Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: forgetfulness

  • The Realm Of Crimson Roses

    The Realm Of Crimson Roses

    The realm of crimson roses was my treasure
    The secret haven of my desires for extravagant dreams
    The sweet and bewitching scent of the crimson roses drugged me
    It was like I drank the poison of oblivion for the very first time
    And I forgot my essence, bleeding my heart out

    I had visions and hallucinations like I was in an eternal sleep
    I saw beauty and magnificence in every corner of the castle of dreams
    Crying and smiling, I’ve finally found infinite delight in my abyss of anguish
    No pang could frighten me anymore because I was free
    Like a bird flying so high, it could touch the sky

    I belonged to the realm of crimson roses, and my heart was bound to it
    Through invisible chains made of love and death
    No slumber was necessary anymore because I was in a perpetual state of stupor
    Enchanted by a wicked spell cast over me, I could no longer abandon my state of captivity
    I was languidly mesmerised

    I surrendered to a throne of nightmares and dread
    It was made of crimson roses and adorned with long and sharp thorns
    So pointed were their punches pierced my heart
    Making me bleed until I became an ethereal creature of the night
    The pain freed me from fears and insecurities
    And I had not anymore a material body
    After all, I never lived in reality because I was born in the realm of nightmares and madness

    I knew not whether I dreamt or waked
    So dazed was my mind, I could not divine between vision and verity
    The realm of crimson roses could have been a spectre of my imagination
    Enchanting me like a nocturnal lullaby
    It suited my senses and hypnotised my heart
    A fleeting Utopia, born to wither with the dawn.
    Elisabetta

  • Luscious Desires

    Luscious Desires

    Luscious desires bloomed under the shape of extravagant flowers,
    In the nighttime darkness, they loved to glow in all their lush,
    A manifestation of boldness and imprudence.

    Every sculpture in this luscious garden was corrupted by the scent of triviality,
    A labyrinth where unaware visitors
    Usually delusional dreamers,
    Strolled, losing themselves.

    Time did not exist anymore,
    Luscious dreams became a habit
    During each slumber,
    In this realm of obsessions and paranoias.

    Sanity had lost its fight against madness,
    Irrational and luscious desires ruled this magical world,
    Where lavish and luxurious flowers bloomed in all their senseless beauty.

    Fountains of forgetfulness adorned the garden,
    Their waters shimmering under the starry night sky,
    Whispering promises of escape, yet luring only deeper into oblivion.

    Every path led to the same abyss,
    A void where reality blurred,
    And time became an abstract illusion,
    Lost in the haze of perpetual dusk.

    The air was rich with the fragrance of opulence,
    A perfume that clouded the slumbers,
    Numbing reason while igniting an insatiable longing
    For more—more dreams, more madness, more of the luscious delirium.

    Dreamers wandered endlessly,
    Their imprints were muffled by the overgrown vines,
    Each lost in their own reverie,
    Each captive to the garden’s seduction.

    No voice of reason could pierce this veil,
    For even the stars above had forgotten their course,
    Twinkling aimlessly in a sky that no longer cared for order.

    This occult realm, once rooted in the soil of desire,
    Had spiralled into a darkened utopia,
    Where all that was lush and beautiful
    Became the seeds of profound and inescapable chaos.

    Luscious desires flourished, wilder and more feral.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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