Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: lush garden

  • Blooming Desires

    Blooming Desires

    Blooming desires blossom everywhere around me
    The stars in the sky above me are shining brightly
    My pure heart discloses all the secrets and beauty
    Blissful passions burn my heart like glowing torches

    I became a flower in my own garden of fantasies
    I rule my own realm of dreams and utopias
    And a sweet melody cast the spell over me
    Like a hypnotising hymn of joy and delight

    I feel no poundage of fear and anguish anymore
    I fly free like a wild bird of paradise
    Touching the clouds and stars with my colourful wings
    I say goodbye to the old version of myself broken and deceived

    I smile and cry at the same time
    Repeating all the verses of my poetry to walls and trees
    Declaring my love for the sublime and beauty
    Promising to never break my sacred oath of loyalty to the art of poetry

    I try to reach out to my inner blooming desires
    Quietly embracing my true self for the very first time
    Although it seems like I have lost my resilience
    I find refuge in my fairytale world where I’m a forever princess

    I never let social norms and prejudices shape my life or my essence
    I stand up for my liberty and independence in thinking and living
    Because life is just a short and absurd journey in this odd universe
    Where the absurdities are countless but still oddly enlightening

    I decided to embrace my inner turmoil and chaos
    To become a fantastic oddity rejecting every conformity
    Even though oftentimes it makes me fall into oblivion
    My blooming desires guide me along my path of madness and decay

    I’m a whimsical creature of my own dreams
    I’m a surreal and mystical fairy flying around her bizarre flowers
    Lost in the labyrinth of my absurd imagination
    Where reality ceases to exist and fantasy is the only truth I hold dear inside my heart
    And I dance to the rhythm of my blooming desires and untamed spirit.
    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

  • The Struggle Is Part Of My Life

    The Struggle Is Part Of My Life

    The Struggle Is Part Of My Life

    The struggle is part of my life
    As well as my desire to love and be loved
    My poetry is the reflection of my soul
    I am too shy to exist
    And I might be obsessed with passionate love
    My feelings are always intense
    Like a deep crimson rose garden
    Flowers could be one of my obsessions
    My ardent desire pierces my soul
    Shattering it into pieces
    I would love to be a bright star in the obscurity of the night
    I would love to be a sublime orchid lost in a lush tropical garden
    I never stop to wonder about life
    Dreaming is the breathing of my soul
    I have infinite love inside my heart
    Passions overwhelm my mind
    Sighs and tears would return every night
    Lying awake in my bed and closing my eyes
    All kind of fantasies would seize my mind.
    Esther Racah

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