Spilledthoughts Stories

♚ ❛ Juliet, Tell me what is it like to vanquish - When you tossed the coin, And stepped on the battleground, With the accent of swords. Still you stand, Hands dripping o...

the human emotions

Brevity is one of the most compelling and beautiful aspects of poetry. I am always fascinated by the ability of a poet to distill thoughts, ideas and emotions into words...

"so, tear and be torn my darling, let the sun see your bones. i promise when you are done you will be anew and beautiful and loved." From the author of "T...

Tips for writing better poetry

I can't see past you, But i'm too scared to make a move! A short book of poetries that you can relate to ig? By- Krishtastic (Krishna) (#1 on newera) (#1 on spilled thou...

Unfiltered thoughts, depressive, happy, maybe quotes and poetry and a bit of greek stuff. Everything that goes through my mind and every feeling. A collection of everyda...

*Only read this poem if you want to become sad* I'd written this poem when I was being mentally abused on a daily basis. I was fascinated with the idea of death but at...

A collection of poems written by a love sick soul.

The hopeless romantics write Eternal songs of delight "Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; ...

A collection of poetry and spilled thoughts of a girl too scared to say any of it in real life

My cover . My poem . My account . My feels . Thanks boo

Poetry, written in the dead of night or on a crowded bus.

little poems that'll somehow explore my journey, I guess

Basically some short stories/drabbles/oneshots revolving around a certain color, since I've been in a writing mood lately and also an aesthetic mood. Cover found on Pint...

I tried to keep quiet, to stop placing pen to paper but sometimes at night if I didn't, sleep wouldn't find me. There is something about being a writer; it lives in you...

As you look to find your way in life where do you look to? Do you find your healing in the grass, the sand, or do you find it in the cold snow at winters beginning? Wher...

"how can I throw the pain when it is inside my skin" A collection of short poems. Welcome to my chaotic mind.

You didn't have to leave the way you did, but you did it anyway. "I'll see you later," you said. It's been 1,167 days and I've been waiting ever since, like th...