Love survives us,
even when nothing else does.
In all this madness,
your hands still find me.
We stay—
even when the world doesn’t.


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.


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

Find reasons to stay and stay relentless.
Rest is still progress and rebirth is a journey.
You will find your way.
JACQUELINE LENTE POETRY

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

Seek the wonder in life,
And never stop.
Seek the showers of gold,
And the shimmers of sweet light.
The good things,
The mysterious things,
The wonderful things.
Never stop seeking what makes you smile.
Allow yourself to get lost in the magic.
Seek the balm for the soul.

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 I want is to hold you.
All I want is for you to stay mine.
All I want is for you to stay forever,
In this heart of mine.
– “All I Want”
– Jacqueline Ann Lente
– Feature image taken by Jacqueline 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