the ugly writers

I’m Allergic to People

Sometimes when I explore these things in my mind I feel like I'm torturing myself 'coz I couldn't care less. All these years I have been a brain of many thoughts.

Uncommonly Nobodies

Our love was strong enough, But we decided not to fight for it; When it was leaving, We only held it loose, When it had left, We just let it go — Like we never had anything in common, Nothing…


I stand in the middle of a field Endless tall greens surround me I feel the cool chill of the wind brush on my face I close my eyes and hear the leaves whisper I have no clue where to…