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 | MAY GARNER | AVAILABLE ON AMAZON!    This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly you begin to forget I ever existed. All of me - the parts of flesh you never quite learned to love slips quietly down the drain. I am waiting for the day your fingers unscrew the pipes, dig through the mess, scrape your heart against rust, just to find me again, so we can do it all over. Here, in these pages, I find myself. In ink pressed against my flesh, I whisper the sadness, the heartache, the decay meant for all the unspoken.    A Poetry Collection by May Garner. Original poems regarding real life experiences. Cover created on Canva. 2026. Melancholy copyright © May Garner. 2026. All Rights Reserved.