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@infinitewordsonpaper

Sometimes I get inspired by a feeling, a memory, a song, a book, ordinary things I observe in my day that sparks something. Sometimes the words wander into fiction, sometimes they don’t. Don’t ask me why. I have yet to figure that out for myself. All I know is that poetry helps me to make sense of being human, and my words are a part of me as much as they are of everyone who has ever loved, lost and believed xx

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@sad.line.thoughts

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@belezaangel

Thank you, merci, obrigada, muito gracias..... ©️BelezaAngel. . Pieces Of Me by yours truly is now available on Amazon in Kindle and paperback format. Link in my bio above! . . #poems #poetry #poetryofinstagram #poetryisnotdead #sensual #sensualpoetry #belezaangel #rosanewport #piecesofmethepoetrybook #amazon #goodreads #mustread #book #canadianauthor #canadianpoet #womenwhowrite #words #writingcommunity #wordgasm #wordporn #writtenword #spilledink #spilledinkpoetry #poeticsighs at The Coves At Grand Lake

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@ullistanwaywriter

I am stripping away the illusionary fabrics of my old story. To find my truth. I spread those angelic wings & I promise myself to live the best damn life I can. Because. I remember my superpower to choose me. And. I’m worthy of all the brilliant love I give. I happily ever after cut those energetic cords to all who no longer serve my highest good (if ever). I’m going on a inner shadow demon quest to discover my boundaries (currently hidden underneath heavy & muddy soil). I am unafraid. And I’ll leave no stone unturned on this epic & courageous journey back so me. {That’s it}. #wings #mantra #healing #journeybacktome #writer #spilledink #ullistanway #heartrehab 📷 Shutterstock.com/Unverdorben Jnr.

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@sad.line.thoughts

💖?? 👑👌Like + comment + share 👑👌 👑👌Like + comment + share 👑👌 👑👌Like + comment + share 👑👌 👑👌Like + comment + share 👑👑😋💦 . 👌 💖More heart touching thoughts& Follow Me 💖👌👌 @sad.line.thoughts @sad.line.thoughts @sad.line.thoughts @sad.line.thoughts @sad.line.thoughts @sad.line.thoughts @sad.line.thoughts 👇👇 🔔Turn On Post Notification🔔 . .👇use my hastags👇 💖 #sadlinethoughts follow back ,best shayri, 😆😆 heart touching lines, quotes 😍😍 ,keep following me, 😍😍😘 😘 #wecanhealus #writersofindia #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #poetryisnotdead #writing #lovepoem #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #instapoets #igpoets #bymepoetry #poets #wordporn #omypoetry #instapoem #igpoetry #madewords #wordswithqueens #wordswithkings #poetry #poems #spilledink #poetryofig #poemsporn #writersnetwork #wordgasm #poetrypornquotes💔bondoflove❤

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@_poetry_2527

No matter how far you go Our hearts will beat the same This distance can’t affect the love we have/had ❤️ Art by - @muhammedsalah_ #poetsofinstagram #poets #poem #love #lust #nakedbodies #loyalty #trust #nakedink #inkspillingsouls #spilledink #drunk #followforfollowback #likeforlikes #follow4followback 🌹

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@dazedpoetry

Ride or die.

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@trafficlives

Traffic Lives | Reflections written by Isha Mohadikar (@wanna_peace_) _______________________________ Reflections : A category that reflects life through profound thoughts within 40 words ________________________________ #trafficlives #TL #spreadfaith #writersofig #qotd #blogger #wordpress #selflove #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetrycommunity #poetryisnotdead #write #writersofinstagram #writingprompts #wordporn #spilledink #wordsmith #blogging #wordgasm #message #indianwriters #note #instawrite #quote #wordstoliveby #independent

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@s.k.shah18

Ubiquitous (oo-b-kvi-shas) - being present or available everywhere at all the time. #quotes #writer #poetry #writeups #snippets #spilledink #motivation

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@monadreams.19

Express! Show them that you care. Tell them that they’re not ever alone, that you’ll be there whenever they need you. Love is the answer to all solutions. Be kind. Spread love. 🥰💎 . . . . . . #poem #poetry #words #write #writing #writeup #writingprompts #poet #poeticlife #wordporn #writinglife #writersofinstagram #poemsofinstagram #poemsporn_ #wordsofwisdom #wordwithqueens #spilledink #love #loveistheanswer #positiveoutlook #life

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@saynotoshiterature

The earth sends, Paper planes to the blue sky, These are letters of love, That her heart did cry. She asks the sun, Of the months that rain, She asks if she can, Ever see him again? Here the shadows lengthen, She writes in one, There is nothing here but pain, I long for the day you shall come. She sends them to the east, To the west and to the south, One to the north in the snows, And one to the river's mouth. Then she waits and prays, For the mild sun and cool clouds, For her letters to reach the sky, And make him crash like torrents on the ground. ______________________________________________ Penned by: Aboli Mane (@writer_abby) ______________________________________________ Follow: @saynotoshiterature for more and tag us in your posts.

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@poem_wars

~ "My body never learned how to dance. My body only knew how to hide." ~ by @vanessaa.emmaa ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• BLOOM is now available on Amazon!! 🦋 A poetry collection of over 75 poets from 25 different countries, it weaves a collective tale of grief, loss, and heartbreak, and tells of the journey back to the light. 🦋 LINK IN BIO •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

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@charlesthegreat81

I figured I release some thoughts I've had for a while. It's healthy to release. Holding on to them will eat you alive. The Super Blood Wolf Moon was beautiful! . . #poetry #poetrycommunity #poeta #ink #poetsofinstagram #poetrycommunity #writer #writersofinstagram #spilledink #ink #words #books #bookstagram #inspiration #motivation #igpoets #igwriters #vibes #quotes #memories #foodforthought #reminiscing #thoughts #poetsofig #writersofig #mythoughts

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@dr.sharpwrite

This is probably the single most important questions of them all. If you are looking to find your voice as a writer, you would want to dig deep and find the one thing within you that only you can tell. The first screenplay I ever sold was a zombie comedy. Something I was not intending to write at all, especially not in this combination. But it all started with two things. One, I saw Tarantino’s death proof and it made me so angry that he got away with so much BS and two, I had made some ugly experiences within the industry (one of my stories just got stolen and I wasn’t getting paid). This then led to me writing a story where I basically blew off some steam. It turned out to be a dead funny story about an actor whose lifetime role was starring in an ongoing movie sequel about a zombie hunter named Fred. This zombie hunter had to go through a lot of humiliation until one day he had to face real zombies, because almost everyone on set had turned into zombies, literally. Within the story I took it all out on the industry and the business side of things, but I did hide it behind a very crazy story and some hilarious humor. The best part about it was that the industry than bought the screenplay and no one realized how much I was actually taking it all out on them. The moral of the story is this: Write what you feel. It is going to be the story that you’re not only very passionate about, it will also be the story that only you can tell. That’s when your voice will also present itself! Have you had a similar experience? Or any other anecdote? What are you most passionate about? Share below? #Writing #writer #screenwriting #screenwriter #screenplay #screencraft #filmmaker #filmmaking #writersnetwork #quote #stories #spilledink #writerslife #wordcount #writersedit #wordsmithing #amwriting #goodreads #igwriters #publishing #publishers #wordart #creativity #writerssociety #artsy #instaquote #poetic #life

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@mytinyglimpse

A moment captured in motion. Obscured and difficult to penetrate. But as I look deeper, something quite detailed is let loose from my memory. at Paris, France

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@wildheartthoughts

Don't underestimate me 🔥🔥🔥 #womanragefire #amandalovelace

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@girlz_factes

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@writing_it_right

Ready!

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@just.my.thoughts.and.words

“Escapes coursing through my veins. Daydreams captivating every word I speak. Releases flowing through my pen. Fantasy filling every thought. Wishes controlling my movement. Desires containing my conscious. Hopes flickering through my mind. Freedoms forming my living expression. I am power; I am fascination; I am complexity.” Harmonies // Escapes 1/3

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@just.my.thoughts.and.words

Harmony Number 2: Things that are detrimental to our physical wellbeing can sometimes be the best way to take care of our mental wellbeing, and vice versa. Harmonies // Escapes 2/3

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@just.my.thoughts.and.words

“Escapes coursing through my veins. Daydreams captivating every word I speak. Releases flowing through my pen. Fantasy filling every thought. Wishes controlling my movement. Desires containing my conscious. Hopes flickering through my mind. Freedoms forming my living expression. I am power; I am fascination; I am complexity.” Harmonies // Escapes 3/3

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@thewriterandhermuse

I have heard a lot that misfortunes, miseries or love makes you an artist. Though this is something I strongly vouch for, I believe there’s a particular talent hidden in all of us that ignites out at the time of need or utmost desperation. When we go through any ill-times in life, we resort to everything we can to help us out of the vicious cycle of self-deprecation we’re suffering from. This includes finding out what we have deep inside us. While some of us become writers, the others may become poets, painters, or so on. However, I personally feel that the introspection is mandatory at all times. You don’t need to wait for the perfect moment or heartbreak to bring out the side of you the world doesn’t know. When you’ve something that differentiates you from others or makes you who you are, don’t wait for the right time or perfect opportunity to avail it. Just trust the instinct and let it be. Understand who you are, and define yourself on your own. Don’t let the situations and particular moments in life overrule you as who YOU are! #TheWriterAndHerMuse #KainaatMaqbool #WritersOfInstagram #WritingsOfInstagram #PoetsOfInstagram #PoetryCommunityOfInstagram #IGPoets #MicroTales #MicroPoetry #InspirationalQuotes #QOTD #MotivationalQuotes #WritersFollowWriters #PakWritersCommunity #Anxiety #Depression #Workout #Meditation #Yoga #StayHealthy #BossBabe #SpilledInk #WritersDen

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@le_escapade

Welcome to the melancholic journey of escapade!! Where you'd not only find beautiful write-ups but also some flamboyant emotions. And what more about escapade? Is it an adventure? A journey? A feeling? Or an excitement of undefined levels? Yes! It is. All at once and more to what the dictionary can recite. Let's discover ourselves together. ❣ Follow us for more: @le_escapade #escapade #writer #writinglife #writers #poetry #writersofinstagram #creativewriting #poem #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #writingcommunity #writerscommunity #spilledink #wordgasm #wordsmith #igwriters #wordporn #sayings #quoteoftheday #quote #shortstories #quotestagram #quotestags #tales #goodreads #writersnetwork #wordstoliveby #happiness #read_n_follow

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@hiswriting

Just another sunrise away💯 . . . Artwork by the amazing @bael_art . . Follow @hiswriting for more 🔥

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@elleborwriter

******************************************* There’s a wedge between our names beyond the toilsome space that your footsteps left behind Much more than our wails and rebellion to return to each other, A dire caution takes shape Days akin to this I recognize familiar sentiments drifting along my body Searching for a way back inside their old home I’m always powerless befallen by your dominance Ceasing all of my efforts to find love that isn’t yours But you and I, we’re only message-bearers To tell everyone in our path The value of saying how we feel in moments when we could still make a difference In a way that we can be heard We were always meant to tell the world our story How beautiful it was How grim it ended The lesson of our ruin was the only thing free for our taking And the love, though great and matchless Belongs to no one, not even to us... Elle Bor

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@elleborwriter

************************************************************ I labored profoundly, at the writing of our history For I need to hold you even when you’re not here And my poetry is an infallible testament that it was real Elle Bor at Snoqualmie Pass

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@elleborwriter

TEARS DO NOT QUANTIFY MY STRENGTH *************************************************************It was troubling, your belief that I am weak As you pressed your hands across my chest Searching for courage that is already there Perhaps I’m damned by the way I fail to keep my heart at bay And how easy feelings muster a coup against my composed bearings Is it the deluge in my eyes that quantifies my strength? Or the face of gloom on the misty reflection? Because neither of those is an inkling To the actual battles exhausting my strength Today, there is a sense of peace, the way you came home to me Welling in clarity Mustering triumph against formidable adversaries Because you were finally shown how to appraise bravery outside of my tears And that’s all I’ve ever wanted, for something to teach you This magnitude of pain this tonnage of grief An enslaving and aching discernment A loss unequaled to this only love you could ill afford But I’m bereaved of content For you may have learned your lesson I just wish it wasn’t me... Elle Bor

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@elleborwriter

FULL PIECE BELOW ******************************************* Some deaths don’t leave corpses no indulgence of despair It’s simply an end a pain numbed from too much denial of mercy Perhaps a voice silenced by deaf ears The begging wilts the pads of her fingers Scratching doors unwilling to open So she marches in exodus to retreat deeper within herself Soon the whisper ceases Just the croak in her throat Counting sheep until sorrow blankets her in slumber Tomorrow she will not wake up at least not where the world left her They go to a place where the shadows become their mother, Her and the rest of the forgottens... ************************************************************ Layout created with @over app

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@elleborwriter

******************************************* Ahead of every sunset are young lovers perched on a barren hilltop Enfolded in each other’s embrace Gaping at the spectacle Not knowing it’s their last Then a man, and a woman somewhere in the periphery With quiet aches burning nostalgias off their tongues Praying they could turn back time When the chance was just right there In the heat and pulls of their chests Across them, Two old lovers riddled with greys in their hairs and withers on their skin Perhaps a manifestation of what could have been... Elle Bor

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@elleborwriter

Sometimes, we’re just too afraid to feel...

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@elleborwriter

FULL PIECE BELOW ************************************************************ Here we are, approaching the cusp of a new start Our failings conceded to the idea of redemption Making certain that we relish in this rare currency Forgetting that we are at the helm of our own change It is certainly enticing, the gift of starting over But let’s not forget That the merit of beginning almost always comes in the growing... Elle Bor

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@elleborwriter

Ten things I fear: 1. Small, dark, and enclosed spaces 2. My turn on the roundabout and 4-way stops 3. Airplane turbulence 4. The drilling sound at the dentist 5. Being exiled to outer space 6. Never mustering enough courage to dream 7. Dying before ever knowing how you feel 8. Dying before telling you the same 9. Forgetting who I am, forgetting it all 10. And only remembering who you are /ten things I fear, from least to most/ Elle Bor

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@elleborwriter

I haven’t yet found a way to burn your nostalgia off my tongue Elle Bor

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@elleborwriter

*************************************************************I watch the post clock run its hands Nine fifty-nine to ten Right before the ferry horn wails Charcoal pigeons startled away from their driftwood stoop It is uncanny, without effort How time rules No matter our protests to keep it still, we permit the phenomenon in painful resolve There aren’t many things I choose to defy But the ones that are, They’re often aligned with grave impossibility Such as fate, fear love and time of course I wish I could go back to the bellies of my past Use my words first before testing them in my mind Perhaps, if nothing else You’ll know how I feel And it calls to me a faint but thriving bellow Vociferating our names amid the howls of the surf We want it, the ocean’s retort But only the ones we want to hear No wonder why I’ve been waist deep in all the answers And yet, I cannot bring myself to understand See, I’ve been waiting for the day I’ll stop loving you When what I really needed was to accept that it will never happen But that there is a beautiful life placed in front of me Still so much much more to live for... Elle Bor

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@elleborwriter

It remains winter in parts of you that have forgotten how to love me Yet you long for my return Hiding it cleverly in plain sight with the hunger of a new born volture scouring for dead things in the grave of the living Elle Bor

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@elleborwriter

******************************************* I held him tighter that day in the very same moment you parked your gaze at me Her fingers weaved into yours my head cushioned by his shoulder And just before our elbows brushed in passing, Everything ceased but you and me Right there, we were clinging to kin sentiments imploring to the same god And we really could have Took each other’s hands and ran as fast as we could But the hourglass stopped its last grain of sand fell without warning Before courage takes another chance to pursue us And so we went, with the rest of the world Obeying the compass from the hands that held us But not before they pressed on our skin, the silent aches of our goodbye The loud rebellion told only by our eyes Our vow swept away by the roaring greeting of the monsoon I often think about it, that night we laid on the rust colored sofa deaf to the chaos within our periphery You said, “You’re the one I want to spend my life with.” How I believed it How much I felt the same And in some ways, our words remained true We will always have this thing between us a vast magnanimity wound up inside our fists The day you took her hand while I took his You see, I will always love you in this lifetime meant only to fight it.... Elle Bor

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@elleborwriter

I can never bring myself to love Christmas if it continues to honor your permanent absence. ************************************************************ At times, it is the light that deposits my body into the berth of cheap thread count Most nights , darkness relishes in forced admittance Parking its camaraderie at my bedside Its scabrous hands drawing monsters on the ceiling Feared by my naive and five year old eyes Not long enough, solitude comes invading the silence The only voice of storytelling I know of But I am too young to read the words inept to turn the pages As I muddle with confusion and paper cut fingers They loiter along my pitted stomach, my inanimate caregivers Until sleep reaches in and auctions me to the highest nightmare bidder And years go by I cry and cry for the hollow I never understood But learn and learn How to become the heroine who wields the sword to fight These limbs have slogged long enough to patron the horrors Of forceful forget How her touch felt on my skin Survival has hardened the surface of my exteriors It was always a gift It was always a curse Yet don’t be fooled, by these strapping fronts -our seemingly impenetrable barriers The belly laughters or the life that adorn our cheeks Don’t mistake the brilliance in our eyes nor the pedestal that nurtures our even keels For anything else other than to exist This victory has always been betrothed to defeat Us true heirs of pain Us, motherless children Elle Bor at Seattle, Washington

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@elleborwriter

********************************************* Don’t come back if you only could as a shadow of who you used to be Or in idle fragments Of the love you once gave fiercely Don’t come back not even as a friend Because I wouldn’t know how to keep you in my life if you can’t be the center of my world... Elle Bor at Seattle, Washington

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@elleborwriter

******************************************* There is a grievous rule in the universe, Blinding Deafening enthralled by our names Making certain of our cosmic intersection It’s infallible No matter what extraordinary affair it demerits I always have faith in it more than any belief I have more than I should You are this wild softness an unrivaled meal to my constant hunger And I fall, with ease towards the ocean often on your pillows of hollow promises sometimes at your glacial touch always to sharp blades awaiting the slitting of my belly in love in lust in fury in grief In spite of the “how’s” With you I fall I just do Elle Bor

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@elleborwriter

REMASTERED FROM MY BLINDING ACHE ************************************************************ Our story drifted with time With a thousand questions hanging on its tendrils No farewells Just a memory that refused to die A sound screaming at us from far away that every noise tried to drown Sifting through empty corners of the world, in search for remnants of our flame This. Our version of the end Or what should have been We finally found ourselves back where it began As if our absence never was Our spark, still earth shattering There, our hearts grappled in silence hearing all that were unsaid before Aching loudly for a chance to stay Yet all we have left now are goodbyes the obvious fate we denied from the start Now here we are, alone in this moment So we could teach ourselves a new way to see love That sometimes its greatest measure is simply to LET GO.. Elle Bor at Seattle, Washington

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@elleborwriter

We’ve always had an allegiance to the hurt that we could have made a home in here, if we wanted to.... ************************************************************ There in the fetid corner dimmed by our restraints yet illuminated by the candor of our skin, we come face to face Lips pressed together to guard what we mean against what has already been said I wait, you wait Testing our backbones to succumb unwillingly by its porous nature But the quiet succeeds our faces marred with resistance battling the eruptions in our chest How we shun the mouths of those who seek pleasure in pain I’m afraid to ask, for here we are and what does that make us? Elle Bor at Seattle, Washington

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@elleborwriter

************************************************************ Darkness sweeps away the crimson light wallowing in this meager subsidy of time and its prison There a body, paraded by the soft sand All mangled in blame and lack of purpose as a sunken ship in shallow tide This reach of despair, I hold in expertise all in feeling rather than in memory Defeated by the year’s passing as it lobbied for my demise This absolute nothingness, is all there is The battle has been won as all the voices have been lost But what if, something else grew? As I desperately toiled against the cracks on the desert floor There is hope Yes, hope Isn’t that still some sort of victory? Elle Bor at Seattle, Washington

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@elleborwriter

******************************************* There is an intoxicating luminescence how her eyes approach their beholder as if they certainly could pull every star from its death and revive fallen galaxies from their sink hole burials Simply by her gaze And when she smiles, its recipient could drown in kindness and its incursion Relishing in the quiet foray of the drumrolls in his chest Always with vibrance Always with grace Oh but when she loves, renders all that you know about the word forgotten and obsolete Disarming Maddening Placing habits of utmost significance in conscious abandon And when she’s gone her absence becomes a clout made in swords and tridents Voice hurling across the valley in recital of regret Haunting old lovers long after she leaves Launching wars from unwary males as if they were once amicable countries that were merely struck with famine by her looming departure All that will be in vain Nevertheless Her heart will plunge into corruption By him By his arresting lure It’s only a matter of time I anguish for her, this woman Befallen by his potent spell Unknowing of the paragon bound to her soul Of essence only worthy of vikings and warriors How do I caution her? For lifetimes ago, I was the damsel whose fate will inevitably become hers You see, I once had the completeness of myself But I lost it all by way of loving the same man Elle Bor

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