Tag: soul searching

  • Artworks

    I want to know the truth of your soul,
    Your strength, your story,
    The fire that drives your heartbeat forward through the night.

    I’m not afraid of the monsters you carry—
    The rage born of old wounds, the scars,
    The hurt forged in your bones.

    I am no stranger to the dark underworld;
    My monsters, my oldest companions—
    Linger like background noise that refuses to die away.

    But we are not our monsters;
    We are what we create from the mess they leave behind.


    Show me the artworks of your life.

    Create some magic with me.

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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.

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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.

  • Find Reasons To Stay

    Find Reasons To Stay

    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

    Two Strangers

    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

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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.

    Jacqueline Lente Poetry

  • We Become One

    We Become One

    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

    Feature image taken by Jacqueline Ann Lente

  • Life Is Like A Vast Ocean

    Life Is Like A Vast Ocean

    Life is vast like the ocean, full of surprise and mystery both above and below the surface.

    Sometimes we get carried away by the crashing waves and the storm brewing around us, thinking we are unable to make it back to shore.

    We have to ride the waves and the seas of our soul, finding the calm and the stillness amongst the chaos of it all.

    Anchor yourself with peace and love.

    Slowly but surely the winds of wisdom and truth will guide us forward and to the shore again. 🌊

    – “life Is Like A Vast Ocean”
    – Jacqueline Ann Lente 

    Feature Image taken by Jacqueline Ann Lente