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.
"Will you ever hear me in the rain?" "...?" ***** #157 in Poetry February 12, 2016 #86 in Poetry February 14, 2016
A collection of poetry found under lovers nails or stained against your pillow case - highest ranking - #3 poems - #9 in poetry - All rights reserved - © Ruby Smith @desp-erate 2014 Cover by @-grxnge
❝i've delicately chosen letters to form words and words to form sentences, each sentence a colorful paint stroke on the canvas of my mind.❞ [ #1 in poetry on 27/08/16 ]
Wynne Randall is alone, fending for herself against hordes of zombies. Looters killed her dad, and she can't trust anyone. And she's fine with that. But then she gets into a situation where she has to choose between being alone and letting someone die, or saving a life and having to trust. High...
Defining yourself is not as easy as writing a dictionary definition. It takes knowledge in who you are to successfully accomplish it. Knowledge, that not everybody has. A girl. Just a girl. Has only one dream. To find her dream. She goes off on a life adventure to discover herself and fin...
August finally is starting to fit in until he starts to join the wrong group of kids who use him. When August starts to find out, he tries to slowly fade away from the group and join his read friends again. But things aren't as easy as it seems, family troubles are making things even harder for August.