POETRY AND PROSE

all work is my own, unless stated otherwise.

i’ve been listening to a minimalist podcast and i opened up jennae’s book, #brightmindsemptysouls and this poem happened to be where my eyes ended up. 🍂 i want everything and everyone in my life to be intentional and valued. like jennae, and how i cherish our friendship ☺️🍂 #jennaececelia
running with wolves 🌱 #rainepoetry
(a longer post, might want to save it for later!) note to self: support your local friends; you're supporting their dreams, their passion. note to self: visit odd places, wander around and find beauty in staircases and yellow painted walls. note to self: don't forget to jot down that idea you had for a story. it might lead to a wild tale. note to self: stop hesitating. jump in. the rest will follow or fall behind. note to self: say silly words out loud, just to hear the smile on your lips in the air. note to self: welcome the autumn changes. cut your hair, again. let go of the things you no longer need. (let the wind take the fallen leaves away.) note to self: slow down. tomorrow is far away, you're still in today. focus on today. note to self: tell someone why you cherish them. note to self: get up earlier, routinely. but, have your sleepy days, too! note to self: send tea packages to friends. note to self: work on that next book, already. stop procrastinating. you have time. note to self: buy things ONLY if they have value. don't let things clutter up. note to self: more masquerade- ballroom music. less words. note to self: listen to a podcast that eases life, teaches you to listen and learn. note to self: you're a mess, but you're lovely. // what notes did you need today? 🍂 #rainepoetry
happy sunday 🍂 how are you? coffee or tea? current favorite tv show? what makes your soul smile? what helps you settle down? let's sit down and enjoy. 🍂
i found joy in looking up to see that the stars were made of string lights, and the air smelled like beer, barbecue, and smoke. it meant good. it meant: here, here there are open arms, there are wild stories, there are good memories. sure, the moment doesn't last forever, but it lasts just long enough for the soul to unwind. 🍂 #rainepoetry
i can't write this evening. but, i can breathe. i can breathe. and that's enough. open up the door. turn up the music. pour a glass of tea. light a candle. i can breathe. 🌱 #rainepoetry
i haven't posted a review in a while, and, reading this little blue book #coldsober was magic. ✨ so, here's #theresasopko's poetry book! 🌱 my review: i did not want cold sober to end. it was like reading into my own little mind. i highlighted and underlined so many parts, which i usually never do in books. every part resonated. i felt it all. there was love and self- love, there was the dreamy state of mind and the soft and slow dance you step into, late at night. i am beyond in love. i'm so glad i get to keep this book in my life. a masterpiece of poetry. many loving vibes to theresa sopko for blessing us with this sweet collection!
everything goes kind of dark, little shadows dance under my cold skin. does emptiness sink into my breath, and, does the light ever reach the bottom of a nightmare? sometimes, the bed sheets swallow up the moon. ah. all rough and twisted. 🍂 #rainepoetry
you are poison and i am cold. 🍂 (new string lights, woohoo!) ✨ #rainepoetry
"monsters in my bed" sometimes, the monsters crawl into bed with me. and, i tell them it's alright, there's plenty of room. because, for once, i welcome the nightmares. i no longer wish to be afraid. 🦇🍂 #rainepoetry
tell me a story about a cat that sips on the cream of the moon, and how the stars all tip toe into its bones. tell me why the skeleton man plays his guitar late into the night, with art painted on each bone. tell me something magical. something odd. something good. tell me a tale, spun with sugar and light— how often have you listened to the poems i wrote on my skin, the poems i wrote to the moon? 🌙 #rainepoetry

spoken word: this piece is about coming home to the woman i am becoming.