Spilledink Stories

I never fell for your words. I fell for your silence your kindness and the spaces where I thought love was quietly growing. Perhaps that was my greatest mistake Mistake your ordinary for something my heart believed was extraordinary.

A collection of poems and late night thoughts, from the brain of a girl who has clearly lost her head.

A poetry collection about love.

a short collection of scattered imagination verbalised into words. a love story in different parts. ©️ all poems belong to me. - cover: honeysuckle illustration from vectorstock - i do not own any of the pictures in this book. HIGHEST RANKS - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 🌼 #1 in puisi 🌼 #2 in poesie 🌼 #7 in sajak 🌼 #8 in prose

A collection of my poems...The thoughts that I can't say out loud so I spilled them on paper...

A series of poems I wrote beginning in eighth grade and spanning until... now.

a collection of short dramatic poems about loving too hard, feeling too much, and trying not to drown in your own mind. for the girls who go quiet and call it healing. for the hearts that mistake silence for goodbye. for anyone who has ever mourned someone who was still there.

You planted sweet kisses on my skin, then dragged a cold blade across the surface. You poured the finest grains of salt on my wound, then left me all alone. --- Hello, welcome. Here is where I spill my thoughts.

poems about life, love & identity.

various poems on identity and some citrus fruit based introspection ------------------------ cover- made by me -------- *don't forget to vote and comment :)

mindless poetry and rambling descriptions (by me)

A poem on loss, love and hope. To live is to see the light in darkness, to flow with the tides of time.

❝The calm in my marrow spoke in muted bursts of fireworks. I was born for explosions and trying to be less.❞ Over the past decade, I've written poems, books, short stories, fanfiction and hundreds of thousands of words, but nothing felt complete. This collection of selected works was meant to be my final offering- the only thing ready for posthumous publication. Blood Orange Periphery includes poems written in the months preceding the end-that-didn't-happen, some of my best teenage scribbles, and journal entries that chronicle the transition from death-planning to recalibrating life.

A compilation of Arabic poetry, mainly surrounding Islamic themes . Care has been taken to ensure the most accurate translation is given. Suggestions are appreciated. . #1 in supplication #1 in islamicpoetry

Soulmates are overrated. Right? To Lance, no way. But of course he's gotta fit in with the crowd and just date any pretty girl he sees. Keith on the other hand, is just too nervous in general to respond to his soulmate. When both boys end up as roommates in college, their lives will take unexpected turns. DISCLAIMERS: I do not own Voltron or any of the characters. Also, the cover art is not mine, but I couldn't find the name of the artist. If you know who it is PLEASE let me know so I can credit them correctly.

A collection of words my mind spilled ... writing them down helped me and maybe they could help you too or at least serve as entertainment (Warning: There are also darker themes incorporated)

Every feeling. Every thought. Every dream. Every word. You.

"A voice, not an echo." At the Echo Awards, we want the emotional, the raw, the moving. We want everything you're afraid to share. We want the truest things you know how to say.