I want to be like the sea
I want to be like the wind
I want to be like the leaves floating free in the mist
I want to fly away into a dream.
Elisabetta
Tag: melancholic
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I Want To Be Like The Sea
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Beneath The Hollow Moon
Beneath the hollow moon, I wandered behind shadows
It seemed like a dream but it felt very tangible
It was an ethereal feeling mixed with physical perceptions
In a secret garden made of dead trees and withered blossomsThe ephemeral veil of the night enveloped me
I was an invisible creature of the night
Hiding from mortal sight and dreaming with open eyes
My visions and hallucinations had become realityThe haze of darkness cast a spell on me
Odd spirits offered me to drink from a goblet of poison
It was a magic potion of oblivion and poison
Whilst I sipped it, I fell into a deep slumberI had forgotten my name and the place where I dwelled
I had become a ghost and a shadow of the night
Imperceptible even to the stars and the moon
I was lost in the labyrinth of my own nightmaresI waited not for my death because I was no longer a mortal
The sorrow and distress of the human world didn’t touch me anymore
I was the darkness and the night
Empowered but still a captive of this arcane underworldEvery part of my incorporeal body belonged to this dungeon of royal decadence
A victim of haunting eerie dreams, I had no other place where to go
It didn’t matter how long I could have screamed my memories
Nothing changed, and my fate stayed unaffectedI had traded my freedom for a kingdom of death and ethereal phantasmagoria
Beneath the hollow moon, I wandered endlessly
Seeking my lost heart in the maze of resentment and silver coffrets full of secrets
And each sigh of mine transformed into a raven rose.A heart full of sorrow and a crown of black roses on my head
Nothing else.
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The Bloom Of Oblivion
The bloom of oblivion flourished everywhere
The flowers of destruction and decay bloomed
They paved my way to the abyss of death I was destined to follow
Without hesitation, I followed them with devotion and sacrificeI lost my wisdom and my resilience to embrace a doomed fate of distress
Each night had become my day, and my sun was the moon shining silvery gleams
A gloomy silence surrounded me as a funeral hymn
My withered heart was my only guideI wept and cried to the night sky that echoed my laments
Beneath the indifferent gaze of the stars that mocked me
As if I was a miserable creature who had lost every direction
No compass was showing me the pathI was alone in loneliness and prostration
I could hear the scream of death from time to time
I knew that I was bound to despair, and my
existence had ceased
My appearance was similar to the ghouls I was encounteringI had lost everything, and nothing could have redeemed my life
No entity could ever rescue me from my obliteration
I had buried all my dreams, and no consolation could alleviate my suffering
I stared at the moon with my eyes full of tears, but nothing could have been alteredI couldn’t perceive anymore the passing of time
The graveyard where I ended up was so dreadful with its blooming flowers of oblivion
Every flower was blooming as a withered blossom
And all the trees were hollow and dead since innumerable epochsNo wish of mine could ever be granted
The bloom of oblivion was everywhere in the realm of death
And I stood still like a porcelain sculpture without blood in its veins
I had lost my soul, and my heart had withered irredeemably
Love and desires resided no longer in my heart
Since everything was nothingness, and I was a tiny part of the immense void.
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The Sirens’ Whispers
The sirens’ whispers echo in my mind
Whenever I am immersed in my absurd thoughts
All I wish for is to escape to my enchanted land of dreams
My heart is captivated by dreams and wonderI belong to a world of illusions and magic
Where I am free to wander through unknown realms
Chasing shadows and stardust in the endless night
In the labyrinth of darkness where there is no escapeThe melodies of weeping memories cast a spell over me
They bound me with chains made of sorrow and regret
I descend into the abyss of the ocean of nightmares
Being a captive in a dungeon of insanity and chimaerasBecoming an enchanting mermaid in this ocean of wonders
I wander through the vast chasm of a submerged realm
Where I can admire all kinds of creatures and oddities
Dancing with gloomy ghouls and shadows of ancient mysteriesThe impetuous current carries me to unknown worlds
And I float light and unconcerned
Swaying with the rhythm of invisible tides
Embracing the dangerous mystery of every silent waveUnaware of my future fate, I welcome the enigma
Dragging my aching heart wherever I go
Chained to this sunken realm, visible only to my sight
Lost under the influence of tumultuous tidesI surrender to the bewitching call of the abyss
Hovering between fragments of withered dreams
Carried by waves that sing forgotten legends
The sirens’ whispers lure me into eternal doom
Where I dwell forever, embraced by the midnight tide.
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Crying To Death
Crying to death until I lose all my fears
Crying to death until my heart bleeds the last drop of grief
I don’t remember my name anymore
I come from a faraway realm where dreams are forbidden
I wander astray in the labyrinth of my bleeding heartNot anymore comforted by solace and delight
I strive to find refuge in my secret realm of illusions
Because I love to lie to myself with shameless boldness
Because I love to fill my heart with deceptionI’m untamed and wild, and I don’t bow to any convention
It’s impossible to fit my soul inside a box of comfort
Too many thoughts crowd my mind
Too many emotions crowd my heart
I’m a paroxysm, a burst of madness wrapped in the quietness of my sorrowI love to wear exclusively beautiful vintage-style dresses and ballerinas
I love to wear red lipstick and red nail polish
I never cut my long blond hair because they keep my little secrets for years discretely
I love books but sometimes I keep them closed as if I would like to guess what is going to happen next in the storyI mainly write night and day and I cannot see myself not writing even a day
That would be like asking me not to breathe
I suffer in silence when I am home alone so nobody can discover it
I never plan what I’m going to write because I believe in improvisation in poetry
I love cloudy skies but not the rain because it makes me feel miserableI love to be in love but I also love to be loved and adored
Solitude and books are my best companions, indeed the only ones
I adore art in all its forms, music, literature and art
Sometimes I prefer to write in a direct way and simple style without labyrinths of metaphorsCrying to death is a way to express myself when I’m suffering unbearably
And when I don’t feel understood and seen by the other creatures of this planet or when memories come to visit me
After all, we suffer mainly because of indifference or tainted interactions with other entities or because of something we don’t want to rememberI feel like an alien creature not belonging to standard society and as an introvert it’s very difficult being part of this messed ocean where I never felt comfortable. So bizarre and odd I’m in the other’s sight that I cannot blend with them.
Therefore, I dwell in my loneliness where I have built my castle of dreams.
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The Garden Of Despair
The garden of despair was the realm of my heart
Where not a single day would have passed without a cry, a sob, and a sigh
Flowers would bloom every time a year of despair would moisten their petals
And a ghoul would appear in its ethereal appearanceSo, I relied on this wonderful and fantastic alcove
To release all my phantoms of the past and all my fears of the future
I was wandering among the tall flowers with their huge thorns
Thorns that oftentimes would pierce my heartHence, my heart bled and made crimson every flower of the garden of despair
Whilst the absolute silence surrounded me
As there was absolutely no way to hear the celestial voices of the stars
In a moonless and raven sky made of obsidian gemsEncircled by the shadows of the night
I followed the cold wind of solitude
To discover my true essence and hidden treasures
Teardrops of sorrow stroke my face enlightening me with their glowI had no direction to follow or a place to dwell
I felt confused and astonished at the same time
Because I couldn’t believe I was living in a surreal world
Where there was no reality but only absurditiesAn intangible refuge adrift in nowhere was my new home
A sanctuary where emptiness was celebrated
And castles were made of illusion and deception
Where forsaken dreams lingered among the cloudsEvery thought of mine vanished and I couldn’t remember anything
As I became invisible and ephemeral like a tiny snowflake
And I didn’t exist anymore because my body faded as I’d never lived before
Crossing veils of mist and glooms that dissolved at my touchI fell into the dungeon of the abyss of my mind
The garden of despair created by my own imagination
A realm of intangible melancholy and decadence
A world doomed never to exist.
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The Labyrinth Of Mirrors
The labyrinth of mirrors waited for me to get lost
Each mirror reflected a buried version of myself
Each mirror reflected a buried memory of mine
Although I was unconscious in my slumber
I did know what was awaiting meSo, I faced the consequences of watching my past
In thousands and thousands of fragments of time
Fragments that no longer belonged to me
Nevertheless, they were there in front of me
To show me that I could never flee from myselfIn this fictional world, time didn’t exist anymore
And everything seemed frozen and immovable
It appeared that each mirror whispered a silent agony
No reflecting my image but only a memento of my life
Remembrances clasping me with their powerful clawsThe labyrinth of mirrors transformed into a silent gelid garden
Where no flower could ever have grown
So extreme was the intemperate temper of the night’s darkness
Whose blizzard struck me with its cynicism
Depriving me of all my dreamsLingering in this dwelling of anguish and regret
Astonished by the gleaming reflections of the sleek glass surfaces
I gasped at the sight of gloomy shadows emerging from the mirrors
Indeed, they were my memories transformed into ghostly clouds
Starring at my soul while I was surrounded by ethereal hallucinationsEvery sob of mine carved a message onto my body
So overwhelmed was I by countless emotions
The teardrops descended on my face
Weaving a sumptuous dress around me
I was dressed in water and airThe labyrinth of mirrors turned into a park of water and grass
Where the flowers were made of crystal and tears
Visions and fantasies wandered freely like butterflies
Flying from one flower to another one
Stroking my hair as softly as a whispered untruthThe ghosts of my past vanished into the emptiness
And I realized I would never wake from that illusion
For I had become a part of it forever.
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Shadows Over Me
Shadows over me constantly
Hunting me like terrifying ghouls
Frightening me to the bones
With their obsessionI decided to abandon myself to the sense of defeat
A defeat due to my cruel fate of being invisible and negligible
Like a little sparkle of light destined to its descent into the abyss of darkness
And so, that was meI wish extraordinary phantasmagorias would visit me in my dreams
But even that was impossible
So much was the misery of my realm of existence
Being a negligible creature destined to the cold wind of indifferenceEven the possibility of falling in love with a chimaera and an illusion of mine was a failure
Destined to ominous omens
While the rays of the pale moonlight stroke my hair
I descended again into an eternal and deadly slumberI couldn’t see anything but a total obscurity
I couldn’t hear but an absolute silence
Dim and dreadful shadows descended over me
And I couldn’t react or move in this ocean of emptinessDefeated again and again by a sense of tragic frailty
I became a shadow myself
A shadow bound to a world of lies and deception
With the inability to flee away
Being hushed up in an abyss of oblivionBeing forsaken and abandoned to loneliness
I only found comfort in the numbness and lack of emotions
After striving to scream
I faded away like invisible stardustShadows over me grasped my heart to tear it apart
Feeling a fractured crystal in the inside
I couldn’t feel any pang or fear because I was myself anguish and dread
I became a ghost lingering in the world of death and darknessEthereal as I was, I wandered like a frightful spirit of the night
Chasing every spark of light I could seize, in vain
For I was doomed to the realm of darkness and oblivion.
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The Chains Of The Past
The chains of the past captivated me
Placing me down on the cold soil of the garden of tears
A place where no hope or wish was granted
A dungeon of anguish and dismay that became my eternal realmAn initiation ritual pierced my heart and made it bleed
My blood nourished the flowers of betrayal and deception
until they drained me of all strength
Leaving me fainting on the cold soil among thorns and sharp stonesSuddenly I felt that all my fears left my heart
And I became the representation of numbness and apathy
My body was as bloodless as an inanimate pebble
Silent like a grave and dark as the nightMy soul parted whispering a farewell
My heart was pale as ashes
Every spark of curiosity and liveliness faded away
Leaving me entombed in a deep slumber from which I would never awakenThe chains of the past were a noose around my neck
Drops of poison were falling on my face from the fountain of oblivion
Longings and regrets entwined a chain of tears and blood around my heart
A stupor was in my mind and weakness overwhelmed meMy memories from the past became my hunting nightmares
I couldn’t escape from them and hence I was lying helpless in the cold soil of the garden of death
All I could hear were soft sighs and cries of despair
Underneath the immense darkness of the night skyA curtain of haze blurred my blank gaze
As the wind wove moans into shadows
No dawn would ever find my eternal dusk
No voice would unsettle my spectral silenceUnable to find my way out of misery and sorrow
I descended into the deepest abyss of darkness
Becoming an unknown wraith in this garden of death
Where even time had turned to dust
And then only echoes of forsaken laments remained.
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Soft Daggers Of Dismay
Soft daggers of dismay pierced my heart
While I was helpless in my slumber
Like a magic spell enticing me with its sweet melancholy
I abided to embrace resignation as a matter of realityBurning flames destroyed all my words
And the only thing that remained was silence
And absolute silence in the darkness of the night
While the cold wind of indifference pinned me like a butterfly in a cloudMany thoughts and memories made me realise that I was raving over nothing
Because nothing really mattered but my distorted idea of reality
Leading me astray in a garden of thorns and hollow trees
Where I found my inner leisure and despondencyThe pluralism of my essence overwhelmed me
It was like to be conscious of a fragmentation of the soul
Concealing myself behind the fountain of unknown
I embraced my fate as an undefined creature of the ethereal world of fantasiesSoft daggers of dismay pierced my heart
Making it bleed into a garden of crimson flowers
Where the alluring scent bewildered my senses
Leading the way at the edge of an abysm
A chasm of devastation and deathCrying and screaming
I remained at the bottom of a gorge
My teardrops formed an impetuous river that swept me away
Until I found myself senseless and confused
As I was reborn in a new lifeThe soft daggers of my dismay turned into thorns surrounding my heart
The sweetness of this pang made me feel a flower rooted in a forest of nightmares
Where the faded sound of cries echoed in the nocturnal landscape
Exhaustion overcame meWriting my feelings in ink forged from tears and blood
I carved every single letter on a parchment of memories
Remembrances emerged like ghosts lingering around me
Striving to choke me with their pointed fingers
While I fell into a profound slumber
To never wake up and face the realityHence I lay in a garden of crimson flowers
Where nonsense was the only decree
And phantasmagoria was the only truth
While the whispers of the abyss lulled me into a forever oblivion.
Elisabetta