Spilledthoughts Stories

Spinning heads, racing heartbeats, sensitive skin and the poetry in between your thighs.

Some feelings don't know how to leave quietly. Clouds Inside My Chest is a collection of poems that live somewhere between love and loss, softness and collapse, silence and screaming. Each page feels like a storm you tried to name but never fully understood. Inside these poems, you'll find memories that blur like rain on glass, emotions too heavy to hold but too beautiful to let go of, and words that feel like they were written at 3AM when the world is asleep but the heart isn't. This book is for anyone who has ever felt too much and said too little. A quiet ache. A soft breaking. A sky full of things you can't explain. Written by Raven.

Head in the clouds looking to share my voice with whoever will listen.

Poetry about everything I didn't say the ones I loved. Everything I didn't tell the ones I cared Everything I didn't share

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.

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

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What can be explained is not poetry. ~ William Butler Yeats Cover design by @ubiquitously

My poetry

tbh I've been putting random and unexplainable things on my BTS scenarios Book so I'll just leave those here. its not BTS related but.. things I would put a members name on it

Dear readers, This is my collection of random poems that I've written recently. I hope these poems will catch your interest.

Things I don't say out loud.

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

I reached for the stars but it wasn't enough, you deserve the moon my love

that lifelong monologue of thousands stellar nights; the monologue i hide in my pillows once i close my eyes. IF A 9-YEAR-OLD WAS TELLING YOU A STORY OF HIS LIFE, WOULD YOU HOLD YOUR BREATH TO HEAR HIS SOBS?

The Quiet Parts of Me an open letter to the parts of me that stayed silent for too long. The Quiet Parts of Me is a collection of the words I never said, the feelings I learned to hide, and the quiet moments that held more than they should have. This is where the silence finally learns how to speak.

collection of poetry with themes such as love, mental health, loss, self love, and other things

faith brought me here to you.

My Mind : A place where thoughs are scattered over thoughts This Book : A place where I want to bring some collocation in them.