Spilled Ink
A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.
A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.
[poetry] words blooming within my youthful soul. 'cause even in winter, there is sunshine between the branches of trees, i still ensoul. 180719~
careworn and smiling with a crooked grin, adoration slept in the wrinkles beside his eyes as he observed the mosaic beauty. she held his callused palm in hers and whispered to the moon; "tonight, we're monsters." romanticism isn't always beautiful.
highest ranking : #3 in poetry. original collection of poetry. book 1.
"this is your kind of story. no one is the good guy-- no one is the bad guy-- the blame shifts from monster to monster and in this place everyone bares their teeth." [featured. highest ranking: #6 in poetry.]
lo·cu·tion ləˈkyo͞oSH(ə)n/ (n.) " a particular form of expression;" 《 a collection of poems and prose. 》 highest rank - #7 in Poetry ♡ #3 in Prose ♡