Tag: Death

  • THE WRATH OF THE BROKEN

    I carried the wrath of the broken.

    Or maybe—

    It carried me.

     

    Are we broken for the better,

    Or just addicted to the dark?

     

    A rose in the mud.

    Wrong side of midnight.

    Nothing grows here—

    It survives.

     

    Shadows of old friends

    Linger longer than they should.

     

    Laughter echoes—

    Warped now,

    Still sharp enough to cut.

     

    There is a stillness

    Between breaths.

     

    Not peace—

    Just pause.

     

    We reach for it anyway,

    Mistaking silence

    For healing.

     

    Trapped in the quiet unravelling,

    We miss the tremors

    Of collapse.

     

    No impact.

    No warning.

     

    Just the slow, sinking truth—

     

    We were never fighting anything else.

     

    We became

    The enemy

    We swore we’d never face.

     

  • ON MY LAST BREATH

    On my last breath,
    I begged the night for a saviour—
    but the darkness stayed quiet.
    No one came.


    The cold laid the truth bare:
    in the chaos, in the ruins,
    no one is coming
    to pull you from your wreckage.


    Your salvation is yours.


    You save yourself—
    or don’t rise.

  • ALL THE YEARS COLLIDED

  • Artworks

    I want to know the truth of your soul,
    Your strength, your story,
    The fire that drives your heartbeat forward through the night.

    I’m not afraid of the monsters you carry—
    The rage born of old wounds, the scars,
    The hurt forged in your bones.

    I am no stranger to the dark underworld;
    My monsters, my oldest companions—
    Linger like background noise that refuses to die away.

    But we are not our monsters;
    We are what we create from the mess they leave behind.


    Show me the artworks of your life.

    Create some magic with me.

  • Let Them Fall

    Let Them Fall

    Let them be who they pretend to be,
    and let them fall.

    Leave them to their misery,
    their hollow claims and borrowed skin.

    Negativity, truth, and karma
    will swallow them whole.
    For they are their own demon,
    their own slow demise.

    True colours fracture through the mask,
    the costume stained beyond repair.
    They hate the mirror of their own heart,
    so they hide inside a stranger’s face.

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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.

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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

  • Grow, Die, Grow Again

    Grow, Die, Grow Again

    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

  • Modern Savages

    Humanity still lives in the dark ages.

    We think we have evolved,

    But indeed we are going backwards.

    A mix of primitive animals

    And modern savages alike.

    Already run by machines.

    – “Modern Savages”

    – 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.

  • Till My Last Dying Breath

    Till My Last Dying Breath

    Swirling emotions.
    A river running red.

    All these ghosts and demons,
    Dancing in my head.

    My heart a cracked desert,
    A wide open plane of broken ground.

    My heart fleeting.
    Bounding for ressurection.
    Ressurection from the dead.

    Reborn through fire and flame,
    It is now time again.

    To rise up and conquer,
    This mighty war.

    To never flight and always fight.

    Till my last dying breath.

  • Hell: Searching for the Truth

    Hell: Searching for the Truth

    Have mercy on my soul,
    For the devil shall rise and swallow me whole.
    Could hell be worse than this hell on earth?

    Or would it be my saviour?
    Peace in the fire,
    Calm in the flames.
    Take me away from life’s cruel games.

    Life, death.
    Where does it begin and end?
    Nowadays it is more like life is the enemy,
    And death is the friend.
    They say that life is a beautiful lie,
    And death the painful truth.
    Only the ashes left of our time imprinted on this earth,
    Souls still searching for the truth.