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Volume twenty five. Nothing gold about this volume. Only bleak outlooks and burning bridges. I am the only absolute and honest news source. This will be a journaling of concourse through sin and its conductors. This will burn what needs burning. No AI here in. But bots will be harmed.

Lara is head over heels for Manon. Writes a series of Letters/poems to her in her notebook that she never sends out of fear of being vulnerable, so she just hides them in the darkest depths of her drawer. Very short chapters btw. Idk how many chapters there's gonna be

MELANCHOLY | MAY GARNER | AVAILABLE ON AMAZON! ⋆˚𖤓˖° This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly you begin to forget I ever existed. All of me - the parts of flesh you never quite learned to love slips quietly down the drain. I am waiting for the day your fingers unscrew the pipes, dig through the mess, scrape your heart against rust, just to find me again, so we can do it all over. Here, in these pages, I find myself. In ink pressed against my flesh, I whisper the sadness, the heartache, the decay meant for all the unspoken. ⋆˚𖤓˖° A Poetry Collection by May Garner. Original poems regarding real life experiences. Cover created on Canva. 2026. Melancholy copyright © May Garner. 2026. All Rights Reserved.

let me. let me begin. let me begin again.

These are the letters, I wrote beneath the moonlight, the words I never dared to send, to the one who will never read them. But still, I write. I bleed. I remember.

(Age of Replacement Book I) In an ancient world taken over and partitioned by an intelligent civilization of monsters, a young boy in Baghdad soughts to take revenge for his family from Parvazira , The civilization's "Prime One" ,who has genocidal ambitions of her own.

I fell for the warmth that knew it wouldn't last.

The city of thorns glowed with electric sorrow.

A collection of poems from when life got real too fast. Most are sad, some are messy, but they're all me and the thoughts I can't escape at 3am

Volume twenty-four. A collection of poetry. A journaling, if I may. Much of it off top. Brain to the page. Also some revisions of more recent works. Maybe a short story. No AI anywhere herein.

Writing micro-poetry-no long descriptions, I'm exhausted these days.

{🏆🥈Versification 2026 Grand Daily Prompt Runner Up} Some stories don't end - they linger, like April rain on quiet days. 𝑨𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂 is a collection of moments that exist in the in-between - where beginnings feel uncertain, endings arrive softly, and emotions refuse to fade completely. Each poem captures fragments of connection, loss, growth, and quiet realization, unfolding like petals that never fully close. This is not a book of perfect endings. It is a book of almosts, echoes, and afterglow - of feelings that stay long after they should have left. Step gently into 𝑨𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂, where every page holds a piece of something once felt, and never entirely forgotten. This collection contains poems written for Versification by Wattpad Poetry Ambassadors profile @Poetry. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in its original, safe, form, please go to @moonlightxmysteries on Wattpad. Thank you. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏

"A soft heart like the pattern of life, beautiful memories to live by..." A collection of pieces of poetry that I composed with my heart over the years. From all about love to heartbreak, to death and grief, and scattered diversities. I'm just one of many or thousands. This isn't just some simple poetry. This is a kaleidoscope of creativity, deep thoughts, wonders, truth, and stray words created into poems, all wrapped into one collection. This is my book of poems; composed pieces of my heart. *Complete, but may add new pieces here and there when new pieces are written or if an old piece I'd written growing up is found, it will be shared.* Award Mentions: *Round 3 Qualifiers Part 2 in the Amby's 2025 Contest*

Dear Diary, Today, I remembered that crowns are not made of gold. They are made of survival. They are forged from girls who were told to be quiet but learned to speak. From women who were told to be less but became more. From hearts that broke, healed, and found the courage to beat louder than before. They called her dramatic when she spoke. Difficult when she questioned. Rebellious when she refused to bow. So she picked up a pen. the Queen Diaries is not a story of princesses waiting to be saved like damsel in distress. It is a collection of poetic diary entries written by queens - queens who were never given thrones, only battles. Queens who have been silenced, underestimated, broken, healed, and reborn. Through intimate confessions, silent battles, fierce rebellions, and quiet moments of hope, these pages explore feminism, womanhood, identity, resilience, self-love, and the lifelong journey of becoming. These are not merely poems. They are confessions. They are revolutions. They are crowns woven from words. Each entry is a fragment of a kingdom built from courage. Some pages carry heartbreak. Some burn with rage. Others bloom with healing and hope. Together, they tell the story of women refusing to shrink themselves for the comfort of others and discovering that their power was never something the world could give - or take away. This is not a diary of fairy tales. It is a diary of survival. Of resistance. Of becoming. So, turn the page. You may find pieces of yourself between the lines. Because every scar is a chapter. Every voice is a revolution. Every woman is a queen. Welcome to the Queen Diaries. A queen is waiting to tell her story. Perhaps, she is you. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in its original, safe, form, please go to @moonlightxmysteries on Wattpad. Thank you. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏

Not part of "The Human Ache Series" This is a poetry book that is completely personal. I write poems to help cope with feelings. And the book I'm currently writing has a specific theme so I can't exactly vent in it. So you can consider this book a vent poems book. The poems in this are free verse poems (or sometimes rhyming) where I just rambled about how I was feeling. I might professionally organize this book once it finishes but I do not intend to now so it'll not have any intros or symbolism explanations for now. I'll just use it to write my feelings when I'm overwhelmed (which I am very often).You may not take it seriously or even consider it a part of my writings so far. I might also use this book to write poems for contests and stuff in the future.

heaven is a place on earth with you

Original poems under 50 words. All work within are my original creations. I'll try to keep this clean.

A collection of poems and quiet reflections, written in the hours when the world sleeps and the heart begins to speak louder. These pieces wander through love, pain, healing, and the emotions we carry within us-those rarely spoken, but deeply felt.

a collection of tortured thoughts.

When the mist subsided, your eyes found me again.