She loves coffee and rain, the auburn horizon.
She loves dreaming of naps by the Mediterranean, of being sea-soaked and salt-stained under summers golden veins.


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

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

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

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.
JACQUELINE LENTE POETRY

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

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