UNPOETIC
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  • Parts 15
  • Time 38m
  • Reads 445
  • Votes 52
  • Parts 15
  • Time 38m
Ongoing, First published Dec 25, 2020
This collection doesn't have an arc to it, or a single theme or style. I simply write from my own thoughts and experiences to hopefully connect others to their own thoughts and experiences. But these poems are meant to create meaningful discussion just as they are meant to create art. I want different perspectives to find errors and contradictions in my work, just as all of us contradict ourselves. Life is never harmonious, which is just as it should be. In these poems I don't intend to stay away from "hot button" topics such as politics, race, religion, class, gender, sexuality, or anything else that separates us. I don't intend to change my feelings to suit those of everyone else's. I intend to stay true to myself the best I can, and it is a privilege to be able to share this with you all. 

"Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words" 
- Edgar Allen Poe
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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.