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: mist
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I Want To Be Like The Sea
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The Thorns Of Anguish
The thorns of anguish pierced my heart
Making it bleed in dismay
In a distressing struggle in my sleepless nightsI wouldn’t feel any pleasure anymore
In this short existence of mine
And the only certitude remained was a frantic dreamA foolish dream made of many other dreams
A multitude of hallucinations
Ready to make me feel a joyful foolI’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 nightHiding 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 conventionsI write because I feel there is no other way to express my inner world
In trivial and merry moments of my lifeOftentimes, I wouldn’t feel any pleasure anymore
Nor sadness, nor dread, nor longings
For I had become nothing more than a spiritI floated endlessly through the enchanted woods
Among elves and fairies whispering me secrets
While I was feeling blissful and bewildered at the same timeThe 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 nightmaresIn my arcane heaven, illusions bloomed alongside despair
And I would have become an impalpable and gloomy shadow
Incapable of feeling sorrow and mirthI 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 mindI became a phantom bound to an endless twilight
I was a creature of eternal dusk
Fading into the hush of the night mistThe moon cast silver woes
In my everlasting fantasy
Forever dissolved in nothingness.
Elisabetta -
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.
Elisabetta -
I Live Of Instants
I live of instants that become memories
Dying in the dark of the mind
Whenever I encounter a flower, a tree or a cloud
Slowly melting under the burden of my passions
I become another drop of a rainstorm that flows through myselfGlowing stars are witnesses of the insanity of my own dreams
Faraway chimaeras of a fate that fell apart
Like a fractured crystal shattered into an infinity of burning flames
Softly waiting to fade away and never reappear
So, I do feel the fragility of my essence in the vast darkness that is striving to swallow meI acquiesce in the light of solitude and silence
The abyss of nothingness striving to swallow me
In its limitless gorge where no sparkle of hope is allowed to be
And the ephemeral sense of existence is obliterated
In the magnificent realm of decayI live of instants that become a part of me
In a nostalgic and sweet decadence dwelling in me
A suspended flower without roots or ground to rely on
Lonely in the cold atmosphere of my shell
Where I will always belong for eternityI’ve always lived in a surreal reality
Neither dead nor alive
Being in abeyance
Surrounded by dead stories
And death and bloodLife was fading into a chamber full of dust of decay
Sweet decadence was my exquisite dream and comfort
In a world where I perpetually faded away into wonders and nightmares
In the illusion of change eventually, embracing the ordinary and expected
My heart was pounding because of the absence of a thrillSweet was the slumber that wrapped me
In a celestial aura of avoidance and devastation
Where all my senses were betrayed by blades and burns
Embracing sorrow and misery
Ignored by most as I was an invisible ghostI live of instants and memories hidden by the darkness of my soul
A kingdom of obscurity and decadence
Where I’m the only beloved ruler
Gasping and signing once I’ve lost all my tears in the affliction of the night.
Elisabetta -
Shadows of the Eternal Night
Shadows of the eternal night were hiding beyond the darkness,
Veiled dreams coiling, drifting on winds so cold,
Lost secrets tangled in webs of sorrowed stillness.The stars retired, their light consumed in a dimmed haze,
Where spectres roamed through time-worn graves,
And ancient oaths in hollow whispers praised.Each flower upon this hexed soil bore tales,
Of souls long bound to sorrow’s endless plights,
Where hope decayed, and love’s fair visage paled.Soft reveries became just faded vestiges,
And scepticism obliterated every dream and desire,
In a realm of brutality where beauty and magnificence were replaced by platitude.Beneath the nocturnal veil where promise hovered,
Resided the sighs of anguish, drawn and lost,
In silent mourning, under a moonless sky.Forgotten rhymes drifted like autumn leaves,
Their faint sorrows lingered in the void,
Bound by fate, in nights that never cleaved.Ghostly guises disclosed tales upon the mist,
Of fragile lives now tethered to regret,
In shadows ruling ominously whenever light and passions desisted.Ancient idols crumbled, haunted by decay,
Their marbled stares held secrets left untold,
A vigil kept for dawn that slipped away.The wind lamented in hollow, cadenced tones,
Its chilling gusts were a requiem for hope,
Where life withdrew, and death in darkness honed.The trees, with their dreary branches gnarled and bare,
They were sentinels cast in the eerie twilight gloom,
Witnesses to pain none could ever repair.Beneath the roots weaved webs of betrayal,
Embracing misery, sealing completely dead vows,
In earth-bound glooms, cursed and locked within.Each stone was engraved with words no vernacular may utter,
A silent litany for spirits confined,
By time’s cruel decree, eternally they sought.Shadows of the eternal night lingered, ruling among ruins and mournings,
Where all was torn from life and love,
And nothing remained bound to light or worlds unseen.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
Silent Lamentations
Silent lamentations pleaded the night sky,
Once, no hope could have been secured in the valley of hollowness and death.
Lurking beneath the horizon, the stars complied with each illusion,
Far away from the trees of wisdom and consciousness.In this forsaken realm where darkness swallowed all the light,
The land lay silently barren, touched by neither dawn nor night.
The moon, a waning spectre in the vault of gloom,
Drifted above ancient ruins, where stillness was taken for granted.Amidst the skeletal remains of what once was alive,
The whispers of despair through the cold wind contrived.
Every rustle of the leaves, every sigh of the wind,
Recounted forgotten tales and unfulfilled pleas.The shadows stretched beyond, their shapes entangled with the mist,
Draping in the memories of those who still were resilient.
Their voices mirrored faintly, like relics of a dream,
Lost in the chasm where no hope dared to gleam.In this valley of despair where time itself was motionless,
The night sky’s silent lamentations fell gently, a reflection of a frigid blizzard.
Stars that once were loyal guides through the darkened night
With time, they became spectral remnants swallowed by the blight.In this void of silent cries, no delight could have been found,
An eerie trance of glooms cast no consoling sound.
Archaic trees, gnarled and twisted, stood as silent guardians of woe,
Their branches narrated fairytales of sorrow and decay that only the dark could have known.Beneath this veil of endless night and desolate atmosphere,
Longings were but a distant memory, lost in infinite despair.
In the senseless embrace of the abyss where dimness lay in wait,
The night sky grieved for dreams that could never have been escaped,
Forgotten tales and unfulfilled supplications.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
The Castle By The Ocean
The castle by the ocean stood on a cliff ruled by shadows at night,
An ancient, towering fortress, fierce and fantastic, haunted and forlorn.
It rose from the rock, a sentinel of stone and memory,
Bearing witness to countless storms, its walls were stroked by time and tide.Waves mild and intense disclosed secrets long heretofore,
Stories of love and death, of struggles fought and lives surrendered.
In the moon’s pale, ghostly glares, spectres roamed the halls at dusk,
Their steps echoed through the aisles, a mournful melody.Turrets pierced through the mist, emerged scornful against the sky,
Their silhouettes were a stark contrast to the swirling fog below.
Windows, once alive with lamps, now gazed upon the sea,
Stares of sorrow, dark and unbound, reflected the endless expanse.The castle’s gates, long rusted shut, held tales of ancient treasures,
Of kings and queens, of fearless knights, their legends carved in gravel.
The castle by the ocean with walls carved by time and storms kept secret stories from days sunk in oblivion,
Each pebble bore the weight of a history’s silent song.Mirrors of the past stuck around inside every tormented chamber,
In each stone, a hidden misery and a remembrance were entombed.
The ballroom, now empty, once rang with giggle and mirth,
Feasts and proms, melodies raised, celebrating life and inception.The castle by the ocean sobbed, a lament to the sky,
Where restless spirits never perished, bound to this earthly realm.
They wandered through the twilight, shades of what once was,
Guardians of forgotten lore lost in time’s relentless haze.The library, with dusty tomes, held knowledge long since known,
Books of wisdom, spells, and dreams, their pages now unattended.
Cobwebs draped the chandeliers, their crystals dull and silver,
Once sparkling at the candlelight, now dimmed by centuries’ decay.The courtyard, overgrown with wild shrubs, where flowers used to bloom,
Now lay as silent witness to nature’s quiet doom.
However, the castle by the ocean stood firm, defiant against time,
A relic of a bygone era, preserved in sorrow’s tears.The castle by the ocean became a monument to the past,
An ancient, towering fortress, severe and feral, tormented and desolate.
Its heritage, etched in stone and sea, whispered on the wind,
A tale of unyielding resolve, where ghouls endlessly persisted.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
The Cursed Lighthouse
The cursed lighthouse stood up upon a cliff that stabbed the sky,
The lighthouse stood in the wind and rain,
Its beacon lost, its light gone dry,
A relic cursed with endless pain.The waves below crashed cold and fierce,
Their voices shrieking through the storm,
The keeper’s cry, no soul to pierce,
Echoes in the sea’s forlorn form.Its lantern room, now dark and bare,
Once held the light to guide the lost,
But now it waited in black despair,
A beacon to the tempest’s cost.The keeper’s ghost still roamed the stairs,
His footsteps echoed in the gale,
A sorrowed man who knew the tales,
Of mariners lost in the night’s labyrinth.The wind howled through the broken glasses,
Its fury was tempered by regret,
A haunting wail, a memory’s pass,
Of lives lost to the sea’s dark bet.The foghorn’s moan, a mournful call,
Rang out across the bitter sea,
Yet no one heard its sorrowed fall,
For all were lost to eternity.The cursed lighthouse stood, a spectral guard,
It lights a memory of old,
A curse upon its stones was marred,
A tale of sorrow, dark and cold.And so it waited upon the cliff,
To tell its tale through the tempest’s roar,
A monument to those adrift,
And the keeper’s soul always.The rain poured down in ghostly sheets,
Its rhythm was lost in the ocean’s cry,
The lighthouse wept as darkness met,
The roiling waves that never died.Each lightning flash revealed the past,
Of shipwrecked souls and broken dreams,
Their voices lingered, shadows cast,
In the storm’s relentless screams.The beacon’s light, once fierce and bright,
Now, it faded into the tempest’s dread,
A spectral glow in endless night,
Where hope and light have been since dead.The keeper’s vigil never ended,
His curse bound him to the storm,
In waves and winds, his spirit wended,
A haunting shape, forever mourned.Through mist and night, the story’s told,
Of sorrow deep and spirits old.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
Foggy Nights
Foggy nights had shrouded the moon’s pale face,
Whispers of mist had woven through the air,
Silent streets had been glazed with a ghostly trace,
A world of shadows had become a hidden and rare realm.Lamp posts had flickered with a subdued light,
Cloaked in different shades of black, blue, and grey, while the towns had slept,
Noises had echoed, faint and renewed,
In the fog, every secret had been kept and never revealed.Dreams had drifted in the haze as unknown visions,
Fear and wonder had intertwined,
In a realm of silence and solitude,
Foggy nights had been shining mysteries.Windows had glowed with muffled lights,
Shapes had moved softly as undefined geometries,
Every sound had been a breathless fright,
On foggy nights, where time had been unlimited.The past had emerged, lost in a grey mist,
Forgotten whispers, fleeting, near,
Old memories, like ghosts, had replayed,
On foggy nights, they had reappeared.Each corner had held a hidden tale,
Of love, of sorrow, left behind,
On foggy nights, where voices had trailed,
In the mist, their secrets had become bound.Lonely souls had wandered the veil,
Seeking solace in the gloom,
Foggy nights, where shadows had sailed,
Through the twilight’s quiet chamber.Cloaked figures had drifted through the haze,
Their faces had been lost, their stories untold,
Through foggy nights, they had wandered in a daze,
In this eerie silence, they had been bold.Cobblestones had glistened underfoot,
Each step a whisper, soft and light,
In the fog, they had sought what had been forgotten,
Chasing echoes through the night.Creeping ivy had embraced old walls,
Silent sentinels of time gone by,
On foggy nights, the past had recalled,
Whispering secrets to the sky.Phantom sighs in the alleyways,
Guided by the moon’s faint glow,
In the stillness of the foggy maze,
A timeless prom, slow and low.Ancient oaths and broken vows,
Hidden deep in the fog’s embrace,
On foggy nights, they had whispered now,
Lingering in every haunted place.From night to dawn, the fog had remained,
A veil that had wrapped the town in lore,
Foggy nights, where time had abstained,
And mysteries had reigned forevermore.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
Dark Nightmares
Dark nightmares of morning glow
They were rising like a gentle breeze
Like heavy clouds begun to wander
Across the infinite horizon of my sight
The pleasant summer nights faded from my memories
Till the moon came gently down and my eyes gazed a far candle
In a dark chamber of grey stones
Remembering the sunny weather of the past years
I never ceased to build my castle
Writing down broken notesDark nightmares
As all the visions from a distant past are gone
And now my nightmares are glued with pains
When memories become dark, the whole world disappears
Cold dreams are like the frosty winter wind
In time I must flee, and my voice becomes true
As long as I’m alive and anguish pricks my heart
I live in a dim silence
A lotus grazes my imagination
Still lost within myselfDark nightmares of my senses’ slumber
The long loneliness of my heart
Moments lost in the world
Like shadows of a dream
Not a breath in my own mind
Thoughts belonging to the labyrinth of my soul
Far in the mist
Lying deep inside of myself
My wishes do bother me
Every time I glimpse the pain in my heartDark nightmares drag me to the infinite abyss of despair
So dismal and cold is my soul that it became dead
I’ve grown so restless in sorrow
While nothing in my life occurs but silent dreams
The sky is only a cold essence
And I am forever lonely
I walked through the darkness with a blue wind hitting me
Like tiny daggers slashing my skin
When a hasty storm broke the clouds into dust
Hushed by a mournful silence, I embraced my everlasting grief.Dark nightmares and illusions
They came and shed darkness
While each memory bent my emotions
A swarthy shudder whispered unrevealed secrets
A sea of fire emerged at the sound of my tears
Madness and dismay became my consolation and comfort
Fleeing from an insane lodging
In a fleeting moment where fragments of my soul were scattered in the cold gusts of indifference
Buying busy weeping my broken dreams
When the shadows of the clouds cast a spell on me.
Esther Elizabeth Racah