Tag: karma

  • IN MY TRENCHES

    In my trenches–
    this haunted house
    eats me whole.

    Ghosts of memory
    wander.

    Whispers in the walls.

    My mind—
    a forbidden dungeon
    no one enters.


    Something inside
    won’t stay still.

    Dead eyes.

    On the floor again.

  • BUILT IN RUIN

    Holding roses,
    bleeding out on the floor—

    the witching hour waits,
    voices at the door.

    my love,
    built in ruin,

    wounded.

    there’s blood in the water—

    and still
    I ruin more.

  • MY GRIEF TAUGHT ME DISCIPLINE

    My grief taught me discipline.

    Not the clean, motivational kind—
    the quiet, brutal kind.
    that holds you together
    when everything you love comes undone.

    The discipline of surviving
    what should have broken you.

    Grief carved the truth in front of me—
    the pause before collapse.
    Tears taught me
    what words never could.

    My peace arrived—
    honest, not gentle.

    Now I honour the scars that taught me—
    the ones that closed without permission,
    that carried wisdom into my skin
    and proved I was worth healing.

    I let go of what no longer serves me.
    I stand in the truth of my heart
    and the marrow of my soul.

  • 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.

     

  • REVIVAL

    Regrowth is not gentle.
    I died at midnight—

    A slow bleed,
    crying spells,
    fractures beneath the surface.

    Learning to grow
    in the soil of last year’s failures—
    they are lessons,
    not a death sentence.

    I shed the stories that kept me small,
    shut the doors that fed the dark.
    I make peace with sunlight,
    and the quiet pull of moonlit nights.

    I embrace the changes—

    soft,
    loud,
    necessary.

    I hold the tender moments.

    I love—despite the madness.

    Revival.

  • My tears remain the same, but I will never be that me again.

  • Thunder

    As thunder cracks and the heavens break
    We are pulled back into each other’s storm,
    Drawn by a tether neither of us can name.
    Our cords run deep.


    We search for the centre calm – the fragile quiet buried beneath all this noise.
    For the home of belonging in each other’s heart.

    Chaos surrounds us, chaos tests us,
    Thunder pressing its questions hard against our ribs.


    Yet in the wreckage, we reach for each other first.
    Searching, finding each other
    In the stars,
    In the dark of the night,
    In the rain and the cold,
    And in the last flicker of the flame.


    Always returning, always pulled back in.


    Hold my hand and let it rain,

    You are mine –

    through every storm,

    in every lifetime that finds us again.

  • 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, karma
    will swallow them whole.
    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.

  • 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

  • Paradoxical Mind

    Paradoxical Mind

    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

  • 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

  • Live Free

    Live Free

    Everyday we face challenges.
    Everyday we face struggle.
    However in every challenge is a lesson learnt. And in every struggle there is a path for positive change.

    There is a reason for every experience and a plan for everything set in motion.
    Even if you are unaware as of yet, the reasons why will show up eventually.

    Connection.

    It is all a part of your divine soul journey.
    Have no regrets and live free.

    – “Live Free” – Jacqueline Ann Lente

  • When The Mind Gets Messy

    When The Mind Gets Messy

    My dear, I know the mind can get messy as emotions are all jumbled up.
    But your soul is still beautiful,
    Your heart, still strong;
    And your spirit still flows wildly with every passing day.
    The darkness is the truth in reality,
    Sometimes it’s the bittersweet knowledge that we come face to face with,
    That brings us to clarity and understanding.
    Although the journey can be tough and troublesome,
    The universe is guiding you to the right way to live a full life and be free.
    Find your peace amongst the chaos and hold on.
    All the pain and struggle are worth it in the end.
    – “When The Mind Gets Messy” – Jacqueline Ann Lente

  • Insomnia – Lost Sleep

    Insomnia – Lost Sleep

    Darkness consumes me.
    Darkness welcomes me into its sorrowful lair. Holding me there, captive with my thoughts. Crashing together wildly and with no control.
    The pain is heavy and hazy.
    The weight of everything, everyone and everyword heaped upon my shoulders.
    Pain shoots through my whole body, the kind of pain that touches the soul; that tries to weaken the spirit.
    My journey is not easy and my mind sometimes is unforgiving.
    My bones crack, my muscles ache, my head foggy from lack of sleep. My eyes tired from looking into the abyss of the night. Unable to shut off. Unable to dream a sweet sleep.

    – “Insomnia – Lost Sleep” – Jacqueline Ann Lente