Bring me back from the dead—
pull me under
with the weight of your sins.
I’ll tend to your wounds
and carry your name
long after—
it breaks me.

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.


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.


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

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

Full moon, guide me.
Direct me through the stars and the wind.
Hold me close.
And open me up,
To the energy without and within.
Protect me from the negative.
Bring me positivity and wisdom,
Intuition and knowledge.
Fill me up with your all-mighty power,
To live another day,
To fill my soul with love and peace.
Bathe me in your everlasting light,
And show me the way through the night.
– “Power Of The Full Moon” – Jacqueline Ann Lente