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.


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

Carry your soul through the winds.
Fight for what you believe in.
Stand strong and conquer your fears,
You have come so far along the years.
Don’t let anything stand in your way.
You have the golden armour to love another day.
Use your talents as weapons for your cause.
Remember you are beautiful, don’t worry about flaws.
Society judges,
Its time to go to war.
To fight the battle of controlling minds,
Be free and leave all that behind.
Let everything go and get everything out.
Release yourself and rise again.
If you fall, get back up,
And soldier on.
The battle may not be over,
But you are sure to win,
By the will of the moon and the sun.