Tag: broken

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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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    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.

  • 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

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    The sad truth is
    No one else can save you.

    You have to dust away the misery.

    Darker times behind, darker times ahead
    We are endlessly changing.

    Facing scattered dreams,
    Silent screams.

    Bleeding for a thousand reasons.

    Rebirth,
    The heart beats slow.

    Safe in quiet places
    Seeking my own comforts,
    My own means to stay alive.

    Jacqueline Lente Poetry

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    I’ve vanished in the silence.
    Buried everything in boxes, in the attic of my mind.

    Creaking thoughts
    Always trying to escape.

    My heart,
    A garden of lost things
    And empty spaces.

    – Jacqueline Lente Poetry
    – http://www.jacquelineannlente.wordpress.com

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    Creaking skeletal trees.
    Wolves with kerosene eyes.

    Ghosts crying in the walls
    While winter slowly creeps behind me.

    This internal battle is on the edge of dying dreams.

    Life plays the dark symphony
    The nights grow even longer, draped in the veils of wistful sorrow,
    And a small dying hope for better days.

    – Jacqueline Lente Poetry
    – http://www.jacquelineannlente.wordpress.com

  • Melancholia We Meet Again, My Oldest Friend

    Melancholia We Meet Again, My Oldest Friend

    In the space between endings
    Where the shadows settle

    Demons hide in the corners,
    Creeping aroung my delicate bones.

    My loneliest hour,
    Sadder than the skies crying out.

    The inevitable fall,
    The deepest inhale
    Before I drown in this violent storm of tangled memories and pain.

    Melancholia we meet again, my oldest friend.

    JACQUELINE LENTE POETRY

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    This bridge is the hardest to cross. The river of pain flowing underneath is overtaking, all consuming.

    Taken out to sea. Now it is just me and the crashing waves. I’m screaming storms and shouting thunder,
    All the while adrift in the rift of oblivion.

    But sometimes you have to hold your own hand and sail through the breakdowns.
    As the storms break and the sea calms,
    I see the stars bright reflection bouncing off the water,
    I hear the sweet lullabies of the world laced into the night sky.

    And I know I have to ride the waves and weather the storms to make the journey back to shore.

    – Jacqueline Ann Lente

    – http://www.jacquelineannlente.wordpress.com

    Featured image taken by Jacqueline Ann Lente

  • Indigo Hues, Watercolour Skies

    Indigo Hues, Watercolour Skies

    I cry watercolour skies,
    You can see the tracks of my tears.
    I’m too dead inside.

    Indigo hues deepen as daylight wanes,
    And I realise,
    I don’t live here anymore, inside my head.

    All I can think of is,
    Hope is a slow poison,
    And temporary ecstasy,
    is enchanting,
    Against the fatal embrace of time.


    – “Indigo hues, watercolour skies” – Jacqueline Ann Lente

    Feature Image taken by Jacqueline Ann Lente

  • Forever in Flight or Fight

    Forever in Flight or Fight

    I hate it in my own head.
    My own worst enemy.
    Wishing I was dead.

    The demons get too loud.
    The cloud of illusion rolls in quick.
    I can’t get myself to calm down,
    And realise,
    Its all in my head.

    Sorrow holds its grip tight.
    And I try and try with all my might,
    To overcome, to push through.
    But sometimes reasons are gone with the wind.
    The grip is too suffocating,
    And the screams of pain too loud.

    I am my own enemy.
    But at the same time,
    I am my own saviour.

    The battles are just ongoing.
    The end of the war is no where in sight.
    Day to day,
    Night to night.
    Forever in flight or fight.

    – “Forever in Flight or Fight

    – Jacqueline Ann Lente

  • Stuck In The Void

    Stuck In The Void

    All the days and nights
    Fade away.


    Fade into each other,
    Into a haze.


    All the thoughts and feelings,
    All the pain.
    A whirlpool of emotion,
    Sucking me in.


    Stuck in the void again

    – “Stuck In The Void”

    – Jacqueline Ann Lente

  • Is it Better to Feel Numb?

    Is it Better to Feel Numb?

    Is it better to feel numb?
    Even just for a little while.
    To turn off from the sadness, you’ll know you will have to face again and again

    Or is feeling numb a sign that the sadness has become too much? and you have become used to feeling like this,

    Used to all the bullshit and the trauma, that feels never-ending.


    And being numb is a coping response to try and feel some peace,

    even if its short lived, even if its for one moment.

    One little sliver of peace amongst the chaos.

    One moment of floating instead of falling into the void of darkness that is my mind.

    – “Is it Better to Feel Numb?”

    – Jacqueline Ann Lente

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    You are the gold that fills the broken cracks of my soul.

    Bringing me life and purpose again.

    – Jacqueline Ann Lente