Mileena Rayne

Musician • Writer • Truth-Teller

Welcome to my corner of the internet where vulnerability meets artistry. Here you'll find unfiltered thoughts, authentic music, and stories that dig deep into what it means to be beautifully, perfectly imperfect.

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Straight from my social media — poetic diary entries pulled from my real life, updated automatically.

"When I left, only my body came home. My heart stayed behind in your hands, and every mile between us now beats where it should be. Distance is cruel because it leaves everything untouched except us. I close my eyes and you are here. I reach for you and return with nothing but air. I do not know when the miles will give you back to me, and some days,..." Read more →
"How do you stop feeling like you haven’t earned the right to take your place anywhere? Lately, I can’t write anything without wondering whether it deserves to sit beside the work of people who’ve done more than I have. I can’t speak from my own experience without questioning what authority I have to say any of it, even when all I’m describing is how I feel. I’m so determined never..." Read more →
"For those wandering through the ruins of what you once believed— Who watched the truth you were given     bend beneath the weight of your questions   until it     fractured. Who stood among its broken pieces beneath an empty sky, with no map in your hands and no name for what you were searching for. Who whispered prayers to a God you were no longer certain could hear you. You prayed   and..." Read more →
"I was raised as a Jehovah’s Witness, and I hated going door to door. It wasn’t only because we did it in nearly every kind of Minnesota weather. Rain, sleet, snow, or hail, we were out there carrying those magazines. More than anything, I hated trying to convince people to take them and join my religion. It always felt wrong to me, even as a child, long before I understood..." Read more →
"The lessons that change us most can come from the strangest places. When I was younger, I read the Crank series by Ellen Hopkins, which was inspired by her daughter’s addiction to methamphetamine and the devastation that followed. Those books changed me. Ellen Hopkins heavily influenced the way I write poetry, but her work gave me something far more important than an appreciation for words. It taught me how one..." Read more →