Inkspill Stories

I must have loved you a lot.

I'm spilling darkness during the day I was wondering if the rain will ever go away 🌚 Am I visible to you Can't you hear me

Raw writer, with his skill of rhyming tries to write on the topics concerning the youth. Feelings, relationships and other harsh and painful topics. Just give it a try! I'm sure you would like my writings.

I don't want to lose this game playing makes me go insane /// my life has become a video game

a brand new duo join bendy and his happy group but what happens when everything goes down hill and they get abandoned?

i yearn for love but i will never search for it.

Comprising of various poems, in no particular order, I hope u guys love it. I hope this book reaches you in any way possible, and I hope its not too shabby.... your votes and comments matters a lot.....Love you guys

I wrote this on a starry night where you and I became nothing Into the finite night sky

living for someone, now that's love

If you combine books, writers, and me . . . what do we have? A pile of book reviews. I express my opinions and thoughts about books and stories. I describe my adoration to every writer who has done a great job. Popular or undiscovered, it always depends on the author. Got a book to share? Tell me everything.

I told myself I wouldn't care about you now I'm under the rain hoping I'll find you

we all deserve to be love, we deserve a good treatment and you are enough know your Worth as well!

After finding her father's journal, she ends finds some disturbing things.

" tell me would you love me the way I do, even if I treated you the way you do?"

Symille is an academic achiever, she doesn't care about anyone, she only care is to focus on her studies. 'Yon lang ang tangin gusto niya hanggang makapag-tapos sa pag-aaral, 'yon lang ang nasa isip niya gawin, not until two men came to her life, how long she can take to be in the midst of two men?

u never know

◐ ◑ ◒ ◓ ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ɪꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʜᴀʟꜰ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ ꜰᴜʟʟʏ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ◐ ◑ ◒ ◓

Faint memories and half-truths swaddled in unfinished thoughts.