{Spoken Word Poetry} Where Do We Go From Here
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Ongoing, First published Jun 29, 2024
{This will be the description of this spoken word book when published, possibly altered by the time the official book is out. The spoken words I post here are maybe only half of the numerous spoken words I have prepared for the book.}

Nikia Bella takes us on a journey through her heart and soul, captured in her, sometimes broken, cadence of spoken word. This collection of poems explores the raw and unfiltered emotions that bind us all. 
With "I Cry" diving into a world where tears are shed for the beauty of art, passion of music, and the tender connections we share with each other.  Then "Our Bodies" delving into the intricate dance of our physical existence, an ode to the intimate moments that our bodies hold. 

Each poem in this collection is a testament to the power of words to heal, inspire, and connect. Let these verses wash over you, resonate within you, and perhaps even move you to tears, as you navigate the complexity of human emotion.

{Cover by Nikia Bella}
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𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 ➙ 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺

94 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.