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”
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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.
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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
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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
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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.
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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
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
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
We grow,
We die,
We grow again.
Through life,
And its garden
Of pain
And beauty.
Fleeting moments,
Changing seasons.
We grow,
We die,
We grow again.
– “Grow, die, Grow again”
– Jacqueline Ann Lente
– Feature image taken by Jacqueline Ann Lente
As the sun sets over the mountains and darkness becomes night,
Our souls reset for another day.
Our hearts settle.
Our minds may race processing the day that is done.
Our body lays to rest.
As the sun sets over the mountains and darkness becomes night,
We become one with our true self.
– “We Become One”
– Jacqueline Ann Lente
Feature image taken by Jacqueline Ann Lente
It may be a struggle to get up, but you can overcome. Wake up, let the hot water of the shower warm your bones. Take a moment of peace, breathe. Be proud of yourself. Have faith in yourself. Live to tell another day, live to make another memory, one you may cherish forever or one you can say that you survived from and made it though ❣
– “Live To Tell Another Day”
– Jacqueline Ann Lente
Sometimes life is black and white.
Other times life is full of colour.
It is what it is
And we take it as it comes.
Hazy and delusional,
Or clear as day.
Clarity from the demons,
And time to love and play.
Black and white,
Full of colours,
Life is both day and night.
– “Black and White, Full of Colour”
– Jacqueline Ann Lente
The mind is a paradox of both dark and light moments and thoughts.
Without the dark we cannot see the light.
Without the light we cannot learn from the darkness.
Both intertwined in perfect balance,
For our exploration of our inner soul and divine soul journey.
– “Paradoxical Mind”
– Jacqueline Ann Lente
Some life lessons and challenges are harder than others. Some take longer than others and are more confusing. And some life lessons and challenges do not make sense at all until that lightbulb moment;
Where all the pieces of the puzzle fall together.
We face hardships and pain but in the struggle we grow in wisdom and truth.
– “The Lightbulb Moment” – Jacqueline Ann Lente
Weary
Hazy
Conflicted.
Damaged like a broken piece of china.
A beautiful mistake.
The aftermath of a cruel heartbreak.
Sorrow
Pain
Chaos
Always feeling lost and out of place.
– “Broken Chaos” – Jacqueline Ann Lente
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