Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: illusions

  • The Thorns Of Anguish

    The Thorns Of Anguish

    The thorns of anguish pierced my heart
    Making it bleed in dismay
    In a distressing struggle in my sleepless nights

    I wouldn’t feel any pleasure anymore
    In this short existence of mine
    And the only certitude remained was a frantic dream

    A foolish dream made of many other dreams
    A multitude of hallucinations
    Ready to make me feel a joyful fool

    I’m not of this world of homologated humans
    I’m made of dreams and illusions
    I’m not a human at all, being an ethereal creature of the night

    Hiding under the blankets of my bed
    I pretend to be the queen of my realm of ether and chaos
    Avoiding to accept reality and its social conventions

    I write because I feel there is no other way to express my inner world
    In trivial and merry moments of my life

    Oftentimes, I wouldn’t feel any pleasure anymore
    Nor sadness, nor dread, nor longings
    For I had become nothing more than a spirit

    I floated endlessly through the enchanted woods
    Among elves and fairies whispering me secrets
    While I was feeling blissful and bewildered at the same time

    The thorns of anguish pierced my heart again and again
    Until the last drop of blood would drip on the cold soil
    In my secret garden of dreams and nightmares

    In my arcane heaven, illusions bloomed alongside despair
    And I would have become an impalpable and gloomy shadow
    Incapable of feeling sorrow and mirth

    I had forgotten the hypocrisy of the disowned reality
    Because I was so much lost in my metaphysical realm
    An intricate labyrinth created by my own mind

    I became a phantom bound to an endless twilight
    I was a creature of eternal dusk
    Fading into the hush of the night mist

    The moon cast silver woes
    In my everlasting fantasy
    Forever dissolved in nothingness.
    Elisabetta

  • Random Thoughts

    Random Thoughts

    Random thoughts and memories hit me like thunders
    And my fears grasp me with their claws
    Feeling dizzy and unconscious
    I cannot control my descent into doom and decay

    More confused than ever
    I try to understand the unreasonable reasons of the fate
    Disappointments and merriments entwine in my heart
    And I can only cry and scream at the sky
    Where the stars and moon seem careless to my pains

    My future destiny is obscure and uncertain
    The unknown is my senseless fate
    Rage and regret take me to their dungeon
    Striving to forget my past is not my strength

    Words flow in my mind as well as emotions flow inside my heart
    Truth and lies are fused together, and reality becomes just an illusion
    Illusions and dreams became my reality
    Where I can have a safe haven all for me

    Walking alone in the darkness among strangers
    I feel like I am not really human but a creature belonging to another realm
    A realm of fantasy and chimaeras where everything is beautiful and sublime
    And no fear is necessary to survive

    Having always felt like an outsider and a weird person all my lifelong
    I always preferred to stay in silence and avoid too much noise
    I never loved social gatherings with self-introductions and explanations
    I’ve never felt understood or seen inside as I really am

    Hiding in the dark shadows of the night has been my best choice
    Hiding from everyone and everything
    A nocturnal creature as I am
    I love concealing myself
    Fleeting into the realm of phantasmagoria

    I am made of whispers and delusions
    I am made of strength and weakness
    I am made of love and hate
    I am made of stardust and dust of decay

    Random thoughts chase me everywhere I go
    They hunt me fiercely and I cannot flee from them
    Stars seem to fall over me
    Hitting and piercing my heart.
    Elisabetta

  • Claustrophobic Thoughts

    Claustrophobic Thoughts

    Claustrophobic thoughts on solitude and self-love
    Duty was the master of my obsessions
    Although I was travelling in an unreachable remote realm
    Where I was not aware that I could have dreamed

    The surprise of being a part of the time and eternity
    But as an invisible and ethereal creature of darkness
    Longing I could manifest all the desires of mine
    Faraway from ambiguous wicked beings

    Enticed by my love and desire for my untouchable beloved
    Who perceived but ignored my passion for him
    Hence, frustration and impossibility separated me
    Keeping me awake at night and a dreamer in the middle of the day

    Whenever I could have the chance to meet him
    I would rejoice in his vision and sometimes voice
    Striving to obtain some quick and volatile attention
    For just a few instants that sounded like an eternity

    Silence and loneliness waited for me
    In every corner of my mind
    Whenever my hope could have been fulfilled
    In my naive dreams

    Waiting was the only option
    Even forever
    As long as I could be there not far from him
    With my heart

    Dreams and illusions are my merriment
    Like a multicoloured lamp enlightening sleepless nights
    While my claustrophobic thoughts trapped my mind
    In a vortex

    Letting the river of life captivate me
    I float like a leaf on the cold waters of fate
    When uncertainty is the ruler of the realm
    Echoing my name

    Words like carved truths on my soul
    Conducting me to my unknown destination
    I become words
    I become memories

    Vanishing in the void
    All that remains of me are my fears and longings
    Cling to my love
    Burning like an inextinguishable flame
    Pure like the blossom of a crimson rose.
    Elisabetta

  • The Storm of Fire

    The Storm of Fire

    The storm of fire and water overcame the stillness of the night,
    Beneath a sky overcrowded with clouds and fire,
    A magnificent spectacle beyond every imagination,
    In the midst of the infinite emptiness.

    Darkness ruled this phantasmagorical realm of fantasy and reality,
    Where illusions and deception became the only reality,
    In a play of light and shadow beyond the visible world.

    Decadent longings blossomed like dead flowers,
    Waiting to be obliterated by the fallacious gleam of decayed stars,
    While every hope withered like smoke in the void,
    In the ephemeral realm of fleeting lusts and desires.

    Solitude and a melancholic nostalgia made sombre the sky,
    Where the moon wept silver tears upon the world of reality,
    Veiled by mantles of ash and forsaken sighs,
    lighting a requiem for dreams long buried.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Delusional Expectations

    Delusional Expectations

    Delusional expectations in the midst of the night,
    When the most profound silence enveloped every corner of the realm of reality,
    The solitude ruled the entire realm of arcane and magical dreams.

    Darkness and light were both present in a frolic of magic spells,
    Flowers and trees grew taller every night, relying on desires and deceptions,
    Along the banks of rivers of oblivion.

    Remembrances fell down on cold soil like dead leaves,
    Making the noise of tombstones on forgotten graves,
    Echoes of souls lost in the void,
    Calling from beyond, where time no longer reigned.

    Shadows stretched their domain for every whisper of the wind,
    Dancing beneath a pale, evanescent moon,
    As the night creatures began to sing their silent melody.
    Fate lingered over every sigh and lament,
    As the boundary between dream and death blurred into obliviousness.

    Ephemeral phantoms wandered beneath twisted trees,
    Their hollow gazes fixed upon the distant stars,
    Which no longer offered promises of mirth or hope,
    In fact, they provided only a reflection of their despair.

    The scent of decay drifted through the air,
    A reminder of the countless stories left untold,
    Forgotten by the living and the dead.
    Yet, within this realm, they lingered,
    Bound by the remnants of a magic long since faded.

    In the centre of this spectral realm,
    A lone figure stood amidst the expanding dark,
    Cloaked in glooms, their sights filled with silent yearning.
    They scrutinised the cycle of night’s dominion,
    With no solace in the rising of the dawn.

    The river’s slow current carried away forgotten remembrances,
    Washing them clean of all the pain and sorrow,
    Only to return them once again,
    Draped in the midst of eternity’s frigid embrace.

    Delusional expectations blossomed in this endless twilight, like dreams of deliverance,
    They were no more than other illusions,
    Further delusions wrapped in the silence of the night.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • A Night of Illusions

    A Night of Illusions

    A night of illusions and dreams in the realm of nowhere,
    Where shadows crept, and whispers filled the still, damp air.
    The moon hung low, a pale ghost in the starry sky,
    Casting spectral light on graves long and dry.

    Winds howled like banshees through trees long dead,
    Their gnarled branches reached, filled with dread.
    Crimson leaves scattered in the night,
    Cloaked in darkness, absent of light.

    A night of illusions, where reality frayed,
    Through twisted paths, a figure strayed.
    Each step grew heavier, like feet carved from stone,
    The ground below whined, archaic and cold as bone.

    Eyes glowed from hollows, hidden in the darkness,
    Watching every move, waiting to strike, heartless.
    A chill crept down each spine, freezing all breath,
    The air was thick with decay, the scent of death.

    In the distance, a chapel, broken and bleak,
    Its doors cracked open with a hollow creak.
    It beckoned, its silence heavy with dread,
    Inside, only wails of the forsaken dead.

    Candles flickered, faint embers on the wall,
    Casting eerie shadows, giants dark and tall.
    The silence screamed louder than any sound,
    As knees touched the cold, stone ground.

    The wind seemed to whisper a forgotten name,
    A soul trapped forever in a cold, endless flame.
    Cobwebs clung to the altar, brittle and old,
    Where stories of sorrow and death had been told.

    Mysterious figures appeared, cloaked in tattered black,
    Their hollow gaze stared a shadow at the back.
    They beckoned forward into the abyss,
    Promising solace with ghostly grimaces.

    A night of illusions and nightmares, an entranced and silent visitation,
    As mist gathered thickly, a mournful pall.
    Deeper ghouls went through crypts of stone,
    Where no heart had beat, no seed had been sown.

    A voice whispered, soft and clear,
    “Welcome to your fate; you belong here.”
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Garden of Nightmares

    The Garden of Nightmares

    The garden of nightmares was a wonder in the realm of fantasy,
    None could have touched the flowers of such an enchanting garden,
    Full of magic spells and arcane secrets.

    So oftentimes, it was the obsession of dreamers,
    Those who were aware of the potential dangers of such a magical place,
    Where thorns were welcome, and no scent would perfume its aura.

    Echoes of choirs singing ancient melodies revived that realm,
    A world that existed only in the imagination of the subconscious,
    A lonely and distant kingdom of beauty and torment.

    Not safe was incautiously confiding dark secrets in this hidden alcove,
    A garden whose meadows and trees were rooted in deception and betrayal,
    Leaving to luring desires the task of enchantment among luscious flowers.

    The garden of nightmares was a wonder in the realm of fantasy,
    None could have touched the flowers of such an enchanting garden,
    Full of magic spells and arcane secrets.

    So oftentimes, it was the obsession of dreamers,
    Those who were aware of the potential dangers of such a magical place,
    Where thorns were welcome, and no scent would perfume its aura.

    Echoes of choirs singing ancient melodies revived that realm,
    A world that existed only in the imagination of the subconscious,
    A lonely and distant kingdom of beauty and torment.

    Not safe was incautiously confiding dark secrets in this hidden alcove,
    A garden whose meadows and trees were rooted in deception and betrayal,
    Leaving to luring desires the task of enchantment among luscious flowers.

    In the garden of nightmares, each petal whispered secrets, wrapped in shadows’ embrace,
    While the moonlight danced softly, casting dreams on the night sky,
    In this garden, silence sang, a melody bittersweet.

    Where the vibrant hues of joy clashed with sorrow’s deceit,
    The aura was loaded with nostalgia; each whisper was a haunting sigh,
    Dreamers wandered through the maze, drawn to what might lie.

    Beneath the surface of beauty, where the heartbeats echoed slowly,
    A realm of contrasts, light and dark, where both delight and anguish grew,
    Yet, amidst the splendour, a red flag lingered near.

    For the siren call of yearning masked the lurking fear,
    Every bloom bore witness to a soul’s forsaken plight,
    Trapped within a labyrinth, lost between day and night.

    In the garden of nightmares, some dared to linger, intoxicated by the view,
    Chasing visions of a paradise where fantasies come true,
    But the thorns they had ignored drew blood from tender dreams.

    And this orchard of phantoms revealed its silent screams,
    Thus, tread lightly in the dusk where wishes intertwine,
    For within that haunting beauty lies a truth so hard to find.

    The garden, a mirror reflecting one’s innermost desires,
    A sanctuary of longings still set ablaze with fire.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Labyrinth Of Dreams

    The Labyrinth Of Dreams

    The labyrinth of dreams
    Twisting corridors—endless—
    Shadows stretch—whispers?
    No sense—nothing makes sense—
    Lost, lost—where am I?
    Doors—open—close—
    Which way? No way—
    Every turn—a dead end?
    No—just another path,
    Another dream—
    Or is it a nightmare?

    Walls shift—breathe—
    Do they breathe?
    Or is that my mind?
    No—something else—
    The labyrinth of dreams is alive—
    It waits—
    For what?
    For me?
    Or something worse?
    I can’t tell—
    Everything blends—
    Dreams, nightmares—
    They are the same dreadful illusions.

    Fragments—memories—
    Pieces fall—
    Lost dreams—forgotten dreams—
    Where do they go?
    Into the labyrinth—
    Lost—like me.
    Wandering—
    Searching—
    For what?
    For an exit?
    There is no exit—
    Only more passages—
    More turns—
    More walls that shift,
    That trap.

    Turn—Turn—
    Is this the same hallway?
    Or a new one?
    I can’t tell—
    It’s all the same—
    Or is it?
    Nothing is real—
    Everything is real—
    Twisting—turning—
    The labyrinth of dreams never ends—
    Never ends—
    Where does it go?
    Nowhere—
    Everywhere—
    Lost in dreams—
    Dreams that aren’t mine—
    Or are they?

    Dreams… dreams…
    They unravel—
    Threads snap—
    Is this my mind?
    Or the maze?
    Who is dreaming?
    Am I?
    Or is the labyrinth dreaming of me?
    No way out—
    No way forward—
    Only the labyrinth—
    Only the dreams and the nightmares—
    Waking, sleeping—
    All the same here.
    Forever…
    Lost…
    In the labyrinth of dreams.
    A maze of my mind—
    A maze of other minds—
    It never ends—
    Twisting, turning—
    Into nothing. Into the abyss.

    Each step—
    Sighs—
    But are they my sighs?
    Or someone else’s?
    Shadows whisper—
    But what do they whisper?
    I strain to hear—
    Yet only silence answers.
    The labyrinth of fear shifts—
    Breathless—
    As if alive,
    Or alive with something—
    Something I can’t see.
    Familiar, yet foreign—
    Each corner, a new fear—
    Every turn, a deeper plunge
    Into the unknown,
    Into the endless maze.
    Lost forever…into the abyss of nothingness.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Entropy Dreams

    Entropy Dreams

    Entropy dreams,
    Fragments of utopia scatter in the emptiness,
    In a whirlwind of forsaken dreams,
    Silent screams come to be louder,
    In the void, nothing is what it seems.

    Stars weep, their light fading fast,
    Time disintegrates, a mere illusion,
    The cosmos laughs, a cosmic jest,
    Existence crumbles in confusion.

    Shadows swirl with unseen chains,
    Life’s meaning slips through broken mirrors,
    In the chaos, only doom remains,
    A bitter taste of despair lingers.

    Ethereal entities move with severed ropes,
    Controlled by unscrupulous needles,
    A spectacular show of futile things,
    A game of illusions and cruel wills.

    Stars search for new realms in endless nights,
    Ghouls beat to rhythms of despair,
    Wandering flames grasp at straws of fleeting light,
    Before dissolving in the nothingness.

    An embrace of the void, deprived of hope,
    Chaos, a precious place of the final phase,
    In the end, there is only the abyss of solitude and annihilation,
    Entropy dreams, like a cold and relentless embrace.

    Slowly, the wind moves every delight away,
    Dizziness and anguish like heavy rain,
    During long nights of dismal nightmares,
    Visions of death and tears.

    Blood drops on the stones of ancient times,
    Like red roses blossoming in thorns,
    An invisible dungeon without escape,
    Buried alive dreams.

    At the ends of the universe, forgotten and forlorn,
    Fates and fortunes entwine in macabre proms,
    Legends of chaos, haunting mournings,
    Lost in the labyrinths of chance and oddity.

    Thoughts unravel, threads of wisdom fray,
    Spectres of expectancy drift away in the abyss,
    Beneath the stars’ apathetic glance,
    Entropy dreams surrender to the darkness.

    Void’s clasp, cruel and relentless,
    A garden of despair and sorrow,
    While every memory is a faint reality,
    As the darkness devours the light.

    Tangled in the web of destiny,
    Time ticks to the rhythm of decay,
    In the end, it was too late, too late to reprieve,
    Lost in the grasp of entropy and chaos.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Betrayed Dreams

    Betrayed Dreams

    Betrayed dreams were trapped in a dim chasm where fates were doomed.
    Whispered tales revealed fate’s cruel descent.
    Beneath the moon’s cold, watchful gaze,
    Lay the past where hopes had died.

    In twilight’s hush, the atmosphere grew eerie,
    As dark secrets began to whirl.
    Dreams once woven with silver threads,
    Turned pale and dim, cold and dead.

    In forgotten rooms where laments wept,
    Silent murmurs invoked dreams and illusions.
    Through the misty veils of sorrow’s shroud,
    Wandering ghouls summoned long-lost regrets.

    In a garden wild with brambles and thorns,
    Where happiness and brightness once had rambled,
    Stood a phantom, cold and stark,
    Guarding the graves of dreams now dark.

    Waves of delight faded, turning into wails,
    In the dark night where truth had been belied.
    Promises shattered like fragile crystal,
    In the shadows of a tarnished past.

    In cobbled roads beneath the fog,
    Lay the remnants of melancholic memories.
    Once hopeful verses now turned to dust,
    In the silence, everything had disintegrated.

    The clock hands moved in mournful time,
    Marking the end of each hope’s chime.
    In the stillness of the darkness, remembrances stirred,
    Of betrayed dreams, now gone, forsaken.

    The fire’s warmth, now cold and dim,
    The light of hope was no longer trimmed.
    In the ashes of what once had gleamed,
    Lay the remnants of betrayed dreams.

    In twilight’s arms, where shadows slumbered,
    Lay the legend of dreams that had once lived in the labyrinth of imagination.
    In the garden of whispered winds and silent screams,
    Shadows danced upon the traces of bygone dreams.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah