Tag: Silence

  • THE WRATH OF THE BROKEN

    I carried the wrath of the broken.

    Or maybe—

    It carried me.

     

    Are we broken for the better,

    Or just addicted to the dark?

     

    A rose in the mud.

    Wrong side of midnight.

    Nothing grows here—

    It survives.

     

    Shadows of old friends

    Linger longer than they should.

     

    Laughter echoes—

    Warped now,

    Still sharp enough to cut.

     

    There is a stillness

    Between breaths.

     

    Not peace—

    Just pause.

     

    We reach for it anyway,

    Mistaking silence

    For healing.

     

    Trapped in the quiet unravelling,

    We miss the tremors

    Of collapse.

     

    No impact.

    No warning.

     

    Just the slow, sinking truth—

     

    We were never fighting anything else.

     

    We became

    The enemy

    We swore we’d never face.

     

  • Nothing Leaves Clean

    Nothing Leaves Clean

    Fallen tears,
    coffee stains.


    Sunlight
    cracks through the window—
    soft,
    but unforgiving.


    Heaven is a state of mind.
    Hell lives in the heart.


    And letting go
    never leaves clean.

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    For a moment we are whole, delusions of the young.
    We don’t realise the ocean of black that awaits our older souls.

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    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.

  • 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.

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    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.

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    Tra fiori selvatici e vino, I toast the ghosts that never learned to leave me.

    I tear the petals, I drain the bottle, I dare the night to swallow me whole.

    I bloom where I burn.

  • 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

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

  • Walk With Your Head Held High

    Walk With Your Head Held High

    Walk with your head held high into the night, into the pain and into the light.

    You are stronger than you feel you are, with whatever the suffering you may be going through, hold on, hold tight.

    Don’t give up, don’t doubt yourself, be ready for the fight.

    The battles may be long and enduring, but you will conquer them all.

    Save yourself and free yourself and find peace amongst the chaos of it all.

    – “Walk With Your Head Held High”
    – Jacqueline Ann Lente

    Feature Image Taken By Jacqueline Ann Lente

  • 21st Century

    21st Century

    We are so connected,
    But disconnected simultaneously.
    We display a picture perfect life,
    But live in despair.
    Our reality a lonely one with no one really there.
    We judge our moments on whether or not they are instagram worthy,
    Not on the moment itself.
    We’ve lost the spirit and adventure and our basic humanity over everything else.
    We hide behind screens from the gift of life.
    Mainly worrying about wi-fi instead of the outside.

    Outside in nature, which we slowly kill.
    While parading on screen,
    Falsely committing to saving the world we live in.
    – “21st Century” – Jacqueline Ann Lente

  • When The Mind Gets Messy

    When The Mind Gets Messy

    My dear, I know the mind can get messy as emotions are all jumbled up.
    But your soul is still beautiful,
    Your heart, still strong;
    And your spirit still flows wildly with every passing day.
    The darkness is the truth in reality,
    Sometimes it’s the bittersweet knowledge that we come face to face with,
    That brings us to clarity and understanding.
    Although the journey can be tough and troublesome,
    The universe is guiding you to the right way to live a full life and be free.
    Find your peace amongst the chaos and hold on.
    All the pain and struggle are worth it in the end.
    – “When The Mind Gets Messy” – Jacqueline Ann Lente

  • Insomnia – Lost Sleep

    Insomnia – Lost Sleep

    Darkness consumes me.
    Darkness welcomes me into its sorrowful lair. Holding me there, captive with my thoughts. Crashing together wildly and with no control.
    The pain is heavy and hazy.
    The weight of everything, everyone and everyword heaped upon my shoulders.
    Pain shoots through my whole body, the kind of pain that touches the soul; that tries to weaken the spirit.
    My journey is not easy and my mind sometimes is unforgiving.
    My bones crack, my muscles ache, my head foggy from lack of sleep. My eyes tired from looking into the abyss of the night. Unable to shut off. Unable to dream a sweet sleep.

    – “Insomnia – Lost Sleep” – Jacqueline Ann Lente

  • The Lesson Of Loneliness

    The Lesson Of Loneliness

    Maybe loneliness is a way in which to learn to accept being alone with ones true self, both light and dark side. It can be scary and painful to face the oppressed thoughts trapped deep inside ones mind. To confront the real reality of your thoughts and actions. To be happy with being alone is to work with ones self through the struggle and destruction to see the lesson of it all and to let go of all fear. To float away with the energy surrounding us, guiding us to a higher viewpoint of all perspective. Calming the beast inside us that wishes to crawl out screaming. Silence in truth and clarity, serenity and peace binding the soul.

  • The Truth of Humanity

    The Truth of Humanity

    I try and try,
    But people don’t see.

    I speak the truth.
    But they dont believe.

    They would rather bring their false ideas alive,
    So much so that it becomes their own reality.

    Clouded by a haze of hate,
    Jealousy.

    Pretending to love,
    But tearing apart the pure serenity of connection.
    Drama and misdirection.

    A waste of time and breath.
    These silly games a way to hide their inner demons of hurt and pain.

    Afraid to face the consequences of their actions.
    Or see the suffering that lay behind them,
    In their path of destruction,
    Before it is to late.