Asmanjas
04/11/2018
Asmanjas is a poem about letting life take its course while observing how the less ideal situations turn out to be better than the perfect ones.
Poetry
All Poetry Archive is a broad category. It houses all the poems posted on InkSpilledPapers. The poems entertain a variety of subjects from Love, Life to Dreams and Fantasy.
The category archives a collection of short and long poems for readers looking for relatable poems. They are easy to understand and connect with. Written by a budding poet and writer, they are full of raw sentiments.
Personal yet Enjoyable
Written as an outlet for personal feelings, these poems are close to the poet. They are published with a sole purpose of entertainment. Enjoy them with a cup of hot coffee.
There’s Variety
Subject other than love and modern day romance can found in this category. The poet is about variety, since composing poems is all the poet loves, they intend to keep it lively, even at the Archives of Collection of Poems.
Navigate through and enjoy the archives of Blotted Papers by Kaaya Faye.
Psithurism
28/10/2018
I wander around in my flip-flops Wondering about the world And myself As I pass by people and places. Wondering what was all of this In the era of black
Mors Tua Vita Mea
23/10/2018
I know he’s here Hiding in the cellars of my rib cage In the spaces between my vertebrae Glued to my muscles And every ounce of my blood. Doubt. “Mors
Lay Back and Chill
19/10/2018
In a world That shouts and screams “Hustle! Hustle! Hustle! Do not be ashamed Of giving yourself time Lay back and chill. Staying in a family That expects and dreams
Ground
16/10/2018
/ɡraʊnd/ verb: 1. prohibit or prevent from flying. They ask me to “keep my feet on the ground” Be shy about being appreciated Lest I’ll be too confident I’ll be
Abyss
01/10/2018
Eyes closed, I was asleep. And in my sleep i heard the door fly open. Bang! My eyes flashed wide awake “Who is it?” I stuttered in fear Half audible,
Wrapped Up in Myself
26/09/2018
I’d rather trace my fingers Through the map You drew on me last time Than wait for you To miss them again. I’d rather mark My own territories Than wait
The Apocryphal God
22/08/2018
Like thoughts post mid night The fables flow Praising someone, something, or somewhat Who knows? Immortal, unseen, and abstract Like a ghost Omnipresent, controlling, and uppity A mad dictator or
Delirium – A Vague World of Existence
09/08/2018
Delirium – A Vague World of Existence Definitions Certainty And Facts Spending days deriving meaning Out of absolute nonsense Living life as an inquisition Every other opinion – an offence.
Incertitude
25/07/2018
The love that was And the love that is The days that have passed The chances that went amiss Hours running fast Minutes that standstill The ever-blowing breeze And these