Tag: mental health

  • 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.

  • Untitled post 856

    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.

  • Untitled post 898

    I am thunder, I am storm.
    Bones of mountain, skin of sea.
    A field full of roses and unfinished stories entertwining in the quiet in between.

  • Untitled post 857

    The earth held me when no one else did.
    I remembered myself in the space between the stars —
    in that breathless silence where the broken pieces finally settled.
    Somewhere between gravity and the void, I became whole again.

  • Affogato Afternoons

    Affogato Afternoons

    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.

  • Harvest From The Loss

    Harvest From The Loss

    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

    Find Reasons To Stay

    Find reasons to stay and stay relentless.

    Rest is still progress and rebirth is a journey.

    You will find your way.

    JACQUELINE LENTE POETRY

  • Untitled post 814

    Wisdom rises from failure.

    Dwell not on the past nor inflame the source.

    Correct your misconceptions.

    Transcend limitations.

    Move into the unknown.

    All the power lies within your true self and untroubled spirit.

    JACQUELINE LENTE POETRY

  • Two Strangers Part Two

    Two Strangers Part Two

    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

  • Two Strangers

    Two Strangers

    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”

    Jacqueline Lente Poetry

  • Untitled post 786

    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

  • Untitled post 783

    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
    – http://www.jacquelineannlente.wordpress.com

  • Untitled post 781

    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
    – http://www.jacquelineannlente.wordpress.com

  • Melancholia We Meet Again, My Oldest Friend

    Melancholia We Meet Again, My Oldest Friend

    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.

    JACQUELINE LENTE POETRY

  • Serenity Is A Dream

    Serenity Is A Dream

    My mind is at war.
    My heart wants peace.

    One moment I am falling,
    Then floating the next,
    And falling again.
    On repeat.

    The demons creep around.
    Seeping into my bones.
    They have become my bestfriends
    When I am alone.

    Serenity is a dream far away from here.
    Reality is a prison.
    Constantly trying to escape,
    But never fully reaching the exit gates.

    – Jacqueline Ann Lente