jaine

in writing you must kill all your darlings - william faulkner

[jaineestrelya]

a poet's journey #3

hello again! i haven't posted in a long time due to personal matters but i'm alright now.

these past few months have been mentally draining for me and i went through a really long writer's block, as well as moving houses.

someone reached out to me recently and asked when i would update my series "daisies on the train". rest assured that i will promptly get back to writing now that i have more or less settled in our new home.

i might also republish my works in another account as i have settled on a new name to use for my art. i'll publish an announcement when that happens.

stay safe everyone!

- jaine

[jaineestrelya]

Daisies in The Train

a story series by jaine

new part every saturday

Introduction

Part 1

[jaineestrelya]

Daisies In The Train

Part 1 [11:35 PM]

Diane hurriedly trudges down the steep subway stairs in her black leather pumps. “Excuse me! Pardon me!”, she hollers, going against the current of folks who are also rushing to get home. Even after a double shift of endless standing and serving customers, tonight she finds the steps least troublesome for she couldn’t care less. What matters is that she gets home before morning comes. It is her one and only daughter’s 6th birthday after all. There she was, running with a boxed birthday cake in hand to catch the last ride of the Despon.

[jaineestrelya]

Daisies In The Train

Introduction

Daisies, grass strewn all around. Roots crawling out from ventilators. Vines suspended in a curtain-like manner over the door, or perhaps where the door used to be. The handrails, still reminiscent of every hand, every palm, every finger that had been there. Looking towards the left, the worn-down buttons in the crew compartment are covered with dust and the metal rims have turned a rustic orange. Shattered glass from the windshield either laying on the floor or half-embedded in the linoleum. Each shard reflects a past memory, granting a memoir of every person to have taken the midnight ride on the Despon.

[jaineestrelya]

a poet's journey #2

i wasn't supposed to write another one of these soon but here we are anyway :)) also i didn't get to introduce myself properly last time so i will now.

hello! im jaine, and this is my blog for my poems and/or other writings such as short stories. every now and then (probably after several posts) i'll be writing these entries to look back on previous works and discuss how my writings came to be. in general, "a poet's journey" will be like sharing my journal as a new poet.

the recent collection i made (read here: must we speak?) is a valentine's countdown. the format for each poem was meant to be short, like a confession-of-sorts. to be honest i was challenged to come up with diverse poems that reflected different points of view. but nonetheless it was exciting! some of the poems also came from my older works (from mid-2021) and were edited to be more fitting for the collection's theme

probably another reason why i wrote this is that i won't be posting for a long while (maybe 1-2 weeks?). i'm currently writing a longer story so please look out for that one!

that's all, thanks everyone!

- jaine

[jaineestrelya]

perhaps in rejecting any heedless, selfish, innate desire i have achieved a truer sense of love

- jaine | must we speak? (end)

[jaineestrelya]

With her there has been nothing but green things and lavender springs and coming home.

- jaine | must we speak? (13)

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i lay down and clasp my hands as if in fervent prayer. solemnly closing my eyes, hoping you will hear the beacon.

- jaine | must we speak? (12)

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may the Mother bless the hand that takes it heart to the sand.

- jaine | must we speak? (11)

[jaineestrelya]

a poet's journey #1

10/02/2022

hello! apparently today is one month since posting my first short story (read here: the nights in venice) which also marks the first monthsary of this tumblr acc!

one of the top things i've wanted to do was to start a writing blog so celebrating this mini occasion is very important to me. plus, i get to share my work with people and make their day better (idk abt that actually because i don't really write happy stuff which i should probably do sometime!)

the nights in venice was the first short story i had written in that style. it was more or less influenced by italian academia as at the time i was hooked on the aesthetic. i still think it was a fitting inspiration regarding the affluence of blurry romantic metaphors in relation to the vagueness of the subject. a lot of the poems/short stories that i wrote shortly after also employ this style (une barque sur l'ocean is one but with less vagueness).

in regards to what the story really is about, keeping in line with the unwritten code of poets i'll leave it up to the readers to make their own conclusions :)

thank you so much to my current followers for liking, reblogging, or even just reading my work <33 you give me confidence to continue writing!!

okay this was long so that's all for now, i hope everyone is safe and well!

- jaine

[jaineestrelya]

two years past, and i had only realized

fascinated by the charm of a friend turned stranger was not admiration alone

- jaine | must we speak? (10)

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whatever you did before me, whoever you were then i could not care less, you are still mine

- jaine | must we speak? (9)

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nothing completes the emptiness of the night more than your soft features drenched in moonlight. in a drunken stupor I dream of things only whispered for the stars.

- jaine | must we speak? (8)

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piercing every fragment of my poor soul, not with passion, but indifference

the tears fall, come and go. on my knees, i beg for deliverance

- jaine | must we speak? (7)

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playing prince-and-princess on the dancefloor,

i wonder if you will ever consider me as your first?

- jaine | must we speak? (6)

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as if the heart hearkens not fact yet the itch that perhaps i have been a fool for wanting no more.

- jaine | must we speak? (5)

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when i broke the rose-colored glasses and saw through everything, she offered me a prettier pair.

being young and foolish, i put them on. again and again it happened.

- jaine | must we speak? (4)