Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: nothingness

  • Phantasmagoric Fantasies

    Phantasmagoric Fantasies

    Phantasmagoric fantasies were my kingdom of infinity and eternity
    A divine refuge where I could fly freely like a fairy
    Whenever the storms of fear and dismay came upon me

    I craved love and devotion like a thirsty blossom seeking the rain
    Nevertheless, what I could find were relics of forgotten treasures and vessels of mystery
    Silence was the only sound I could hear during my lonely and endless nights

    My beating heart was full of spells and illusions, trying to fill the void with silly desires
    Although I had whispered my secrets to the luminaries glimmering in the night firmament
    I could listen to the time ticking as it slipped like heavy raindrops

    The flickering candlelight kept me warm while my heart sank in the gelid ocean of sorrow
    For I was exiled to an evanescent world
    Where everything was ephemeral and illusory

    As much as I clung to false hopes, nowhere was destined to ever become my beloved secluded niche
    For I was fated to wander evermore without any guidance or aim

    Quaffing arcane potions, I fed my soul with darkness and fire
    Perceiving my slow descent into the chasm of oblivion
    I became a fierce sorceress willing to face any kind of hazard

    Lost lyrics echoed in my mind as if they were fragments of my memories
    The suspense of my fragility made me shiver like a delicate flower under the touch of a frosty wind
    I got lost in phantasmagoric fantasies woven in my dreams

    For I was a dream myself, mesmerised by the beauty of my own imagination
    Shunning the bitter truth that my broken mirrors insisted on revealing to me

    I had always been made of illusions, even though my broken heart persisted in loving chimaeras and ghosts, sinking into the infinite abyss of nothingness.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • Dreams And Chimaeras

    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.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • The Twilight of Ruin

    The Twilight of Ruin

    The twilight of ruin decayed among shadows
    A magnificent graveyard of dreams and desires
    I had to die many times in order to live again
    Terrifying statues were starring to me
    Their eyes made of thorns carved sorrow on my face
    They were the guardians I had buried inside my heart

    The dry tree branches were sharp claws trying to clasp me
    Their elongated roots reached my gown
    Dragging me impetuously towards the secret underworld
    As if death reclaimed me as its precious possession
    And that stillness so soft and pale was a spell for my final demise
    I knew immediately that I was languidly dying

    I was a belonging of the realm of death
    An eternal flame of doom burned inside my heart
    I became an immortal creature of darkness
    A dark fairy flying over the garden of withered roses
    No passions could be reanimated since they faded away
    Blue and grey hues of melancholy tinted my dress

    I felt a fabulous and decadent flower of the night
    I lived an existence of perpetual night and decay
    I loved my seclusion and loneliness beneath a gloomy and cloud sky
    Shadows and ghosts were my loyal companions
    The blades of the rose thorns made me bleed,
    kissing my lips
    The exquisite scent of coffins lingered in the gloom

    I was free and ethereal, like the crimson petal of a rose
    I was not anymore afraid to lose everything once was my belongings
    I was dead and bound to the eternal realm of nothingness
    Devoted and loyal to my grief and anguish, I was married to the dark, eternal hush
    The echoes of the dead alive clung to me like mourning veils
    And I danced, lost beneath the indifferent gaze of the moon at the twilight of ruin.
    Elisabetta

  • An Empty Life

    An Empty Life

    An empty life became a monument to emptiness,
    A celebration of nothingness in an empty universe,
    Among shadows and darkness, where silence ruled.

    Ghostly whispers were ephemeral vestiges,
    Of delights lost in forsaken dwellings,
    Houses crumbled in hollow valleys,
    Under the glare of dark clouds, forever forced to roam.

    An empty life drifted through the gardens of thorns,
    Where vibrant screams faded into mere sighs,
    And undisclosed dreams perished.

    The clock ticked slowly, its hands wearied,
    Time grieved softly, though none were teary,
    Chasing phantoms of faded grace,
    In a world stripped bare, devoid of space.

    Empty chambers lit by the dimmest light,
    Once filled with the ardour, they were now eerie mazes,
    With portraits of eyes that once sparkled with lively glee.

    Staring blankly beyond imagination,
    In the mirror, an outsider’s mask,
    Reflected haunting reveries in this empty space,
    A life once painted in vibrant hues.

    Grey blood was a relic of a cruel fate,
    Each day, a raindrop fell behind the silver surface of a mirror,
    In the void’s embrace, where expectations grew thin.

    Lost in the labyrinth of despair,
    An empty life drifted, gasping for air,
    The garden once bloomed with bright colours,
    Now lay barren, devoid of light.

    Withering petals like dreams left behind,
    In the stillness, a haunting echo of the mind,
    Once, delight and joy filled every creaking stair.

    And so silence weaved its cloak of despair,
    The fervour of a touch now was just a ghost,
    In this empty life, memories tormented the most,
    Cobbled paths led to nowhere forever.

    With dreams forgotten, everyone would have taken their vow,
    To wander aimlessly, in shadows confined,
    In the emptiness, where no solace could ever be found.

    A glimmer of hope in a world turned bleak,
    Finally, every endeavour felt cold and weak
    As the sun set low on a weary spirit,
    An empty life remained beyond control.
    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

  • The Unveiled Dreams Of The Night

    The Unveiled Dreams Of The Night

    The unveiled dreams of the night,
    In the imperative silence and desolation,
    Gleamed an ephemeral light,
    Enlightening the vast abyss of nothingness.

    Whispered secrets were soft and slight,
    In shadows cast by starlit constellations,
    A firmament of luminaries, stitched tight,
    Against the cold embrace of emptiness.

    Through veils of time, they faded in flight,
    Their fragile forms defied all limitations,
    With wings of thought, they soared in the emptiness,
    Embracing dawn with ethereal grace and soulful tenderness.

    As morning broke, the dreams disappeared,
    Beyond the reach of mortal contemplation,
    Leaving a trace, a spark, a sight,
    A promise of eternal, boundless bliss.

    Through the realm where fantasies ruled,
    And imagination weaved in seamless manifestation,
    The unveiled dreams of the night, as destiny intended,
    Became the guiding stars of desires.

    In the oblivion where longings were lost,
    They ignited passions of bold determination,
    And from the depths where darkness descended,
    They rose a beacon of illumination.

    At every moment, their essence transcended,
    Through cycles of dreams’ transformation,
    In forbidden mazes where time halted,
    In realms untouched by mortal grasp.

    Across the vast expanse of infinite,
    Where dreams intertwined with illusions,
    They painted the canvas of deception and betrayal,
    In shadows cast by the echoes of their past.

    As promises lingered in the void,
    Tales of mystery and wonder were concealed,
    In the chronicles of fate and death,
    Far from every congenial idea.

    Through hallways of forgotten spheres,
    Where shadows weaved webs of forgotten lore,
    Ancient mysteries lingered in their sombre embrace,
    Time’s relentless march erased their trace.

    In the silent embrace of the eternal dimness,
    The unveiled dreams of the night found solace in their plight,
    Guided by stars of flickering brightness,
    Revealing secrets to the wandering souls in darkness.

    Through unknown games of shadows and light,
    Tales of the night thrived in elusive enigmas,
    Etched in the firmament’s infinite height,
    A symphony played by celestial drifters.

    Beneath the gaze of everlasting flames,
    The dreams, like phantoms, danced with fervour,
    Woven into an invisible maze,
    Until they dissolved like tears in the rain.

    Ethereal sparkles illuminated the void; in their ephemeral space,
    In the midst of the eternal dimness that held no trace,
    The unveiled dreams of the night illuminated the void,
    In their ephemeral space.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Realms Of Imagination

    The Realms Of Imagination

    The realms of imagination in the silence
    I had no trace of the visions that I had dreamed
    And listened to them once day and night
    Fountains and planets floated into the nothingness
    Like many thoughts that seem so knowledgeable
    Stars in words, flowers in my hair
    In the depths of everything, into the ocean and waters
    The realm of the universe
    As clouds rain into dusk
    Looking at the storm in light and darkness

    The realms of imagination in the stillness
    It is almost like a dream gleaming in my memories
    Once again, darkness will bring no shadow
    On the rivers and waters that are clear
    When the ocean rises to the sky like storm mountains with happiness, sorrow and bliss
    The mystery of existence is as deep as its own secrets
    Touching the surface of all that was written
    My dreams are to stay
    And thinking of that perfect place
    A world of wonders where boundaries and bonds dissolve

    The realms of imagination in the universe
    Time seems impossible to discover
    As I recall in my inner thoughts
    I become a part of everything, and nothing
    Dreams fly away beyond reality’s boundaries and fade from my sight
    A world of magnificence and bliss
    Where anything can be
    Unleashing creativity set my soul free
    Within the realms of imagination’s domain resides a universe where fantasies reign
    And whispered words dissolve in painted skies

    The realms of imagination
    Where magic can be real, and fantasy becomes an eternal seal
    In the realms of imagination, stories unfold, displaying a tapestry of new and old words
    A captivating imagination’s garden where dreams are cast
    A gateway to explore
    Where the mind’s eye opens, unlocking every door
    A canvas for ideas, limitless and vast
    Within the realms of imagination, worlds collide
    Where ordinary thoughts become magical thrills
    And mazes of flower meadows that shine like sparkling water surface

    The realms of imagination and oddities
    Where dreams come alive
    An imagination’s haven where creativity and hopes thrive
    Wherein the expected transforms and magic comes to be alive
    A realm of marvel where ideas shine brightly, dreams reside and hearts are inspired
    In the realms of fantasy, the reality is blurred
    A world of beliefs and illusion, where dreams are swirled
    Where imagination’s spark ignites my soul and creativity makes me whole
    Thoughts intertwine, creating an intricacy of divine ideas
    Like clouds of fire that disappear

    The realms of imagination and inspiration
    Where tales are created and forever adorned
    The mind explores new worlds by day and night
    A realm of endless wonders, where dreams come true and always renew
    Where visions unfold, and stories are written in undefined verses
    New landscapes emerge from a labyrinth of thoughts
    Unfolding like secrets hidden in ethereal books
    Mountains of fantasy blow the sky
    In these realms, the ordinary evolves into extraordinary
    Where colours are vibrant, and everything turns visionary

    The realms of imagination
    Where the unimaginable flourishes
    And the impossible becomes a tangible reality
    As daydream proms with boundless skill
    The stars and galaxies seem within reach
    Navigating through this enchanting world with no bounds or restraints
    For in these realms, I am the architect of my dreams
    Where the extraordinary becomes the ordinary
    So I let myself embrace this magical domain
    And let my imagination forever reign.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Subliminal Paresis Of My Soul

    The Subliminal Paresis Of My Soul

    The subliminal paresis of my soul
    Oblivion is the poesy of mind
    Vanity and treasures are the paroxysms of nullity
    I began to strive for my hopeless dreams
    Without any intention of conquest
    Disconnected from useless inquiry
    Disintegrated is my soul
    Split in multiple fragments
    In a life hanging by a thread
    The hallucinations devastate me
    Falling into a sunken world
    With the purpose of spoiling every hope of mine
    Transforming constantly into some new shape
    Like an amorphous entity

    The subliminal paresis of my soul
    Shrinking in an unloveable world
    I never felt so nonsensical and translucent
    Like the death inside space
    The universe’s beauty is an image of my thoughts and beliefs
    My spiritual visions are a reflection of the dimness of my imagination
    Nothing but the wisdom of emptiness in the eternity
    Without any proper understanding of the occurrences will happen
    In the needlessness of lives
    Many exquisite moments and memories are forgotten forever
    I will become unknown as I never existed
    Forsaken in a mean destiny
    Time continues to fail inquisitively serene
    Rejecting the day’s eternal night

    The subliminal paresis of my soul
    The blinking of the time passing incessantly
    There is no reason I would not suffer indifference
    Though my mind is pure as well as my heart
    I will always mourn the mediocrity of the material objectification
    That should be a secret of mine
    But I will always express myself until I breathe at the very last
    The truth could be the world’s treasure rather than a shameful blame
    Not too smart enough to sugarcoat the horrid and havoc
    At the end of the eternity
    I will never get lost in another’s perspectives
    As I am changeless and immutable in my perpetual unpredictable disposition
    Nothingness and void are my welcomed companions
    In the darkness of the nights
    When the silence hushes my breath, I shut my eyes, sorrowful.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • An Unempirical Realm

    An Unempirical Realm

    An unempirical realm
    As a characteristic of nature
    Poetry is an environment of emotions
    It is pretty far from pleonexia
    But extremely close to lavishness
    Wisdom is an ethereal essence
    Created to live a life of bliss and joy
    It is unfathomable and conceivable
    Nature is in everything and nothingness
    Time continues until darkness end
    A day lost in hope is lost forever
    Exhaustion of delight and lust
    An honour of anguish and hopelessness

    An unempirical realm of mystery
    Where the mind is detached and unrestrained
    A lifetime becomes an instant
    Time is unrepeatable
    The world is peaceless
    Recycled wounds are made of illusions
    Grasping the endless void of emotions futilely
    In a universe of solitons and darkness
    The emptiness becomes glorified and celebrated
    A single time of consciousness is enough
    The cosmic waves and oceans are made of ideas
    Everything gets lost in time and forsaken
    Forgotten and eternal worlds

    An unempirical realm of nature
    Enchanted without any meaning
    When every word is denied
    Seeking the beginning
    With rare selfishness and envy
    An intelligible system of life
    A single extraordinary and unknown universe
    Among the several ones
    In acts of worldly senses
    Escaping the sight of light and reality
    The realm of the depths of life
    Nothing to achieve and reach by
    But only the silence of peace

    An unempirical realm
    A landscape of old times
    The egotism of truth and denial
    The void of love and greed
    In search for a space and dimension
    By the inescapable soul enchantment
    With so many fallen dreams and precariousness
    When I perceive the shadows of the stars
    Struggling with every kind of achievement
    A devotion which was lost and recovered
    Holding a vision meant no sympathy
    The essences of life and death are enclosed
    With so many spasms of a new creation.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Mirror Of The Memories

    The Mirror Of The Memories

    The mirror of the memories
    It would never be the same
    Time kept the past and grew deeper than everything
    As someone else
    Lost in an accustomed truth
    It became a dream with living memories of every past love
    Pain and grief stand in a forgotten place
    A quiet escape where nothing changed
    Dreams become lost everywhere
    Even after an endless quest
    When the world seems without any hope
    In my memory
    I’ve been so far from what I was
    Maybe it was an illusion
    I thought to seek myself because
    the reality is just dreadful

    The mirror of the memories
    Whose secrets create my dreams
    Which can only be found far away
    In a silent dwelling
    Stretching between existence and nothingness
    Where everything is lost
    Through the anguishes in life
    Forevermore
    The feelings occur like different images
    Seizing a chance to endure
    But it is said for something
    Sometimes life can lead away from the joy
    Time might be a truth that comes across
    The past glimpsed the feelings of love
    So far
    How much do I love to understand those mysteries of my mind

    The mirror of the memories I glance
    And hope to touch with my thoughts
    It has no place in time
    Becoming lost and frightened by the
    the reality that has been forgotten
    Flickering like a sunbeam in a warm spring breeze
    The scenery of a summer that I stare
    For a while
    Feeling what would come into my mind
    Striving to seize happiness day by day
    The marvellous merriment of living
    So I would try to love and be filled with flowers
    Like flying bubbles on a lovely day
    Deeming how life is unique and unrepeatable
    Beyond the beginning and the ending
    In the eternity of darkness and light
    Once everything becomes timeless.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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