the ugly writers

Lonely Claim

I am your time that is up Your story that’s come to an end Your regrets and words unsaid. Your what ifs and maybes. Your whys and cries. Your hows and tries. Your breaking point and last stand. Your surrender…
the ugly writers

The End of an Era

Resistance is a measure of the ability to oppose. But, people don’t really understand that anymore.  Complacency is the zenith of mankind, and once it has been achieved it is a long slough to move backward. Which is almost funny,…
the ugly writers

The Past is the Future

...And the end and aim of it all is to have the war over again, the next war that draws nearer and nearer, and it will be a good deal more horrible than the last. All that is perfectly clear and simple.
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A Deluge of Comfort

Drought always ends in rain. Sometimes, the profoundly obvious, is also profoundly impactful. We received rain last night, after half a year of no-rain. I love the rain. Rain brings me joy, comfort, peace and a profound happiness. It’s as…

Vertigo

I can barely open my eyes And the rectangular lamps that hang above me, promptly providing light are only making it worse The loud bantering of people nearby are like a series of thunder in a sudden downpour I want…

Peace

If there is one thing one could be thankful for, it would be to live peacefully. Nothing would be as pleasant as mere veracity to one’s peacefulness. If I could choose how to live life, it would be a peaceful…