Ode to Never Ending Thoughts
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Ongoing, First published Oct 08
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Ode to Never Ending Thoughts is not just a collection of poems, but a journey through the landscapes of the soul. It weaves a delicate tapestry of emotions, where dreams and disillusionment, hope and despair, collide and intertwine. From the idyllic realms of A Journey Through Lands to the raw introspection of Fragments of Broken Mirrors, this collection explores the human experience in all its fragility and strength.

With each verse, the reader is invited to explore the boundaries between dreams and reality, to confront the storms that shake our inner worlds, and to find light in the fading twilight of hope. Through archaic and modern language, these poems are a reflection on love, loss, renewal, and the resilience of the human spirit.

This poetic odyssey mirrors the highs and lows of life, offering a contemplative space where every fragment of a broken dream carries the promise of a new beginning.

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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.