Denial & Bliss
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  • Reads 440
  • Votes 59
  • Parts 20
  • Time 6m
Complete, First published Mar 09, 2018
~In watty longlist 2018 ~

An attempt to create, and explore the crevices untouched.

Be part of my poetry journey, as I attempt to rediscover parts of me, parts of you and an inexplicable bond one shares with words.

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Denial & Bliss is a collection of short poems that borders between mildly heart-breaking scenarios and its acceptance of conflicts arising from loneliness. It aims to capture different facets of human despair and evoke neo-noir imagery, and tries to be intentionally unsettling and jarring with its rhyme scheme on certain occasions. 

The collection opens with "Mortal Shell with rust", a poem describing pain due to heartbreak and unfaithfulness and how it kills your spirit. It continues to explore the narrator's wish to be separated with "Explorer", and relive her experiences to understand her feelings with "End", "Muted Wails", and "Infinitely Close". 

The point of view begins to shift from "Scared", where the reason of insecurity & ache stems from what people now perceive her as. The narrator's struggle to heal is apparent in "shards" and attempt to move on in "Breathe me in." The collection ends with "Evolve", one of the shortest poems in the collection which evokes its namesake as it all comes to end.
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MELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. SOON TO BE A PUBLISHED PAPERBACK. COMING 2025! 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.