This collection of poetry and prose is all about my life, from the very beginning to very recently. It's a tale of my childhood, relationships of all kinds, all sorts of breakups, trauma, the ups and downs of being a teenage human, and the waves of healing. It has a part of my love for storytelling, as some of these are about characters I've made up, along with small stories inside of this book when putting specific poems together. I hope anyone who picks up on them and puts the stories together, thoroughly enjoys them. As you read you will see I put my love for nature in a lot of this, it wasn't by accident and most of these poems have been written while sitting alone thinking about nature and after coming home from hiking. I crafted this book as a way to get rid of this part of me, boiling up inside and turning it into something for everybody to enjoy. For me, this is the one place where heartbreak feels so beautiful.

↳ ❝ And I realise that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it's all in my mind ¡! ❞ ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ Poetry is an art that can touch the soul the same as music or even a heartwarming story. I hope to master that art. Join me in my journey to hone my skills.

a little poetry to help heal my heart and for anyone who is looking for something to relate to ♡

welcome to my collection of random things

Literally just a place for me to post random poems Attempting to keep them organized by nature/ theme Posting new ones when I have them or when I feel like it

A BOOK ABOUT POEMS!!!

"I know I'm sunk deep to this point To the point where I'm drowned Into this bowl of honey, I feel I feel like there's no other way out'' A collection of poems about love, admiration and fondness.

WLW Poetry (poetry dump)

MELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. AVAILABLE IN PAPERBACK ON AMAZON UNDER 'MELANCHOLIC MUSE' BY MAY GARNER This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love, drips down the drain. I am waiting for the day for your fingers to unscrew the pipes, dig through debris and mess, scrape your heart against the rust, just to find me, so we can go through it all over again. Here, in the pages I find myself, in the ink that writes against my flesh, I will whisper the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all of the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists.    First poetry collection in the series. Original poems based off real life experiences. #12 in poetry. Cover template made by @KaleidoGraphix on Canva. 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 copyright © May Garner. 2017. All Rights Reserved.