━━━ 💌🪽 ་༘⋆˚⟡ ❛ 𝗂 𝒃𝒆𝒕 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝒖𝒑 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗉 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝒎𝒆. ❜ ♱ ────────────── ♱ ✧₊˚⋆ ❪ 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑐 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑝 ❫ ⋆˚₊ ✧ © 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒃𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝜗𝜚 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟧 🐇

This is not pretty poetry. These are truths I was never taught to speak. Here lie the words I swallowed, the pain I buried, and the questions they told me not to ask. For the unheard. For the unseen. For the ones who feel too much in a world that tells them to feel less. I write for you. I write for me.

စိုင်းတည်တံ့ဉီး + နှိုင်းမြတ်ဘုန်း

တစ်ရံ ရောအခါ၀ယ် အလွန်လှပသော တိုင်းပြည်လေး တစ်ခုရှိခဲ့၏။ ထိုတိုင်းပြည်ကို ပန်းတိုင်းပြည်ဟု ခေါ်ဝေါ်ကြသည်။ ပန်းဆိုသော အမည် နှင့်လိုက်အောင် ပန်းတိုင်းပြည် စစ်သူကြီးတွင် ပန်းသစ္စာ ၊ပန်းမေတ္တာ ၊ပန်းကရုဏာ ဆိုသော သမီးတော် သုံးပါး ရှိသည်။ သမီးတော် သုံးပါးစလုံးမှာ အလွန်လှပသလိုတမူထူးသော အရည်ချင်း ကိုယ်စီ ရှိကြ၏။ တိုင်းပြည် အကျိုးကို ဆောင်ရွက်လိုစိတ်ရှိကြသည်။ မိမိတိုင်းပြည် အတွက် အသက်ကိုပင် ပဓနာမထားချစ်ရသူကိုပင် စွန့်၍ ပိုးတိုင်းပြည်၏ မိဖုရား အဖြစ်အမူထမ်းသူ ပန်းသစ္စာ။

You lied to get your answers. You painted me out as the bad guy because you can't find your answers. You made me believe I did things I never did. You tricked me into saying things. You led the narrative. You told me I did things because my heart was broke. They are all lies. I didn't do any of it. And one day the truth will come out and if it doesn't, I know my own truth.

The Poetic Realm Awards 2026 celebrates the voices of dreamers, lovers, and storytellers of the soul. Join, submit, and let your words shine - because in this realm, every poem has the power to touch hearts.

A book of poems I've constructed over the years, and currently, with each poem getting more recent and more interesting. Read till the end to see how a young poet changes both her tone and view of the world, and how she matures her writing. *The first 9 poems are older. Skip ahead if needed.*

لو دريت بحضني ما تدفّيت چان شعلتلك روحي وبيها إدفيك! ...... عراقية مثلية 18+

MELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. AVAILABLE IN PAPERBACK ON AMAZON UNDER 'MELANCHOLIC MUSE' BY MAY GARNER 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.

My old poems and quotes. Currently editing. Finished (2021)