Light Pollution

Light Pollution by Valerie Parente

It’s not normal to be so bright
all of the time
and the more you force it
the less meaning you’ll find.
If you’re plagued by the artificial
you might as well be blind
because the light pollution
blocks out the natural skies
and there’s a reason we live
in a world that turns to night;
it is not to make you sad
it is meant to highlight
that you’re entitled to be somber
it is your natural right
but the stars can take it from here
so turn off the lights.
We don’t need all this pollution
and the push to be contrived
you don’t need to fake a smile
you are allowed to cry
that duality is night and day
and what it means to be alive.

– Valerie Parente (8-3-2025)


Guardian Angel (You)

Guardian Angel (You) by Valerie Parente

You always felt
like someone was with You
watching You
experiencing You
empathizing with You.

You today
watches past You
and everything
You’ve gone through
just as future You
watches You today
and everything
You will ever face.

It is, was, and will always be You.
Guardian angels are real
and You are living proof.

– Valerie Parente (7-25-2025)

Never A Stranger

Never A Stranger by Valerie Parente

They say when you fall in love
you fall in love with a stranger
but you were never a stranger
I dreamt of you every night
you were never absent
you were just out of sight.

I always felt you
even when the world was pitch black
you were a spark of light
my perfect match
lighting the way
so that we could cross paths.

They say you fall in love with a stranger
but there is nothing strange about it.
I’ve been led here today by the belief
that I’d recognize you in a room so crowded
and I was right to live for this anomaly
because I knew how strange it wasn’t.

– Valerie Parente (7-24-2025)

The Sun

The Sun by Valerie Parente

I miss you so much
it burns so deep
but like the Sun
I know you watch over me.
Like the Sun
I can never see you directly
with these little human eyes
in this little human body
but I can feel your warmth
and I know your heat
and even though I can’t reach out and touch you
I know you reach for me.

– Valerie Parente (7-17-2025)

We All Have Scars

We All Have Scars by Valerie Parente

No one makes it out of this life
unscathed
you’re going to get scars
anyways
you might as well make them
into pretty shapes
because art is just the scars
we manipulate.

– Valerie Parente (7-10-2025)

Little Nightling That Dwells

Little Nightling That Dwells
by Valerie Parente

I know you
like the back of my hand
dwelling in the dark
like roots under land.

Creature of the night
you are so in love
because the darkness was with you
when no one else was.

I know you
little nightling that dwells
on the pain and trauma
you know oh so well.

You love the dark
but does the dark love you?
When branches grow from roots
you become living proof.

Pain without art
is like a seed in the dark
but pain with a purpose
grows above the earth’s surface
reaching for the sun
when it’s all said and done.
You are more than your roots
you are what thrives above too.

– Valerie Parente (7-9-2025)

Sand Castles

Sand Castles by Valerie Parente

When you’re a child there are as many possibilities
as there are grains of sand
so you begin to assemble them
into castles, so grand.

Something about having the whole world ahead of you
filled every moment with a sense of awe
you could be anything someday
so you chose to create something small.

Little sculptures from your little mind
before that mind expanded beyond something safe
with no concept of the sadness of time
how waves will always come to wash it all away.

You grow up and you realize
your sand castles were never meant to last
and every grain of sand
will return to the ocean, so vast.

It’s not about it being over
it’s about the memories that withstand
past, present, and future recycle over and over
into another child’s little castles made of sand.

– Valerie Parente (7-7-2025)

Check Mate

Check Mate by Valerie Parente

These men have checkered pasts
so these women have to play chess
strategic in who they let in their space
using gut feelings, but from the chest.

A queen maneuvering across the world
going up, down, right and left
so much power in her movements
yet they still call her second best.

And when it’s time to choose a mate
she must do more than glance or check
because it’s not just a game at the end of the day
and sliding away is better than cornered to death.

– Valerie Parente (7-2-2025)


Blood Diamonds

Blood Diamonds by Valerie Parente

They all look so glamorous,
the diamond encrusted
but if you knew how they got there
you’d be disgusted
mined by the egos
primed for corruption
and we are the fools
with the naive assumption
that idols larger than life
will be well adjusted
but how can you know wrong from right
without a moral compass
how dare you call for peace
when you’re drowning in conflict.

Call it what it is
a network of blood diamonds
but you can’t see the blood on their hands
when the sparkles are so blinding.

Maybe one day we’ll learn
not to idolize the elites
dressed too fancy for practice
befit to only preach.