Witless Ways
15/08/2017
And I had decided to go back home To live in the comforts of my comfort zone In my city beyond the lakes and rivers In my town I had
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.
Le Chaos – Into the Mind of a Nihilist
23/07/2017
I can set the world on fire And call it rain. Find beautiful petals of rose In each blood stain. Hear the melody put finely in tune In every horrifying
Killed My Darling
19/07/2017
Killed My Darlings My Little darling,Why such remorse?Your eyes veiled in sorrow,And lips sealing a sob. Why my dear,There’s nothing to cry about.Do not fearThat you’re about to die. Come
Autumn
13/07/2017
Falling slowly, so lightly, those leaves Falling like hearts made out of feathers Happily crashing on to the ground Is it not love?
Reflections
04/07/2017
Reflections I looked in the city. I looked at home Nothing of her in my memories Nothing of her in my thoughts I looked for her in my reveries. Not
A Bottle of Whisky
25/05/2017
I open up the bottle and savour the smell, The medication to all men’s sorrow, Who am I to do any well? First port is full of disdain, Each drop
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08/05/2017
;Osmosis The hardest pain to endure,Is when the heart splinters.And all the depth of the seas,Couldn’t measure up to its agony. And the wind still blows; the sun still shines,Despite
Rose-Coloured Letters
05/05/2017
It’s been exhausting to write to myself, Over and done giving me my own help. Now it’s your turn to make me feel better, To not sing me songs
The Upbringing
27/04/2017
The Upbringings Taught to be good and niceTo elders, not the wise.Taught to be good and sweetTo all youngsters – kind or mean. Taught to be pretty and saneSensible in