Tag: Bittersweet

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    I am thunder, I am storm.
    Bones of mountain, skin of sea.
    A field full of roses and unfinished stories entertwining in the quiet in between.

  • Affogato Afternoons

    Affogato Afternoons

    Affogato afternoons, where the day softens and the heart sharpens.
    I sip the sweetness melting into the bitter, hoping it teaches me something honest.
    I remember I’m allowed to slow down.

    Some afternoons are a truce.
    Others are a battlefield,

    Where I sit across from myself, letting the espresso burn through the fog I thought I was done fighting.
    But here – in this melting moment – I let it all blur.
    The past I’m trying to outgrow, the future I’m not ready for, the voices that rise like steam and disappear just as fast.


    Because in affogato afternoons, I learn the same truth over and over:
    Even the bitter can soften. Even the frozen can give. And sometimes, the only way forward is to let yourself melt just enough to begin again.

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    The earth held me when no one else did.
    I remembered myself in the space between the stars —
    in that breathless silence where the broken pieces finally settled.
    Somewhere between gravity and the void, I became whole again.

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    She loves coffee and rain, the auburn horizon.


    She loves dreaming of naps by the Mediterranean, of being sea-soaked and salt-stained under summers golden veins.

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    Tra fiori selvatici e vino, I toast the ghosts that never learned to leave me.

    I tear the petals, I drain the bottle, I dare the night to swallow me whole.

    I bloom where I burn.

  • Harvest From The Loss

    Harvest From The Loss

    I thought it would destroy me but I harvested from the loss.

    Release, under a crimson red sky.

    I craved crisp air for my lungs. I willed my cold dead heart back to life.

    Not determined to live under the damage done, determined to rise up from it and rebuild again.

    JACQUELINE LENTE POETRY

  • Two Strangers Part Two

    Two Strangers Part Two

    Two Strangers met
    And accidentally fell in as more than lovers

    We had different demons but matching wounds,
    And sad past tales to tell

    Two broken souls
    Trying to find some guidance home within each other

    Sadly,
    The echos of fear, ego, and past trauma were too great
    Destruction and self-sabotage got in the way
    We became lost

    From drowning in your gaze
    Skin to skin
    To drowning in your absence

    Another scar to add to the map
    Out in the cold again
    At war with my head again

    Two Strangers met
    And fell in as more than lovers
    But Love is war
    Life is chaos
    And two lovers became two strangers again.

    – Two Strangers Part Two

    JACQUELINE LENTE POETRY

  • Two Strangers

    Two Strangers

    You smell like rain and I want to be a part of your storm.

    Drown me in your gaze.
    Rearrange my mind.
    Hold me close,
    Skin to skin.

    Keep me warm from the cold of the outside world
    And the world inside my head.

    Our demons may be different,
    But we wear matching wounds.

    Tangled bones and a map of scars.
    Just trying to find some guidance home.

    – “Two Strangers”

    Jacqueline Lente Poetry

  • Serenity Is A Dream

    Serenity Is A Dream

    My mind is at war.
    My heart wants peace.

    One moment I am falling,
    Then floating the next,
    And falling again.
    On repeat.

    The demons creep around.
    Seeping into my bones.
    They have become my bestfriends
    When I am alone.

    Serenity is a dream far away from here.
    Reality is a prison.
    Constantly trying to escape,
    But never fully reaching the exit gates.

    – Jacqueline Ann Lente

  • Scars Linger For A Lifetime

    Scars Linger For A Lifetime

    Faded memories
    Faded time
    I can just remember when i used to call you mine.
    But you left a scar on me that i can not forget. A scar on me that i can not shake.

    All the emotions of love and happiness, pain and sorrow intertwined.

    How you made me feel is what still lingers here;
    You brought me up to pure bliss
    and pulled me down into the dark abyss.

    Our story is one that goes all around.

    We closed that chapter of our lives and started a new
    But you left me hanging in the end, with unanswered questions and an empty heart, a lonely bed.

    You still linger in my head.
    The scar never fading, and a new perspective on love, life and change.

    – “Scars Linger For A Lifetime”
    – Jacqueline Ann Lente

  • Bring Me Escape

    Bring Me Escape

    Hold me tight,
    Bring me escape.
    The shadows of the world fall too heavy upon my face.
    I feel so out of it,
    Like I don’t belong,
    At all in this place.

    – “Bring Me Escape” – Jacqueline Ann Lente

  • Life Is Like A Flower

    Life Is Like A Flower

    Life is like a flower blooming, dying and blooming again. It teaches us the idea of death and rebirth of the self and the soul. Continuously entering the cycle of beauty and pain, lessons and understanding. Changing in order to grow again. Embrace all that comes and goes. Do not dwell too long on the negative. Let it pass as it shows you clearly all that is happening before you. Invite in the positivity and let it wash over you with warmth and vitality. Let the sun shine above you and flow with the winds of energy constantly at play.

  • The Lesson Of Loneliness

    The Lesson Of Loneliness

    Maybe loneliness is a way in which to learn to accept being alone with ones true self, both light and dark side. It can be scary and painful to face the oppressed thoughts trapped deep inside ones mind. To confront the real reality of your thoughts and actions. To be happy with being alone is to work with ones self through the struggle and destruction to see the lesson of it all and to let go of all fear. To float away with the energy surrounding us, guiding us to a higher viewpoint of all perspective. Calming the beast inside us that wishes to crawl out screaming. Silence in truth and clarity, serenity and peace binding the soul.

  • Reason To Be Here

    Reason To Be Here

    Sometimes I wish not to be here.

    To no longer walk this earth, to breathe this last breath.

    Sometimes everything is too much.

    All the thoughts and voices,

    Pain and sorrow;

    Overwhelming.

    Then I look to the horizon.

    Meeting the suns gaze.

    Feeling the rays of light warm against my skin.

    A deeper unknown pulls at my heart, stirs the mind.

    Speaking of reason to be here.

    Reason unknown but futhermore a reason of truth.

    Walking through the fire, burns.

    But for it we become stronger.

    Eventually at peace within the flames. All wisdom, all power lies within.

  • Bittersweet Reality

    Bittersweet Reality

    I’m crashing.
    Rising and falling.
    All over the place.

    Can’t get it out of my head.
    It is all finally set in.
    Hit me like a freight train,
    On the way to nowhere but the edge.
    Moving through the minefields.

    Burning.

    Love a bittersweet reality,
    Of constant change.