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.
Winter Trails is an album of my poems, journeying through late fall when the wire of the trees begins to dominate, till the end of January. After promoting it and it soaring to three quarter million reads, Wattpad unceremoniously dumped it. Here it still is though.
Take pity on the struggling poet. He/She tries to bring you wisdom and truth. Poets suffer for their Art. Persevere and the veil will lift. enjoy.
For years I have been wrongly trapped, In a place even the minds cannot adapt, Not dead nor alive but stuck in between, A haunted nightmare and a lifeless dream.
Poetry from ME~ You'll like it, I promise. If you don't... forget I ever said ANY of this. 'kay? I love you~!! *mwah* Thank's for reading... if you do! :)
Most of us have failed and lost to many obstacles in our lives.....we've all been burnt at some point of time....but do we just give it all up.... Or do we rise from the ashes...