the ugly writers

gunpowder in an hourglass

Because my hourglass seemed full, I had not given thought, To cherish every grain within, a lesson just now taught. Like gunpowder, instead of sand, our time in little mounds A careless spark from destiny, releasing death’s dark hounds.
the ugly writers

Cocaine in the Soda

I don't want to miss out anymore. I don't want to have a perfect house and life that looks like I have my act together when I am not able to enjoy life as it passes me by.
the ugly writers

Summer

I don’t think I can ever stop myself anyway So, I wave my hand as we drift away Your back turned toward me as I watch you fade Oblivious. Yet that's for the better.
the ugly writers

Forgotten

in that tiny corner of earth long forgotten by its inhabitants now, scattered in cities across the world