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  • theuglyink 2d

    It's been a few years now
    Since you took back the flowers,
    The cards, the words, the light
    From me, homeless,
    Now, without a blanket
    To warm myself underneath,
    On the street we first met.

    My legs shiver
    Producing heat,
    Alone, after you dragged away
    My only piece of warmth,
    It has been so long,
    Still sitting on this paved road
    Waiting for your footsteps
    To lift me up,
    Waiting for your words to take me back home,
    Waiting for your love to fulfill days, months
    Almost a year of your abrupt departure.

    After so long
    Yet hope still binds my heart
    With your promise,
    That we made using both our pinky- finger
    While we crossed each others hands
    With a lasting smile on our faces,
    Now, all gone.

    Today, I'm finally getting up,
    The wait is a sign
    That wherever you are,
    You've forgotten this street
    And the gravel that you treasured, me
    But you still hold the gold you extracted
    From her mere laughter, and love.

    Now this street will never let you
    Take back the gravel you dropped,
    For any more of that gold,
    The gravel you left by the roadside,
    Has feet crushing it,
    Not noticing its worth,
    Like your actions have clearly spoken of.

    -theuglyink

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  • theuglyink 2d

    The heart is filled with my red,
    Filled with my blood,
    It will stain, darling
    The memories will remain.

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    If you want me
    To leave your memories,
    Then I won't come
    Any closer to you,
    I'd only ask my heart
    That you hurt with love
    To wipe it all.

    -theuglyink

  • theuglyink 2d

    #couplet

    Not sure about this one...

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    Time may lock our imagination in it's own kingdom,
    But words have a way to escape, to live true, in freedom

    ©theuglyink

  • theuglyink 2d

    'Fantasies'

    Sunset now glows
    On this dark skin
    Where I sit away from home,
    From rejection, and loneliness.

    Here the grasses are warm,
    And glowing for the last time
    Before the skies rays set,
    The ground is sturdy
    And more flowers bloom
    Without pressure,
    Like they want to travel
    To where their heart is calling.

    An angel came in light, this day,
    Before dark rose,
    It looked like a native man
    Blowing me single leaves,
    Maybe he knew I deserved such,
    Maybe it was a way the sun
    Kissed me goodbye in disguise,
    Warming me up for moonlight stories.

    But my world outside
    Had never been this calm
    And blissful, as even alone
    Feeling the company of one angel
    Lifting me with these succulent leaves.
    To let me go above, with the sun
    Leaving my home, leaving my solitude
    To live beside the cosmos,
    And take petals
    To etch some parts of the stars.

    So, my family can live with me each night
    With their eyes, and keep me beside
    At bedtime,
    Not at home, but in their vision.

    So that they'll look at me pure,
    For who I was with them and without,
    That people may leave their side,
    But never forget home,
    And what they may face under a roof.

    But still shine bright independently,
    Knowing that they will always travel
    To be treated differently,
    Somewhere,
    Maybe even in fantasies.

    -theuglyink

    #ceesphotoprompt
    @carolyns_challenge_account

    Truly. I'm not sure if I'm late or not. But if I am, please pardon me ��

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  • theuglyink 4d

    I remember sitting at my desk studying for finals, and anxious of my results from the past ones I'd written. I was cold, I can remember, in the beginning of January, at this time last year, calming my nerves with words I started to scribble on my study flashcards. That time I didn't know where they came from.

    Until now, I ask myself everday I come here,
    'Where did I learn to write?'
    Of course that is the only question
    I have been able to form for over a year now,
    Nothing else has been able to squeeze itself, to ask.
    Who could tell me what to feel, who could tell me my words could go wrong?
    But I just started, at the dawn of this teenage reality,
    I kept to myself, inside my room, always
    Spending my time, searching for words deep down my brain, and it was as if I was tossing experiences and knowledge, at least this time I was glad they came to be of use other than school.

    I remember when I told my mum,
    I said, 'mum look at the words I penned, what do you think?' She said, 'are those really your words?' Then I felt hardened for a few seconds and replied, yes, but I didn't mention to her about how this platform invested so much support in letting me grow.

    I still regret that setback. But I had a purpose, my mum has always wished for me to become someone successful, someone in the medical sciences field. And yes, I wanted to pursue such, but my passion for writing had grown to now become a dream come true, it was my escape from the noise in this chaotic world.

    I've never been satisfied in my life,
    Than scrolling through myriads of words on this platform, and getting inspired to write mine too. I'm glad to have met everyone, I'm glad that I found something I can pour my heart into, each day and not be regretful of the next step I take. The year I've spent here is memorable, and it will always be. Until I leave, if I ever do.

    -theuglyink
    fatimah.

    ......................

    Thank you for 3.5k! I guess I'm not that lame after all.

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    'Anniversary'

  • theuglyink 4d

    Our friendship
    Makes the stars warm
    Every night we stay this close,
    Our friendship broke the wall
    To loneliness,
    And made our souls happier.
    ©froide

    Behold, now we've made this friendship
    From the bond of our words
    We've created heartful discussions
    That the night cannot contain,
    We've built relations
    That even words of mankind
    Cannot destroy.
    ©theuglyink



    @froide��

    collaboration × friendship

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  • theuglyink 5d

    #awake

    fly, fly, fly.
    ..........
    Last.

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    Awake as a butterfly
    In your wild stories
    I seem to grow into each chapter
    And perch with my gentle wings,
    Against every beautiful lines,
    Like flowers in a garden,
    To embellish their meanings.

    -theuglyink

  • theuglyink 5d

    #awake

    uglyink, uglyink.

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    Awake in this shadow
    My heart is freed
    To live against the light
    Of life once more, whilst I'm gone.

    -theuglyink

  • theuglyink 5d

    'Like a pair of shoes'

    We dance together in the garden
    Of curled gates and fruity trees
    Mounted with a fairly thatched roof
    Almost straw.

    We looked dazzling
    As our figure grew smaller by the night
    And our steps became silent.
    We faded into the clouds already,
    Moving in every direction, with our toes locked upon each other and twisting back and forth. Like a ball dance, where Cinderella became noticed as the entire room raged in surprise.

    In twos we both danced
    In our world of love
    Crashing the stars
    In the playground
    Where we found each other
    Beneath the swings and slide
    Of then, our childhood.

    In twos we splashed in the rain
    Clothed in our raincoats
    And washed our hands together
    From tip of finger to in between fingers
    Like we performed ritual
    To join our hands with the sound
    Of thunder, as we counted one,
    And bent to hug each other.

    In twos we walked
    All the way to the skies
    In our shoes
    To live in the milky way
    Among the ones
    That granted our wish
    To be this happy together.

    And in twos
    We're grateful,
    To have carried the world of humans
    To our own in the skies.

    -theuglyink

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    We danced, around and around
    Through the dark
    In silence,
    Like a pair of shoes
    Tap, tap, tap.

    ©theuglyink

  • theuglyink 1w

    Power of words, we can never alter,
    Tears of poets we can't see clear,
    Only an ink drinks all.

    -theuglyink