I'm Creating Poems Now

My Poem Discography

I boldly entered this blog announcing, 'Everything I create, is shit,' which essentially was a hat off to not being so perfectionist towards my creativity. After a week of creating what I truly love, I am feeling more inspired every single day. I am re-entering my creative era, railroading my way towards publishing a book this year, and creating poems. The following blog post is dedicated to my poems.

Firework

there's nothing to wonder

when the fleet of beauty 

shatters across the dark sky

for a second, a night in summer

fades only a black lie

 

Wishes

I wish I wasn't tall enough for rides at the amusement park because I am sick of 

tiptoeing around this carousel of thoughts, I am unable to get off of

when the twinkle-light rhythm becomes dizzying like angels judging from above. 

I wish I wasn't brave enough for this roller coaster that takes my fear to its

height before dropping into a blackness of twists and turns of thoughts that never stop

when the sound of excited screams becomes muffled ringing in my ear during the drop. 

Contrast

I never would classify myself as a poet, however, I have enjoyed the poems I have created so far with themes regarding grief, anxiety, journey of life, time, age, and travel for a few examples. I even challenged myself from another Instagram page's concept of writing a poem with contrasting feelings that I did on the spot. The two feelings I chose were grief and relief.

burdened without you
the hallow grief in my heart
as I reach the fifth part
acceptance.
living without you
now smiling at the sky
there can be relief in my good-bye.

                                                                             

I don't know if my poems are any good, like I've mentioned 'everything I create is shit' because at the end of the day what does it matter the level of greatness? Not because it isn't great, but because of the pressure I've put on myself to be great, tearing me down when I feel as though I've felt short: from a lack of likes? not enough views? nobody commented? Greatness isn't measured by a number, but perhaps a feeling. 

Travel

This next one, shown to the right, was created from a fortune cookie I opened in November 2024 that told me I would be spending time in a foreign country soon. I love these silly live coincidences of life, but I knew I would be moving countries, but I was dealing with immense feelings of depression as well as acceptance in the months leading up to my move. The summer before, I was in Budapest searching for jobs to stay there, when my dad passed away back home as a big shock. I was home for 4 months, selling my childhood home, attending the funeral, and facing intense emotions of what it would be like away from home again with the sadness of not having my dad in my life anymore. 

Martil, Morocco 

from a plane, i landed

following an intuition, I was handed

where the sea meets the shore

bustling streets like a dance floor

a city of unknown

my discovery map within their stone

i ended up here. 

Badlands National Park, United States

Another quick one I wrote about travel, using inspiration from a photo of my own travels to the Badlands National Park in the United States. This was a quick one, as I gazed upon 2 strangers on the top of a hill enjoying the sunset views and experienced. We passed them going on opposite paths: us coming down and them going up. I felt surreal in the moment capturing this photo so perfectly showcasing the simple things of life, enjoying a hike. 

'how delicate the journey to get where you are today.

how miraculous and brave, every step your own screenplay.'

Time

The next one I am going to share, I really enjoyed creating because it dives into an existential issue that I face. It's a poem that I have no idea if it will be understood, but that can all be developed later as I get better at poetry. I love diving into this topic as my own way of trying to understand what it means to be a human on planet earth. I am not trying to sound like a nutjob alien lover but honestly, what the hell am I doing here?

there's no time without movement

since beginning descent, only falling 

when the clock kept stalling

how to reflect.

as i went, losing where i was

floating amongst dust because

i'm intertwining an endless effect.

Age

The last poem I am going to share, I wrote in honor of being 25 years old. The media infiltrates so much pressure on us getting older from a negative standpoint whether it's plastic surgery, wrinkles, limitations, or fear for example. Honestly, I don't give a rat's tail if I am older, isn't that the whole point? I mean, what an honor it is to be born, live, and die: that's kind of the whole point. I mentioned earlier the crisis of 'what the hell am I doing here?' and I could fight all day to give it purpose, but it feels more natural to just leave it as 'I am here.' That's it. I am here to be born (got that done already), live (working on that), and die (guaranteed experience). Anyway, that's my ted talk. Live your life, get wrinkles, die content because there's no way to avoid it. 

if 100 if the goal,

quarter it 

for my soul to commit.

for my heart 

to blossom the beat,

they won't be apart

I'll wait to be complete. 

So, there we have it. These are all the poems I've written and why, not like anyone gives a shit about the shit I created, but maybe one day. I enjoy writing my experience and thoughts out, so realistically that's all that matters. I have 6 official Writing Raine poems and maybe I will work towards configuring them into a poetry book. I will have to work on the concept for how it would be as a layout and what it showcases. That would be pretty cool. 

I can't wait to create more poems, thank you for checking out my work. 

Signed,

Writing Raine