Pocket Poetry
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  • Reads 306
  • Votes 38
  • Parts 7
  • Time <5 mins
Ongoing, First published Dec 31, 2014
Life is not always easy. Sometimes you need to hold onto the things that make your life meaningful to yourself. When it comes down to it, you are the only one that really matters.
At the young age of twelve I found myself on the streets with nothing. I had many aimless nights just trying to stay warm. I soon found that any talent you have can mean the difference between a tough night, or an easy one. I was an excellent gymnast, so I started doing back-flips for quarters to get money to eat at all the twenty-four hour greasy spoons around town. It was tough trying to figure out ways to be able to take up a table all night without getting the server mad at you. I borrowed a pen from a server and started writing on the napkin. after a few years (nine to be precise) I had a lot of poetry in my pockets.
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𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 ➙ 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺

100 parts Ongoing

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.