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  • theuglyink 4w

    To someone in pain.

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  • theuglyink 7w

    All we did
    Was rise like waterfall-
    And we feared falling back down.
    Like we owned success.

    -we forgot; that we usually made poetry from ups and downs.



    -theuglyink

  • theuglyink 10w

    Thank You.

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    The sadness in you.

    I used to joke about your hair,
    And how rumpled
    Your school uniform
    Appeared on your skin.
    Sometimes, even call upon everyone
    To make mockery of how you smiled
    In different patterns.


    You never brought home good grades.
    I laughed at that too. And many other things-
    I could fill a whole wall downtown with it;
    And they will spell out your attitude.


    I won't say you cared less,
    You just had a unique attitude that fit everything.
    I don't have a proper name for that.


    You never smiled more than once a day.
    So 365 times a year, unless after 4 years,
    Your face will glow one more day, until daybreak.


    Your smiles hurt me sometimes,
    They were too fragile to abandon.


    I remember always racing to the backyard to see you smile
    While sweat dripped over your face;
    You said that was your way of giving back to the soil-
    That they were too parched and full of nutrients too.


    And then you'll smile.


    That was the sadness in you,
    Filled with your smile.
    And truly they were patterns
    In everyone's tale.





    -theuglyink

  • theuglyink 10w

    Tentative

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    I stopped using red ink
    To scribble my thoughts
    But my body said 
    It’s only something as strong 
    As the heart that can bleed.

    And ink keeps too much to itself.




    -theuglyink

  • theuglyink 15w

    Transition

    At what stage
    Do we believe
    That we are old enough
    Or rather that
    Our senses of maturity
    Have claimed themselves
    In our hormones?
    Does maturity mean
    That we are able to tell
    Right from wrong
    At all times?
    Or is it when
    We are able to live
    With our mistakes
    As memories
    And learn to repeat them
    Without the mistake itself?

    Today,
    Thousands of mistakes
    Are buried in my palms-
    In a few tomorrows
    I'll become 'legal',
    Can I cherish my childhood
    As I claim as an adult,
    Will I even behave
    A few degrees more
    Than a child?
    Can my heart
    Become hardened so quickly,
    So that it will not shatter on reality?

    - and when did the others leave,
    With the pair of goggles they blinded me with,
    Do I now have to face the world
    And politics with my own eyes?



    -theuglyink

  • theuglyink 17w

    Typo: third line I meant to insert 'it' before 'is'

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  • theuglyink 21w

    Temp.

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  • theuglyink 22w

    Thank You.

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