s Just A Game

Ferris Alizer was a closet geek. At work he seems proper and professional, just a usual adult doing his job well but whenever he went home after a long day, his only escape from the stressful society was playing games.
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 onlyโ€ฆ

Missed

Missed is an essay written and shared by Mira Dizon to The Ugly Writers under the theme Love for the month of May.   Missed   Saying the word “I miss you” isn’t a sufficient thing. I would like toโ€ฆ

My Journey As A Writer

This was the time when writing escalated through my heartย  and I escaped from the darkness. I turned into a nomad from then, I swam the ocean of quotes, traveled from the countries of versesย  to the valleys of poems and then found myself in a boat crossingย  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...
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Dear LOVE

To this day, I am raising my white flag. Stop. I donโ€™t want to see, feel, hear, smell, or taste you again LOVE. You are my kryptonite, or worse, you are my grim reaper.