Spilledthoughts Stories

Every poem is a reflection of emotions left unsaid These are the words I held back And may be, the ones you've been holding back too

Been writing poetry for a while now, here's a bunch of the poems I've written. Some of them are included in my collection called "Love & All That Jazz" which w...

⚘ 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...

the human emotions

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

In one night, love came to me and my road began In a glance of a lifetime, another life began for me And passion calmly ran into me And the wind blew and through me far...

Things I don't say out loud.

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...

breakup is one hell of a muse ay

I love writing poetry, so this book would be a compilation of all my quotes, poems, ramblings, and whatnot. Basically just whatever comes into my head. Most of them are...

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

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...

The Earl of Memesbury... As ill as he had been for all those weeks. Nothing was ever able to heal him, and all in all...the disease was devouring him unforgivingly...ali...

Cleaner version of my "carrot" poems and my new poems. Possibly other cringeworthy creative works. Maybe a few memoirs? Enjoy! Most come from my journal. R...

"Creating words to form sentences of rage and unrequited love poems." -a tremendously sorrowful boy

My poetry

sometimes, what words come out i do not own; they belong to lonely souls, the universe, in stories they know but never told: I am just the messenger. ~ p. words i do not...

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...