Spilledpoetry Stories

when will the death of one come, who has the pain of making choices ? © -ewhumans (2024) lowercase intended

Dear Future me, Here are the things that have happen to you and these events are going to make you stronger from it all. Best wishes, Past me (This is a collection of...

This is my weary ink that seeks to be immeresed in galaxies through written words aquiver. ? . Hope you enjoy your stay in between my scribblings. ✌ Stay tuned for more...

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*jaan tou vi wad tenu chone ah*

A collection of spilled poetry.

The Art of Humanity is a work of extensive poetry and prose dedicated to walking the various paths in life that every human on this planet can relate too . This book is...

Just a collection of poems and quotes I find or make up just because okay...

and what is it that holds us back from feeling the things we want to feel doing the things we want to do loving with all of our soul mind body a mix of my own poems and...

poems from high school some of these can also be found on my tumblr, https://personalskeletons.tumblr.com

POE2 | ❝i've been travelling in the desert of my mind and i haven't found a drop of life, i haven't found a drop of you.❞ ..... in which she's addicted to escaping reali...

This book is another set of poems I personally thought of and written about. I hope everyone enjoys it.

Every artistic thing we see has a story. Every story has an experience of learning.

'Not all who wander are lost'

"She wears the stars in her eyes, And consumes the moon to her lungs," ... Pretty Musings is a combination of proses of umpteen generes and poems that depends...

A collection of my writings. | People write because no one listens | Follow my Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/scatteredrevelations *** Please do not use any of m...

"Life is made out of little moments like these."

My collection of original poetry writings where I'd write way past my bedtime.

you hold my attention without even trying. . . . . . . .:no longer - 03*26*2018:.

Another Poem ? Yes. Thankyou.