The forest of desires and dreams
An imaginary place existing only in the night
When my unconsciousness dazzled me, and I had my excuse to embrace every kind of oddity
Silence couldn’t hush my fantasies
On the contrary, every fantastic daydream was a gift that the darkness granted me
Although humans were far from my horizon
Since the very first day, I had been cast away from their cynical empire made of metal and pollution
I always felt like a creature made of stars and flowers
My superpower was inside myself and in the celestial garden that surrounded me all the time
I became a fairy hovering in the gardens of mysteries and enchantments
Reality existed only in my dreams day and night
And I nullified the time that didn’t exist anymore in my realm of sparkling beauty
Soft melodies enchanted all my fears fiercely
And I lost every trace of anguish in my heart
I was fearless and unapologetically insolent
Midnight unlocked every portal to mythical worlds, only for me
I had always been under the spell of my own deceptions
Which didn’t allow me to recover my wisdom
The scent of extravagant fruits and nocturnal flowers captivated me
I kept the belief of never desisting in my bizarre journey
The forest of desires and dreams was my delight
Whenever the stars enlightened my path
Each dream of mine manifested in the shape of comets and rainbows
As I breathed, my heart became bewitched by all the moonlight
While I never ceased to pursue my quest for treasure chests replenished with glimmering hopes
I evolved into an enigmatic oddity
So eccentric and full of impossible dreams
Nevertheless, frailty never left me
And the forest of my desires and dreams disappeared like an evanescent cloud in the night sky
In a realm without sunlight but with a steady and rebellious moonlight
Where everything was magic
For eternity and beyond.
Elisabetta Esther
Tag: imagination
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The Forest Of Desires And Dreams
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In The Abyss Of My Thoughts
In the abyss of my thoughts
I felt the shadows of my dark memories
All over my dreams like hunting ghosts
Feeding my fears with their perfidyI felt the chills of my terrible past
Breaking my heart into a myriad of disillusions
I begged my broken mirrors not to bring to life those remembrances
Crowding my nightmares in desolate nights of anguishEverything now seems so different and irreversible
My cries are full of tears of liberation
Even though I cannot escape from the labyrinth of my mind
It feels like my soul aches has become my radianceMy nightmares came to be my companions
I’m unbound from my ancestral ropes
Nevertheless
My soul is overwhelmed with a cloudy trepidationI strive to endure all those ghouls
Surrounding me like unexpected ancestors
Whenever they visit me by day and night
Covering my fragile voice with their scary howlsIn vain, I begged them to definitely vanish
But they came back over and over again
Nothing could prevent them from visiting me
And I struggle to welcome them as welcome guestsIn the abyss of my thoughts
I rely on my hopes to linger like a lost butterfly
While every storm tries to bring me back to the castle of blight
Committed to the solemn oath of silence and forgetfulnessIn vain, I implored all the stars of the night sky to find a haven
Not even the immense ocean waves were willing to listen to my concerns
Whenever my heart aches, it echoes all over the universe
Loneliness evolved into my only safe island of peaceI wished I could continue to live inside my sparkling cloud of illusions
I desired to be the princess of my dream kingdom
However, there I lingered
In the abyss of my thoughts.
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Dreams And Chimaeras
Dreams and chimaeras make me forget my worries and anguish.
Surrounded by memories, broken mirrors, and interrupted cries.
I lie languid like a flower stunned by the morning dew.Silence is a sweet melody that distracts me when I no longer understand where life is leading me.
And in the night I hear the sound of loneliness like a sudden omen of abandonment and defeat.The darkness paints imaginary landscapes in my mind.
The sound of the clouds reminds me to forget my name and hang my soul upon the shadows to rest.
Leaden nightmares drag me down into the abyss of despair.Far away I can hear the screams of my fears calling out my name.
So I take the chance to follow their trail in the obsidian forest.
Where I try to find my image in mirrors that whisper to me.Murmurs of pain and betrayal appear to me as shapes of magic bliss.
In my madness, I exist as a free bird of the night.
Closed doors become gates to infinity.
Forever bound to my lack of reality.I live in the surreal chasm to which I will always belong.
Abysm and love blend like mysterious revelations.
They own my heart and my soul eternally.Imagination guides me toward the garden of illusions.
I become the most delusional creature of the realm of shadows.
Love caresses me as gently as a sharp snowflake.My heart is in an everlasting pang.
Foolishness possesses me, as I advance in my wisdom.
What I thought would have destroyed me gave me a spark of demise.I was lost and I was alive at the same time.
As an inanimate doll with a burning heart.
The nothingness stared at me in its boundless ferocity.
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The Kingdom Of Paradoxes And Absurdities
The kingdom of paradoxes and absurdities was the place where bullying and arrogance reigned supreme, sovereign over vulgarity and stupidity. They wallpapered the walls of every place that held court in such a realm.
Anything that could be imagined was both unreal and real at the same time. It could exist or not exist. Absurdity, however, was the master of the place. Thus, everything my logic deemed possible was tangible and predictable. In truth, it could neither take place nor be actualised in such sovereignty.
I cannot say that I was dreaming, nor can I say that I was awake. In a state of shock and surrender of my ego, I could no longer even discern whether I was daydreaming or hallucinating. All I could say was what my sensations and perceptions made me feel in every part of my soul and heart, in every part of my body.
Although I had firmly decided not to bend to the will of others, not to bow down or worship the conventions imposed on me persistently, I fell into a deadly trap—a kind of imprisonment, a state of captivity from which I could not free myself. Invisible chains that I felt and perceived in my body and heart held dominion over my life and my way of thinking.
My jewellery box had been plundered. All my secrets had been revealed by indiscreet tongues. And my protection had vanished. It was as if I had become a defenceless flower in the midst of a threatening desert.
I had to say goodbye to my version of myself, which was no longer alive. I had to say goodbye to all those visions that had deceived me falsely, when my naivety clouded my sight.
In the kingdom of paradoxes and absurdities, I had to succumb and suffer. I had nowhere else to go. And the more I tried to escape, the more it seemed that this strange land expanded beneath my feet, preventing me from crossing its high and menacing walls. And what could the sky do but watch me, almost mocking me in an indifferent and cynical manner.
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The Candlelit Gallery Of Statues
The candlelit gallery of statues
Where the statues remember me
Amid the silence of their whispers
While I wandered aimlessly around them
And my imagination conducted me through the labyrinth of my desires
My heart craved for beauty and arts
And I left the mortal world to embrace the realm of my secret dreamsI became what I had imagined
I had no shape
I had no limitations
I was a spirit invisible to every stare
With the certitude of my fragility
I was aware that every step of mine became an invisible fragment of memory
Sadness didn’t have any power over me
And regretful memories were just ephemeral visionsTime seemed to lose power
And I was acquainted that my existence was not bound to time
No chain linked my soul
Indeed I was boundless as a wild bird flying in the skyThe candlelit gallery of statues had become my eternal dwelling
Where I could linger wearing my gown of distress and grief
And fill every chamber with my tears of death.
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The Magic Beneath Her Smile
The magic beneath her smile
In a hush of varnished sight
Her gaze held mine
She was not senseless
She was enigmatic
A timeless masterpiece
An eternal and sublime beauty
As if she knew everything about me
And all that I hadn’t yet dared to liveSeventeen-seventeen was the arcane message
She whispered to me in the gallery aura
Like a cypher and a vow
A painting is much more than a mirror
It is the reflection of a soul into a thin surface of eternityThe time became nineteen-nineteen
Like wings folding back into the surface of my body
An unlived existence was rising up from between my heart
And it was not a fairytale or a legend
But a secret signal and a door to another worldSurreal fantasies became my realm
And there I lingered silent and astonished
Immobile like a sphinx with staring eyes
Futile as I felt like the moments of bliss I lived in that magic kingdom of beauty and eternity
An exquisite world where my heart beat again joyfullyVanity and ephemeral dreams took me to mysterious places
Where I discovered new oddities and ancient secrets
I wouldn’t be able to understand which spell had been cast on me
I only knew I couldn’t resist the captivating labyrinth of artsThe magic beneath her smile concealed arcane mysteries
It wasn’t a prosaic artwork but a divine splendour
Dressed in centuries of varnish
Hid behind a shining crystal
Surrounded by fragments of timeless magnificence.
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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 outI 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 skyI 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 mesmerisedI 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 madnessI 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.
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Weeping My Heart Out
Weeping my heart out in the abyss of the night
While dark shadows embrace me beneath the pale moonlight made of cold sorrows
Teardrops carve my name, descending like rivers of woe
I drown in the ocean of nightmares and deathThe stars have ceased to weep, after staring at the moon’s indifference
And the wind whispers all my beloved secrets
Singing the anguish that I keep in my treasure chest
In my garden of grief where midnight roseWeeping my heart out in the stillness of a silent night
When silence and sorrow prom together
Echoing through the hollow halls of my soul
And leaving imprints of longing and griefThe dawn doesn’t dare to graze my tear-stained face
Because I belong to the clasp of perpetual twilight
I’m my weakness and chaos of catastrophe
Being myself the most intemperate tragedyI’m darkness and night
I’m an ethereal creature of the eternal darkness
An extravagant flower glowing in the gloomy wilderness
I love to disappear in the most remote places of my imaginationWeeping my heart out, I find myself in a meadow of deception
Where I cannot discern anymore what is real from what is delusion
Hence, I surrender to the uncertainty of my overwhelming fate
Unaware of my future demiseI want to avoid thinking, for I live solely through my passions
In a frenzy of madness and lust, I become a new creature
An ephemeral ghost bound to a doomed destiny
Floating between ecstasy and oblivionI take delight in dancing with the spectres of my forsaken desires
Their strokes ignite flames upon my pale skin
The night sky swallows the forbidden nectar of my tears
While I vanish into the chasm of my own longingsNo sunrise will encounter me and no dusk will mourn me
For I belong to the stillness of the midnight’s embrace
As I become a shadow lost in the labyrinth of time
A withering shade, devoured by the void within me.
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My Obscure Sides
My obscure sides are so numerous that they cannot be contained by the vastness of the ocean. If someone sought to know them, I would say that I am only made of darkness, for no light remains within me.
Beneath a cloudy night sky deprived of stars, I wander in my loneliness without any moonlight shining over me. Embracing my fears, uncautiously I explore all my darkest secrets.
Bold and reckless I explore the most hidden recesses of beauty and mystery. I love to dance alone in the coldest winter nights under the cloudy sky. I love to be mad and foolish and never care about the consequences.
I’m a courtesan and a poet, embracing my most feral self. I often forget my name and I don’t fit in any box of comfort and conventions. I’m free like a butterfly flying from one flower to another one.
I adore being stroked by the frost wind and pierced by thunders of passions, feeling the poundage of my incubi on my body during my respite.
My obscure sides hide quietly in the shadows of my heart. I’m bound forever to darkness and sorrow. Indeed, I’m dressed in an exquisite gown made of grief and tears.
I love to indulge in my decadence and I love to lie languidly on a bed of flowers contaminated by the dust of decay. Broken like a shattered crystal gem I dwell in absolute silence, inside my dark chamber made of anguish.
I love to fantasize and live in my absurd dreams. I’m a living paradox and an oddity outside the ordered realm of standard society made of entities who are already lifeless.
Embracing the chaos within myself, I sink into the abyss of darkness, wrapped in a cloak of sorrows and illusions. Chained by invisible bonds, I get lost in the labyrinth of my imagination.
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The Yellow Rose
The yellow rose is my beloved flower
She watches over me like a star in a dream
She is always there for me, listening to me
I love my yellow rose, and she loves meIn my loneliness, I shun every human shape
My only refuges are poetry, literature, art and flowers
I am so overwhelmed by life that I cannot comprehend the sense of my fate
And so, I abandon myself to decadence and beautyDaydreaming is one of my favourite solaces
I can fly whenever I wish with my imagination
Avoiding facing a reality and a society I don’t understand
Feeling always different from others
I cannot avoid to fall into the valley of despairMy yellow rose watches over me like a guardian angel
She is actually my angel, and I protects me from nightmares
In my secret and hidden garden made of secrets and enigmas
Where I can lose control of my emotions and be myselfPanic spasms shake me in my slumber, surrounded by the darkest darkness
And I can barely breathe, feeling invisible chains around my neck
And a poundage on my body like an enormous demon of the night
A ghoul that afflicts my heart with its sharp spearThe sound of the night birds awakes me in my bed
And I don’t see anymore my yellow rose that was just an illusion
A beautiful delusional vision of my subconscious
I’m all alone again and nothing can protect me anymoreAll my life has been a majestic nightmare
A nightmare made of violence and survival
An agony made of horror and demise
Where there was no place for dreams and hopes

Being voiceless and invisible has been always my reality
In an existence where I never wanted to be alive
Being but a doll, half alive and half dead
A manipulated and deceived dollThe yellow was my deliverance and the only companion I had
But she never existed, for she was the fruit of my illusions
She was the shining star I had always dreamed of
And forgetting about this life
I continue to dream because I’m only made of dreams and stars.
Elisabetta