Some Painfully Personal Poetry And Art
Honestly, these poems were never meant to see the light of day when I wrote them. I am not exactly a poet. I am however a triple gemini. I write when I need to release something that feels impossible. I write it when I can't speak it to another person articulated in the right way, and I write it when my voice memos aren't artistic enough. I realize it is only when I feel things so heavy and so deeply that they are bursting out of every energetic pore of my being. These pieces all come from different times, most over a year or few old; but ultimately, I feel like they all come down to an endless yearning and many periods of pain and isolation. They all breed off of one another.
I just saw FKA Twigs live for the first time this last weekend. She has been my creative inspiration for the last 12-14 years. I am not exactly sure what age I was when I found her, but I was certainly was too young to even begin to grasp the depth and raw emotion of her music and artistry. I used to play M3LL155X in the car on repeat so much my dad would have to finally beg me to change the playlist. The way I relate to her is something even too painfully personal for this post of my painfully personal thoughts and writings, but I share my connection with her as the means to me sharing and honoring my authentic expression with the world. Her body of work continues to inspire growth and passion in me every day even after all of these years. I watch her and think how good it must feel to be so expressive and alive and carefree in your own body. That is the meaning of this physical life that I am seeking. So here I am, ready to show myself to the world as this new person I've grown into, with all my lessons bundled up and falling out of this beaten suitcase I drag behind me. Anyone that sparks inspiration in others is a true artist. Everything we do is art. Everything we see, create and experience. Our bodies, our minds, our dreams. I think it's time for the world to become less gray. Less minimalism. Less trends. I want expansive conversations. I want culture and diversity and originality. We all need to get weirder with each other literally right now. Tell me what brings you pain and how you feel alone in a sea full of people. Share the way this music makes you feel color and what you open your eyes for in the morning. What makes you fall in love with a person and what wish did you last make when you blew out your birthday candles? We really are all just experiencing the same thing. We all want love and we all want to be seen. We need to be more open about it. The full range of our emotions should be more honored.
I definitely didn't come here to live at the end of a cul-de-sac where all of the houses look the same like on a Monopoly board. I didn't come here to work the same job until I am rotting in the ground wishing I could have seen more or made a bigger impact. I especially didn't come here to talk about triviality and end up in relationships that energetically bind me inside of a cage. Pretty much, this whole rant is just my validation to post whatever the fuck I want and forget about who see's it and what they may think. If anything, someone may think it's really cool and then go off to find their own voice and write a few words. It's time, as a collective, that we live unapologetically. We need to be fearlessly open minded. We need to lead more with our hearts. Our existence itself is a cosmic joke. The rules are all made up. Know yourself, know what lights you up, and share your beautiful, unique gifts with the world. This is all that Twigs has inspired in me since finding her as a teenager and I still feel the same peak inspiration from her art and voice today as if I had just discovered her, like the only gem in a bottomless mine.
Who really cares if art inspires life or if life inspires art. The chicken and the egg question is such a stupid dilemma. A waste of time. Art IS life and life IS art. Don't complicate it. Life is complex enough. Art is and will always be an act of rebellion. In a society where the gray is winning, creation becomes a manifestation of freedom. Every time you seek to create something, every time you express yourself openly and honestly, you are fighting a society that thrives off of monotony, depression, and disconnection. The evil people in control don't want you to create. They don't want you to feel free. Artistry of any kind is the easiest way to make your mark in the modern revolution. I have to believe that everyone is an artist of some kind. Experiment and go figure out what lights you up! I pray we all find an outlet that takes us away from all of the constant coping mechanisms.
I hope you enjoy my poems but know before reading that I do not write much alongside joy and bliss. Most everything comes from nights I can't sleep. The ones here are pretty on the light side compared to my darkest pieces. Lol. Honestly from the bottom of my heart, I am so grateful to have a platform to publish what is meaningful to me. This also features some of my favorite art pieces I've bought throughout my house that I feel relate to my writings. I must note that I didn't find the wendigo drawing until long after I wrote the poem. It perfectly depicts my words as if I drew it myself. I put all of the artist's tags at the bottom. PLEASE check them out!!!!! They are all so incredible.
Some Painfully Personal Poetry And Art
The Wendigo
Silent Watcher
Your bones and horns
Ring legends of the inhumane
Wise ones know not to speak your name
Still
I can't help but call out to you
To be held by you
And caressed through the darkness under these branches
In my dreams or
Naked and on my knees
Are you here to take care of me?
Queen of Cups
At the edge of the sea
Unable to find a sanctum of connection that swims as deep as the overflowing cup I pour into
A bottomless glass of intimacy
That's as terrifying to others as the unknown beneath their feet
Still I am the lighthouse
Saving these poetic words
For the listener that's capable of repeating them back to me
Relinquishment
I've been bleeding for so long that the dagger piercing through my chest has become an accessory
A necklace of deception locked in my cage
So deep no mere man's strength could excavate it
The time has come to wield my own
My body an offering to the land
A devotee to the battlefield I summoned
And now must conquer
Capable hands, my life force is pooling at my feet
This pain is now my weapon
And the blood trail behind me
Is my relinquishment
Insatiable
The void inside of me
Is waiting to fed
Held over
Never satiated
Always tracking down it's next meal
This ungodly emptiness won't stop sniffing
Scouting
Unchained and impatient
If I don't get there in time
I'm the next to be eaten
I just have to
Hold on
A little bit longer
Hangman
You strung me up to play
Cursing me with beautiful words
Losing air as the rope coils tighter
Your name as suffocating as your love
Always left dangling
Waiting for the last letter
Infested Waters
I trusted that it was safe to fall in
Not knowing
That these were infested waters
Full of everything that you hate about yourself
The Love You Weaponize
You warned me of the fire that was there
But I couldn't resist your warmth
Even knowing
You love as easily as you destroy
When will you weep for all you have burned?
The tears I have shed over you
Could put out any forest fire
March
Overwhelmed by a choice
To a question I have not yet been asked
I don't know if I'll ever fully surrender
But for now
I let the waves crash
And just maybe they'll pull me under
To a better place
Clockwork
Every sanctuary has bled me dry
The past is about to lap me once more
A circle I cannot outrun
Threads woven before my arrival hold me
And unravel me all together
Tethered to a path chosen and forgotten
Like clockwork
That only ticks forward from capitulation
But emerging into more darkness only makes my heart race
Am I remembering yet?
Safekeeping
Stuck inside the earth
A time capsule or my cocoon
Chalk drawn lines on the walls
Utill the growth is visible
Until the wind carries the blooming petals
Oh, wind
Can you carry me too
Far from what sits at my bedside
From the smoke in my lungs
Clouding up the time
It feels wrong to be so tired
The world is waking up
I stay tucked away
Maybe at the mercy of another
Like a secret
Waiting to be shared with the right person
Artists Instagrams <3
Wendigo - @marysyring
Lady Justice - @greebogirl
Death Wish - @veil.arts
Heart Faced Vampire - @madtatters_artcircus
Sphinx - @mysticsandmonsters
Lilith Night Garden - @sackscrafts
Death - Honestly no idea the artist :/ Bought in a frenzy at a convention
Thank you so much for reading until the end. It always means very much to me. I have been pondering on the idea of actually writing and publishing a book that would be full of my original poetry and other personal writings. It would be really cool to take it even further and do performance art with public readings. I know I still have a long way to go, and a hell of a lot more to write, but maybe this could be the start of something bigger than me. Who really knows what the future holds...
Remember to stay magical, open-minded, and unwavering in your faith! Till next time!
With love & gratitude,
Raina
Wait
Gravity binds me as I reach back
To touch a puddle of galaxies
And watch them ripple out into utter nothingness
Dark matter is not for the weak
Drenched in holy water
A genesis unbeknownst to me
Alluring threshold
Is it time for me?
Will you open yourself after I ring the bell
Please take my ticket
This beetled gate has stretched an eternity
Deliberate to act
But no haste beckons something so mythological
Unbridled Honesty
Please stop slamming my head into the rubble
All I taste is concrete
Every day the white steed of death is dragging these broken knees
This flower moon with jagged thorns
The night sky is without stars
All I do is question everything
How to stay fearless in the pursuit of truth
While dreading every dawn
Blood pouring out of my mouth from all the biting
My tongue may as well be severed
Leave me once shame on you
Stay away and you'll hear from another
She isn't as kind as me
The truth is seldom pretty
To hell with this scrutiny
I'm ready for war
Copyright © May 21 2026. Rainy Oracle. All rights reserved.
No AI was used in the making of this website.