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


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.


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.


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

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

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

This bridge is the hardest to cross. The river of pain flowing underneath is overtaking, all consuming.
Taken out to sea. Now it is just me and the crashing waves. I’m screaming storms and shouting thunder,
All the while adrift in the rift of oblivion.
But sometimes you have to hold your own hand and sail through the breakdowns.
As the storms break and the sea calms,
I see the stars bright reflection bouncing off the water,
I hear the sweet lullabies of the world laced into the night sky.
And I know I have to ride the waves and weather the storms to make the journey back to shore.
– Jacqueline Ann Lente
– http://www.jacquelineannlente.wordpress.com
Featured image taken by Jacqueline Ann Lente