Spilledthoughts Stories

From 2015-2016 I forced myself to write a poem every single day. The end result was 365 poems. Here is just a handful I could stand to share.

Pieces inspired by different individuals...

I just write how I'm feeling and what I'm thinking hoping some people will find themselves in it.

A quiet reflection of a girl learning to return to herself piece by piece, breath by breath. This poem speaks of softness that survived storms, love that learns boundaries, and the gentle strength found in remembering who you are without apology. It is about healing, self-recognition, and becoming whole again without needing to be loud about it.

These proms explain the thoughts rushing through my mind, They explain my love, Tears, And everything I have done up until now, My wish is for my poetry to reach out to my readers and bring peace and joy to them, So please, Read every line carefully, For they hold a story within, And know you're not alone. Love, 𝓛𝓲𝓵 𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓬𝓪𝓴𝓮

❝ but this time i will not be lifted from the realms of this catastrophe, this time i will be dipped into the honeyed lox of this saccharine thought; drowning in the depths of the wilted tulips that have not ever to sprout. look at these alstroemerias that blossom from the words that spill from my bleeding heart and plum stained lips; apple juice coating the rim of this glass of champagne in which these sinful creatures drown with their blistered wings. now watch as i am coaxed by the orbs of lavender bruises with hands wrapped around my neck.❞ • my abstract poetry book. lowercase intended. ©️ copyright 2020 nazahace - all rights reserved.

⚘ Welcome to my world of poetry, quotes and thoughts. ❥ Emotions are my ink ( My World of Words ) ⚘ I have collected some words, put a little spell on them and send it to your heart ~♡ ❥ Because the magic is in me, and the magic is in you. ⚘ Together let's get lost inside the beautiful colours of world. ❥ Love&Believe. ❀❀❀ |Wattpad Featured Story: Featured by STORIES UNDISCOVERED; Poetic Marvels (for the month of June 2022)| 🍀This is the book of spill poetry by Anu Ocean. Date published: 11th August, 2019 cover design© @anu_chan_ ©anu_chan_

A poem about finding yourself by Kyrae.

A collection of poems written by a love sick soul.

This is a collection of emotions that were never spoken out loud. A journey through broken moments, silent nights, and the invisible weight of pain we all carry at some point in life. Each piece in this series reflects a fragment of the heart- shattered, lost, and slowly learning to breathe again. It is not just about heartbreak... it is about surviving it. About sitting with your silence, understanding your tears, and slowly turning pain into strength. Because healing is not sudden. It happens in fragments- quietly, gently, and beautifully. And sometimes... a broken heart doesn't end. It begins again. 🌙

You think you've survived, yet something still pulls you toward the ache. You soothe your heart, whispering that it's nothing - soft, light, harmless. You convince yourself it's free will, strength of mind, a calm command. But it's a bitter fruit stuck in your throat - neither swallowed nor spat out, only lingering in pain. You try to smile though your lips tremble from exhaustion. You look into the mirror, asking: Do I pierce through it, or does it pierce through me? You reach out to yourself, touching your own solitude, only to find a blurred reflection. You ask your torn heart, How much endurance do you have left? Life keeps coming for you - relentless, unapologetic. It hurls you against the wall, only to bend you halfway, then forces you to rise again, like a sword reclaimed. You spin within your own orbit, watching repetition tighten its grip. You lose, you are lost, you search. It's a revelation without clarity - like a theft in broad daylight by a blind thief. And then, a faint light disturbs you; you fear it might expose you. You stand on the edge of dawn - and extinguish it. Still, you keep trying.

Just some random glimpse of emotions and scenarios running through my head.

my words , written specifically to alter to your own definitions. Only YOU would know what this means. You may read this however way you like , front to the back , back to the front , starting off at a random page maybe. However you like . These are my words for you.

Well these are poems I've written and in various topics (basically my whole diary so, have a good day) ☺️ / LGBT+ 🏳️‍🌈

Annotation: The town where I was born... It had become more of a stranger to my heart, although the more I explore, the more I discover. It had been old for this whole time and, as I feel, hasn't even been entering a new epoch, full of opportunity to develop and grow. Kleidmann, as chained to the past as it used to be, however, has had some plans on me ahead. For I, the mere one who hadn't visited this place for aeons in my view, wishing to catch that pure, innocent feeling of nostalgia, instead...stumbled upon a secret which grew darker the deeper I dug...

Another Poem ? Yes. Thankyou.

Rhyming thoughts. Spilled words. Random Poetry.// 8/7/16 - Hi. First of all, to those who have read the first ever poems I posted here and also those who plan to read this collection - thank you so much. Knowing that a few of you out there read or even tolerate my words means a lot to me. However,I had just realized that this collection has gotten off of its sort of thing. I plan to rearrange everything and add a few new poems too. So Rhyming thoughts mifht have big changes, or not. It depends...On what it is, I don't know.

My thoughts ink out the sunflowers in my life. Inspired by Rupi Kaur's poems. if writing can help her heal, maybe it can help me too.

kinda different from the stuff i usually write but im sorta happy with it. (i know i know shitty title)

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