the ugly writers

In Funeral

How can you not cry in a funeral? How can you not cry? How can you not ask yourself if people would come to yours? How can you not question life when parents bury their child?
00:00 hours

00:00 Hours

I made it at 00:00. Since there are no deafening sounds from monsters trying to destroy me. There is no light bulb forcing me to write about you. Lastly, I made it since my soul endures the pain without you.
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Angry(‘s) Thoughts On Relationships

Quick random thought I’ve been having: Relationships are freaking hard. And it’s not because I’m necessarily speaking from experience. This is based purely on observation. Good relationships, bad relationships – all of them are HARD. Like think about it. First…

Where Did You Fail Today?

My father used to ask me every dinner the question: “where did you fail today?” I thought it was an insane question. Instead of asking how was school or my day, this stressful question always pops out. It turns out…

Your heart in my hand

I wish to take away all your pain and your worries. I wish to hold your hand and never let them go. I wish to warm up your hands whenever they’re cold. I wish to stay up all night, watch the stars,…

The Ghost of You

“I’ve been a train wreck since you left. There are days when I swear I’m fine but then one trigger from you makes my hands shake so much that I spilled my coffee. I’m half insane here living with the…

Conjugating Verbs

Why We Didn’t Work Out. Dear You, I remember how we met. It was an unexpected and, at the time, totally unpleasant first encounter. I wasn’t expecting it though. You approached me and you started talking. I wasn’t listening though…

Wonders

Why do we put so much frantic effort into suppressing our most basic natural instincts? The one that hurts us the most is the emotional infidelity. Because the full palette of emotions we experience includes pain. And being dishonest leads…

Naught

Time clicks as I wait, The hour ends before me take, Sitting, thinking, waiting, My mind escapes.   The day grows old as night passes, Anticipating, watching, staring, seeing, Yet, nothing. Silence begins the day, As morning comes without notice,…