Tag: emotion

  • Avid Rage

    Avid Rage

    Avid rage ignited the fire like an everlasting flame,
    Old betrayals resurfaced like phantoms,
    Faces once familiar twisted into enemies,
    Every whispered word, a dagger in the heart,
    The weight of unfairness crushed the spirit.

    In the depths of the night, anger roared,
    A tempest unleashed within the soul,
    It surged like a tidal wave, relentless,
    Crashing against the shores of reason,
    Each throbbing was a reminder of wounds unhealed.

    In the quietness, rage painted the walls,
    Bright strokes of fury marked the silence,
    Every flicker of light became a reminder,
    Of the darkness that brewed in the shadows,
    A bluster of voices echoed in the mind.

    Beneath the skin, a wild creature lay waiting,
    Coiled tight, ready to strike,
    With every heartbeat, the tension mounted,
    Breath quickened, fueled by resentment,
    The soul was a battlefield of longing and despair.

    Each encounter felt like a betrayal,
    A trust broken, shards scattered on the cold soil,
    Hope faded beneath the weight of anger,
    As happiness turned to bitter silence,
    And compassion crumbled to dust in the storm.

    The world appeared in shades of crimson,
    Passions ignited with every injustice faced,
    The heart, a furnace, churned and boiled,
    Eager to destroy all that stood in its way,
    Devouring peace, leaving only ashes.

    Although amidst the chaos, a flicker of longing emerged,
    Suspicion whispered through the haze,
    What lay beneath the seething rage?
    A sorrow deep-rooted in longing and loss,
    The ache for harmony, the fear of sequestration.

    Even when the rage began to wane,
    Replaced by the weight of unspoken pain,
    Underrated fury danced on the edge of a garden of bleeding roses,
    Transforming every soft glow into violent flames,
    A reminder of everlasting anger.

    As dawn broke, the tempest flourished,
    Leaving behind silent destruction,
    An inextinguishable blaze burning the void,
    Rising from the ashes of that avid rage,
    And embracing the darkness that swallowed the storm.

    Avid rage lingered like a spectre in the emptiness,
    Its echoes never faded, never entirely dimmed,
    A reminder of the chasms every spirit could reach,
    And the infinite journey that awaited beyond the everlasting and eternal flames,
    Just in that garden of bleeding roses.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Mystery Of My Soul Reflection

    The Mystery Of My Soul Reflection

    The mystery of my soul reflection
    My senses cannot see the world
    But a single emotion so intense
    It may not be depicted in the real world
    If I am ever a spark of a wonderful dream
    Where nature does not appear
    To reveal the infinite essences
    A nocturnal creature going through many roads
    A soul in the visible world
    As life has to evolve and transform

    The mystery of my soul reflection
    I seize a dream of eternity
    Until the ocean sounds of passion
    In the intense bliss of beauty
    Deep sorrow is burning like a dark flame
    Seeing my image reflected in a broken mirror
    A shattered heart never dies
    It hangs in between opposite worlds
    I feel the blaze I cannot see
    Whilst reading empty pages

    The mystery of my soul reflection
    I live while I’m trapped in an image
    When thinking is something profound and beautiful
    I seek the stunning chasm
    Somewhere behind a hidden place
    Which sometimes is not so extravagant
    And can be found totally meaningless
    Like the first silver stars shining everywhere
    And the autumn clouds above the blue dew
    It’s a magnificent and delicate sight

    The mystery of my soul reflection
    Fragile is my mind’s mask
    My deep leisure has become my secret
    In the shadow, the emptiness shines like a star
    Through his open glass, a mirror afflicts my heart
    My soul is still burning from a sunken devotion
    My life’s reflection shining from inside
    I am not alive without any word
    No wonder I’m lonely now in the space
    So desolate, sad and puzzling today

    The mystery of my soul reflection
    I wish I could be in dreams
    I am in silence, and this is my time
    And I am walking in the darkness
    Striving and suffering
    Looking at a landscape made of indifference and deception
    Hope falls like fire in the night
    Far across the horizon
    I need an infinite glow from above to remind me how perfect I am
    But I am still waiting to see the dark sky whose light is too high.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • A Solemn Silence

    A Solemn Silence

    A solemn silence in a terrific isolation
    An ocean of ice and fire
    An assembly of anguish and vanity
    Sadness and despondency
    Stars and clouds swirl at every blast of the winds
    Being encompassed in darkness
    A tumultuous remembrance leaves me
    listless and silent
    Now in the night
    And still
    I’ve lived a distant life
    Far from me
    When I was alone
    Where no one is so free
    Which might have changed
    Many times
    Years
    Too suddenly as well as never

    A solemn silence in the loneliness
    Where all around, my thoughts are bound
    Even if there is a sound
    Silent souls sink into a dim and sweet lake
    The sea waves advance like ancient mountains
    Calm and still lingering in the snow
    Many earthly ghouls float in the aether
    My potion of delirium and defeat
    In an incessant struggle with logic and treacherousness
    What could I be able to leave forever
    Wandering in the infinite dispersion of my emotions
    Getting lost and pretending to find myself
    One of the several versions

    A solemn silence in the loneliness
    Travelling and losing the path
    In a labyrinth of shattered mirrors and illusions
    Once the discovery is sparkling with dark hues
    I encounter the truth and dismay
    In the loss of beliefs and resolutions
    On a dark and still night
    When the only noise comes from the wind flying through the leaves
    At the dawn of a longly forgotten place
    The clouds seem suddenly collide and burn
    Through the depths of my heart
    A solitary sky had bled away
    In a thousand years of dread
    Amidst the frozen lights

    A solemn silence of the night
    It is like winter after dusk
    The past had gone far away
    All the seasons will blossom and die
    Before the sun hath gone
    At the end of time
    A dream of spiritual passions
    The secret of vanity
    The mystery of a dream
    Once lost forever
    In the immensity of the void
    When a distant wind blasts
    A new spring of every thought begins
    And a realm of starry glimmers
    Lighting the sunset sky
    Beneath the mountains’ stillness.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • A Comfortless Dreary Sky

    A Comfortless Dreary Sky

    A comfortless dreary sky
    A terrific and beautiful tempest
    Made of anguishes and broken dreams
    Once they belonged to the realm of quests and stupor
    But interrupted in the very moment of truth and beauty
    To become fragments of a whole nightmare
    In the abyss of ineptitude and betrayal
    I might question the night about my future
    It may come in fanfare sounds and sparkling obscurity
    Obscenity and banality don’t belong to my realm
    Maybe it is the case I change my windows in front of a sarcastic landscape
    Who could enquire what is real?
    So many fragile lies built under the shape of a high castle
    Not visible anymore
    Relying on the benefit of the doubt too many times
    I decided to move to another world
    Obsession for knowledge
    And the dominion of words and imaginary scenarios
    The obliteration of ignominious dreams in the darkness
    Dreaming is like breathing

    A comfortless dreary sky
    A misty veil of rain and storm
    A sublime ecstasy of a soothing slumber
    In an obscure realm of illusions and dismay
    Amidst a very midst of a dim sea
    The sun seems to glare through the gloomy clouds
    Cold darkness in existence with no thoughts or wisdom
    It abides only bliss beyond reality
    In a universe that is getting apart
    Whenever a dream reveals its mysteries from nothing
    The eternity of time is too far from the truth
    And brightness abides among the grey stars in the skies
    Greeting every emotion in vain
    My only place to be is with sorrows
    Which are no longer lies
    My heart became sweet as the snow
    My dark path conducts me to the loneliest room
    With gentle solitude and no comfort or rest
    Once the mystery of each star is disclosed
    A slight wind of fear will blow inside my soul.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Screech Of Indifference

    The Screech Of Indifference

    The Screech Of Indifference

    The screech of indifference
    The invisible shape of disillusions
    When the caducity of time and entities
    Fall into a throb of hope
    Whilst incorporeal feelings
    Are bent by gusts of distress.

    A deprivation of emotions alters
    Transforming into a blaze of greed and obsession
    The death of illusions breaks the artifice of existence
    Similar to a dream melting into a vortex of torments.

    Decay and ineptitude overcome
    Once the tremor of mediocrity
    Obliterate every sparkle of sublimity
    And silent wretchedness tarnishes every edge
    In the infinite ocean of longings.

    The screech of indifference
    In a state of desertion of the souls
    Longings of burning deceptions
    A surreal and imaginary mystery
    Surrounded by hideous monstrosities.

    Limping shards of a lost whisper
    Disguise in the shadow of an instant
    A gathering of wonders and desires seizes endless anguishes
    When reminiscences dissolve in the ethereal.

    The intangible world of the ideas
    Collapses in the dreary chasm of the metaphysical
    The hesitation of a glimpse of a dream
    Disappears in a hidden spoil of eternal emptiness.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • A Blissful Swoon

    A Blissful Swoon

    A Blissful Swoon

    A blissful swoon as an unexpected sigh
    A brutal daze as a distorted evanescence
    When a distant echo of archaic fantasies resurfaces
    Like a relic from the depths of an infinite abyss
    Where the utmost devastation swallows every bliss and longing
    Where there is no place for integrity and probity
    A passionate taint leaves an indelible blemish on every fragment of spark
    A strayed bond of deception and devotion is destined to dissolve in a flare
    A radiant eternity hides inside a dim disintegration
    A surreal cloud is lost in every dreaming sorrow
    Shining glazes soothe emotions soaring through an enigma
    Ethereal glimmers wander in the silent maze of mystic blazes.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • A Silent Dream

    A Silent Dream

    A Silent Dream

    A silent dream turns to dust
    A strong illusion ascends the flame of memories
    A whisper suddenly shuts the surrounding emotions
    A cold mist touches a fragment of an instant
    A meaningless wish melts into a burning mystery
    The empty night appears as an unknown memory
    A blurred silence breaks the chain of a hidden consolation
    The contemplation of a shining shadow nestling a dreary destiny
    The time is entwined with a surreal blooming deception
    A lost light gently falters in the space
    An intangible wind let the envious struggles fall into the nothingness
    A desperate glow and a devoted tear tremble together
    The wondering cloud shines its unfortunate secret
    Whispered with an incredible sorrow in a dead eternity.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Perpetually Lost

    Perpetually Lost

    Perpetually Lost

    Perpetually lost in the neverness of hopes
    It cannot be back what is forever lost
    They cannot be back those who nevermore will find a real dimension
    Once they are in another realm
    The lugubrious grief is not an amiable counterpart at most
    Being a shadow of every memory and prospect
    An encomiastical tale of a glorious bliss
    Eternally lost in a furtive instant
    A surreal and silent melody
    Stolen by the wind of the emotions
    Far-fetched beliefs of an idyll
    The need to trust a tainted truth fell into the abyss of misery
    And comfort can only be achieved in constant oblivion.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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