It happens every single time with me, dear, when your eyes shine like millions of stars with no more fear
when I looked at those fearless eyes for the first time intensely, your eyes pierced through my heart and were in deep conversation with my soul already
yes, my dear beloved one, I felt love with your salty eyes
when they told me stories that made my heart weep and made my heart fall for them intensely.
The Magic Manuscript Of Lisa
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Your Eyes
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Nothing Left To Say
Nothing Left To Say
nothing left to say
only disappointment and astonishment
people go seeking the trends
people are afraid of the truth
money moves everything
and fame buys souls
society loves hallucinations
keeping opinions in silence
shaming the truth
revealing the mendacity
they will erase your memories to make room for new ones
like in Nineteen Eighty-Four
what is real
our perceptions sometimes can be disillusions
talking too much is dangerous
you don’t have to think
they will think for you
buying your mind
In the end, it is not essential to understand
living a liveness life is fine and cool
you don’t need education
you don’t need books
in this shallow society, the less you know, the more you trust
in this superficial society, the less you think, the more you are reckless
shallow blindness will lead humanity to the abyss.
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My Song Of Agony
My Song Of Agony
this is my song of agony
I wish I had understood before
my fault is my fragility and vulnerability
being like a child who had never been protected
as a consequence of all the abuses
I had to endure in my life
without any protectionto be loved and protected is a delight I will never know
I am not any more broken inside
because I have been already shattered to fragments of myself
I am not any more a whole creature
being always cynically exploited by others
the only things to keep me alive is my poetry
which is part of my body and soulI am poetry, and it is the purest part of me
poetry for pure and naive souls
poetry for creatures who are honestly in love
a pure love that doesn’t betray
love is not just a short sentence
fake love is a successful tool to lure a pure soul
pure love is the most sublime of all feelings
which should not be used to hurt fragile souls
souls who never met kindness, love and compassionbecause it is so hard to be me
I am not just a freaky girl for the sake of being “cool”
there are traumas and abuses behind my being a “dark romantic” poet
in an aura of romantic torments and anguishes
being an exotic flower and an unconventional girl
the Israeli Jewish girl with “that Italian” accentand there is also my loss since two years
which I still feel a lot
not having a father is miserable
not having more chance to have a family
being lonely and alone
no love
no affection
just the coldness of a cynic societythis is my song of agony and pain
living a life made of words, passions and love
love burns me alive
love pierces my heart
I scream in agony
it is the scream of my bleeding heart
and all the stars of the universe collide
merging in a hybrid star
which is inside my heartI cannot stop loving
I cannot stop dreaming
a transcendental love
without reward
without return.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
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I Wanted To See What Was Not Real
I Wanted To See What Was Not Real
I wanted to see what was not real
I swam in the deep waters of deception
now my eyes are wide open
and the past is as present
I see everything all over again
just as it happened yesterday
and nothing remains to me
just a miserable shattered mirror
the stars suddenly went out
leaving me alone with my thin shadow
tears run down my face
darkness around me
the cold wind cuts my body
and as I wander in the wild obscurity
flowers fall from the trees under the shape of flames
burning every part of my body.
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Infinity Stones: Global Pandemic
These fictional stones which don’t even exist,
Had me wrap my head around what I call thought.
A thought that went from what if to why not and then to god no.Yes, what if they existed for real, and why not?
Time, Reality, Space, Power, Mind and Soul,
We could have borrowed from their infinity to end this something that feels so endless.God, no…
People are dying,
Souls are crying.
Even if my heart’s lying to me that everything is going to be just fine when my mind is worried to the core and shattered to death by the current reality of everything around me.Life’s never been so surreal when everything really is just turning into ashes in a snap of fingers.
I’m scared, scared to death, and shook to my core.– Manish Rohan James
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As I Forget To Have Fear
As I Forget To Have Fear
As I forget to have fear
My desires overwhelm me
And my passions burn my soul alive
Until I vanish into the oblivion
Becoming evanescent
Nobody can see me
Nobody can touch me
What remains of me
It is only the memory of a part of me
Which the material world stole from me
They grabbed only fragments of myself
Never my whole self
They wanted to grab insanely pieces of me
But they never touched my soul
Being always hidden inside a rose bush full of thorns.
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Blooming Flowers
Blooming Flowers
Blooming flowers
Blooming roses, jasmines and tuberoses
In all their beauty
In my secret flower garden
All the white and crimson shades
And the delicate pink hues
All over the soft and fragile petals of my flowersLost in my dreams
And forever bound there
My imagination enslaves me
As I am enchanted by the intoxicating scent of tuberose and jasmine
My consciousness becomes a pure illusion
And my creativity seals the box where I am trapped in
Trying to forget my past and erase all the memoriesMy dreamlike existence becomes my wickedness
My longings become my fragility
My soul is a blooming flower
Which vanishes in a cloud of dreams
I don’t exist, except in my fantasy
I desire
Hence I exist.
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Running After Illusions
Running After Illusions
Running after illusions
Being unable to cease to dream
Falling into the trap of deceptions
My life is a simulated existence
I feed myself of illusions
I don’t want to see the reality as it exists
Running after the madness of poetry
And hiding there
My secret flower garden
My dark safe haven
Where all my dreams are real
And where nobody can find me
Because I like to hide and become invisible
Becoming the spoils of a ghost that doesn’t exist anymore
Losing myself in the labyrinth of the obliviousness
After all, I am only the projection of a dream
Being not real.
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My Silent Love
My Silent Love
My silent love is shining like a star
I love with all my heart
Even though
Sometimes the silence hides the tumultuous ardour of my loveI love flowers
Sometimes life is full of wonders
My dreams keep me up all night
I love to love
It is in the darkness of the night that I dream
As soon as the torment pierces my heart
I lose control of my mind and my body
I cannot stop myself
My body is flooded with euphoria
I am overwhelmed with bliss and ecstasy.
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The Stars Fall From The Firmament
The Stars Fall From The Firmament
The stars fall from the firmament in a whirling dance
I want to lose the capability to desire
I only want to dream of being set free from my passions
And wander away
Flying fairy
Like a butterfly in a garden of violets and lilies
I live a silent life made of poetry and books
I communicate with people through my poetry
The rest of the time, I am silent
My silence can say many things or absolute nothing
It depends on the sensibility of the others
I might appear a cold person because I am timid
I try to protect myself from men who have so much interest in me
Interest that I don’t reciprocate
It is challenging for me to have an enjoyable time outside
It is like I don’t have any right to take a simple walk
Being constantly bothered in the streets.
Esther Elizabeth Racah