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”
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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.
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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
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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
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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.
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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
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I cry watercolour skies,
You can see the tracks of my tears.
I’m too dead inside.
Indigo hues deepen as daylight wanes,
And I realise,
I don’t live here anymore, inside my head.
All I can think of is,
Hope is a slow poison,
And temporary ecstasy,
is enchanting,
Against the fatal embrace of time.
– “Indigo hues, watercolour skies” – Jacqueline Ann Lente
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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
Is it better to feel numb?
Even just for a little while.
To turn off from the sadness, you’ll know you will have to face again and again
Or is feeling numb a sign that the sadness has become too much? and you have become used to feeling like this,
Used to all the bullshit and the trauma, that feels never-ending.
And being numb is a coping response to try and feel some peace,
even if its short lived, even if its for one moment.
One little sliver of peace amongst the chaos.
One moment of floating instead of falling into the void of darkness that is my mind.
– “Is it Better to Feel Numb?”
– 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
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Hold me close my dear.
Hold me near and near.
Never let go.
Your warmth and light,
Keep me safe always.
May love be with us forevermore.
And may love and peace,
Be all the happy moments we share.
I am with you always,
Heart and soul.
Through stormy seas and sunshine,
And all the inbetween.
You have my being to the core,
You hold my heart with yours,
Intertwined together.
– “To My Love”
– Jacqueline Ann Lente
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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
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As the sun sets over the mountains and darkness becomes night,
Our souls reset for another day.
Our hearts settle.
Our minds may race processing the day that is done.
Our body lays to rest.
As the sun sets over the mountains and darkness becomes night,
We become one with our true self.
– “We Become One”
– Jacqueline Ann Lente
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