Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: passions

  • Weeping My Heart Out

    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 death

    The 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 rose

    Weeping 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 grief

    The 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 tragedy

    I’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 imagination

    Weeping 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 demise

    I 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 oblivion

    I 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 longings

    No 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.
    Elisabetta

  • Dangerous And Delightful Glimpses

    Dangerous And Delightful Glimpses

    Dangerous and delightful glimpses of remote dreams
    Dead silence became a vivid flame blazing fiercely in the obscurity of the universe
    Whimsical fancies of secrets were cast away from the realm of paradox
    Darkness came through the cracks of doom and decay
    Disappeared phantasies of lost worlds of pain and sorrow resurfaced in quiet nightmares of undisclosed longings
    Only the mere unconsciousness was aware of tragedies and lusts
    Hesitation and astonishment found pursuit in bizarre vacancies
    Agonies of nonsense and wit betrayed ghosts of folly
    A fool was the wisdom that possessed a difficult treasure
    Marvelous and exquisite wonders accomplished every expectation
    Indecision obeyed the fate of ill intemperances
    Whenever madness felt uncomfortable at forced pleasures and merriments
    An everlasting sameness defeated every enthusiast’s invention
    In the twilight of uncertainty, fortunes entwined thorny routes
    Tangling yearnings with suspicions in the vast veil of time
    Echoes of forgotten certitudes whispered longings of eternal embraces in the cosmic prom of physical worlds
    Hesitation lounged like an eerie labyrinth of chaos
    Desires of serenity and solace entwined in portrayals of vivid hues of devotion and loyalty
    And within enigmatic mazes, undisclosed divine tales were entwined with illusions
    In labyrinths of uncertainty, chaos, and harmony, entangled
    Shadows and lights unraveled eternity’s mysteries
    Twisted and contorted trails of serendipity danced on the edge of justification
    In the realms of boundless chance, time’s elusive grasp yielded to fragility
    Clandestine and bold daydreams unleashed a symphony of paradox, discord, and grace, challenging the boundaries of time and space
    Each shadow revealed unrevealed legends of silent reveries and revelations
    Blooming secrets dispelled the gloominess of endless enigmas
    Unveiling glimpses of untold heavenly hymns and arcane rhymes
    Infinite and ephemeral obscurity revealed transcendental quietude
    Dangerous and delightful were the glimpses of lost quests and restless wanderlusts
    Calling forth the intrepid spirits seeking secrets veiled within the enigmatic realms of yore.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Silent Screams Behind Broken Mirrors

    Silent Screams Behind Broken Mirrors

    Silent screams behind broken mirrors bloomed in the darkness of the unconsciousness
    When nightmares and dreams merged and the uncertainty of lost hopes overwhelmed every delight and joy
    Oppressive obsessions trapped unstable destinies of wandering entities
    Drifting longings strove to endure untamed temptations
    Tainted passions were forsaken, but betrayal and decay
    Bitter feelings of acceptance altered into silent screams
    Every time a mirror splintered at the sight of oblivious gleams
    Nothing could have been spared since the despair created its realm
    Long were the dreamless nights of inconstant dreariness
    Reality became a farse of itself
    Ambiguous labyrinths under surreal shadows of undisclosed emotions
    Lonely thoughts surrendered at the sorrow’s stronghold
    Magnificence and sublimity were smothered by innocent wickedness
    Enigmas of forgotten secrets were annihilated by the obliviousness of shallow vanities
    Nowhere would have been possible to disclose the virtues of nonsense and forgetfulness
    Disorienting visions of annihilated memories lingered in a firmament devoid of stars
    Preys of darkness and delusional chimeras, magnificent fantasias were tainted by chagrin
    Extraordinary dreams of rescue yearnings ran away from vicious corruption
    Unbridgeable beliefs were cast away from whispers of forgotten lust
    Silent screams echoed behind broken mirrors whenever lost solitude was deprived of its own haven far from undesirable indiscretions
    Ghostly secrets hid behind hideous mysteries
    Pleasures of despair were overwhelmed by darkness amidst pains
    Mistakes arose amidst a gathering of absent emotions and confusion
    The dimness of obscure labyrinths of merriment and avarice prevailed over every supreme despair
    Faded glares of nightfalls were overshadowed by an infinity of shadows, creeping like silent specters and veiling the night in an eerie and foreboding cloak of darkness
    Amidst the fading lights, the night’s shroud fell deeper, concealing every dismal charm in a haunting embrace
    Where darkness reigned, and secrets whispered in the grave abysm of oblivion.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Clouds Of Dismay

    Clouds Of Dismay

    Clouds of dismay hung eternally in the obliviousness of the senses
    Misery and wickedness lured all the virtues kept secreted
    Shadows of regret welcomed every illusion
    A wilderness of irrational and fatal dreams thrived in the realm of aether
    Where silent and undisclosed longings wandered like mere clouds of dismay
    And quiescent hopes faded away as soon as the darkness reclaimed its dimension
    The mystery of the unknown was kept forever locked in the sublimity of the void
    Nothing became sure as long as the unconsciousness awoke from its eternal slumber
    Perpetual fatal games of failed expectations got lost in the abyss of hostility and desire
    Sacred lies revealed their emptiness
    Temptation and disquietude were ensnared in a maze of wild passions
    In a gelid solitude, captive of betrayal, desolation reigned supreme
    The veil of uncertainty descended like a draped cloak
    A deep hollow of delight was imbedded in the still dusk
    A temporary relief was found in the soothing embrace of the moment
    The perplexity of wonder and awe found merriment in the enchantment of chaos and turmoil
    The secret despotism of fictitious and whimsical desires caused astonishment and wonder in the domain of anguish
    Whispers of illusion echoed in chambers of vexation and annoyance
    Imitation perpetrated ordinary decay of moral failures
    Whenever difficult and exquisite gaiety succumbed to caricatures of disdain
    Silent was the sarcasm of regrets and failures
    Delusions vanished like frail specks of crystal
    Secreted perception of delight inflicted bitter and disregardful distress
    Ungracious insinuations of sagacious wisdom despised concealed arrogance
    Instants of numbness and meaningless idleness collapsed like sable castles
    Unexpected reckless extravagances stood in amazement as the outcast’s sagacity shone brightly
    Evanescent imagination intoxicated magnificent astonishments
    Whilst solitary entangled thoughts lingered in profound silence
    The gloomy stillness of fantastic devotions was humbled to dust
    Mysterious concerns of vain ambitions persisted in shameful defiance
    An unreliable justification had no sway within the realm of fate’s influence
    Lost within the relentless shroud of dismay, hope seemed but a distant memory, fading with each passing moment, leaving only the ache of unending sorrow.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Darkness Amidst The Storm

    Darkness Amidst The Storm

    Darkness amidst the storm emerged from the silent quietness
    While a stark tempest lacerated every veil of shadow
    Gloomy clouds wrapped the solitude in an ominous embrace
    Silence wept for all the concealed secrets
    Gardens of anguish were enlivened by flowers of decay
    The relentless chaos was slowly swallowing the universe
    The avarice of unknowledge and stupidity smeared the beauty of wisdom, like in an endless nightmare
    Nonetheless, sometimes, some blossom of hope would have bloomed like a sudden flash of light
    Anguish extinguished every flame of eternal bliss
    Encompassing the torpor of the night with its thin cloak of gloominess
    Torments were the only mere certitudes of ghostly consciousnesses lost in the dimness
    A deep and hollow dismay was buried in oblivion
    The gloomiest shades of the dusk overpleased melancholic remembrances
    Labyrinths of illusion ensnared the truth into a treasure chest
    The wilderness of coveted longings disclosed the avarice of nothingness
    Fates of destruction destroyed every sparkle of passion
    Hopes were destined to vanish in a mere instant
    The seclusion of desires failed to hide from the misery
    The decline of bliss and joy would have been overshadowed by the realm of bitter nightmares
    Every speck of forbearance was overthrown like a useless scrap
    In the darkness amidst the storm, virtue blended with wickedness
    Nothing could have been preserved since everything was going to be obliterated
    Tales of delight became mere rememberings of failed fantasies and expectations
    The eagerness to relinquish all that was lost acquiesced to fade away
    Forsaken dreams of delight were injured by the vengeance of horror tales
    Darkness and light became unrecognizable inside every infinite utopia
    A maze of madness was made of erratic trails full of twists and enigmas
    In the realm of shadows, echoes of melancholy lingered, smearing a portrayal of enduring sorrow.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Haunted Passions

    Haunted Passions

    Haunted passions in the sleepless winter nights became lost dreams of perennial fears
    Beloved longings of past betrayals turned into inscriptions of forced beliefs
    When darkness and light were unified, a coveted impossibility haunted passions and expectations
    While a storm of indifference swept away every hope and fervor
    In the most remote time of existence, the nightmares obliged the darkness to prevail
    As soon as the obliviousness pretended to be defeated by the obsession of unsteady luminaries
    Nevermore would have happened a blissful vision of enchanted eagernesses
    Unlimited hopes glimmered like perpetual stars fixed upon a phantasmagorical firmament made of delusional fantasies
    Hallucinations would have invited a whirlwind of misconceptions and deceptions
    Vague impressions of a futile transformation failed to bear unbound fears
    Unrestrained dreads of constant abandonment fell into astonishment
    Silence became the ruler in the infinity, where time was annihilated
    And overwhelmed dreams lost every connection with the intemperance
    Torpor and mendacity overwhelmed every good deed
    Fatal was the minacious grief in the garden of nightmares and anguish
    Shady aversions obliterated unknown fates
    Mysterious whims of idylls and kisses were swallowed by pretentious discouragements
    Loneliness and disillusionment welcomed an apathy of senses
    Insensible impatience could not have lifted the weight of impertinence
    Following time run under the mysterious echo of haunted passions
    Evocative ephemeral realms of darkness and slumber advanced in their quest for decay and dismay
    Smothered anguish was ensnared by the gloominess of oblivion
    Labyrinths of darkness were shaken by blasts of irrefutable anger and disdain
    The agony of despair concealed every cloud of merriment and delight
    The audacity of blissful hopes perished under the resilient cynicism of sarcasm
    Whenever the nightmares shined bright under the shadow of the emptiness
    And every wish altered into a portal of discontent and deception
    Until the very last speck of regret.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • A Life Made Of Thorns

    A Life Made Of Thorns

    A life made of thorns and wounds and from whom I could ever be the same
    Sometimes things seem a happy game
    Where there is so little to learn
    My heart will be a dream of gold and pearls
    Not having any idea of what it is worth to keep
    In the deception that will always be better at dusk
    From my heart and mind
    As I seek to be pure and untamed
    Always striving to endure the pains

    A life made of thorns
    In this universe, I see only nothing but evil lies
    No longer are you in my heart in any form
    Desires and love
    Unveested and possessed
    And I am filled with a bitter grudge
    Wearing a new fire dress
    The flowers are still there in the garden
    Pretending that the delusions never arrived
    All the past thoughts fled too quickly

    A life made of thorns and gold
    When everything is lost till a dream comes
    In an eternal journey where I was left to survive
    My mind is concealed to the sun growing old
    Every regret has age and shines just like light
    Finding every single glow in my mind and soul
    It looks like everything is secret in my fate
    I can feel the peace of mind and stillness
    There is no fear when there is no hope to acquire
    The magic of exquisite and petrified words is bound to my soul

    A life made of thorns and stones
    The stars linger over flares and bursts
    In the dungeon where I reside, I can hold the sight of my soul
    No longer bound to any mediocre clasp
    Passions are so brief and shallow
    A sheer memory seized my heart
    A feeling of pure desire and bliss melts on my lips
    Nothing but loyal dread brings dreams into my universe
    Sore reflections and unsteadiness of life
    Love kept me blind and meek until I undisclosed a new belief.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Paranormal Life

    Paranormal Life

    Paranormal life is taking place
    Missives from past and future
    A story behind good or evil
    However fair could be this time
    I do always move forward with a chance
    Irrevocable thoughtless by day
    I become made of things out of fantasy
    For years in future, I would not be found
    No matter how is senseless evermore to like what we believe
    I would be better going together in love and hate

    Paranormal life
    Where I have no place
    And the destruction of truth overcomes
    Since I was alone for so long
    And I couldn’t raise my notes
    So I lie down in time inside a real world I’ve made up
    Taking my time through a tough life
    My mind remains still in a moment
    which makes me feel sad
    My thoughts are gone

    Paranormal life
    A life where I can be lost in a world with no roads
    Day after day until tomorrow when the years will disappear
    I am safe as a mystery
    As the truth exists
    It will lead to the future
    Whilst I give up on what it’s happening,
    The reality is based on a need for an eternal journey
    My soul had overcome the darkness
    Releasing freedom from each desire

    Paranormal life
    Every inch of my soul remains unknown
    When I become honest with myself
    Obliterating every trust in love
    And from now, I am lost forever in my new dreams
    Until a new dawn begin for my novel life
    Coming back to an eternity of senses
    In a long life with no shared hope
    For each forgotten moment
    All the last words are gone to the end of time

    Paranormal life was a dream of a tragedy
    Where every fleeting fantasy has a hope to exist
    But no soul remains untamed and intact
    I left myself with a glimpse of imagination
    The beauty of my passions and illusions
    An eternal dream which is divine and belongs only to me
    With time, everything is found in my mind
    Being in a state of my own with no distress or anguish
    Vanity and mysticism exhausted me
    Living becomes no real, and the expectations sink into the dim ocean of nightmares.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • A Solemn Silence

    A Solemn Silence

    A solemn silence in a terrific isolation
    An ocean of ice and fire
    An assembly of anguish and vanity
    Sadness and despondency
    Stars and clouds swirl at every blast of the winds
    Being encompassed in darkness
    A tumultuous remembrance leaves me
    listless and silent
    Now in the night
    And still
    I’ve lived a distant life
    Far from me
    When I was alone
    Where no one is so free
    Which might have changed
    Many times
    Years
    Too suddenly as well as never

    A solemn silence in the loneliness
    Where all around, my thoughts are bound
    Even if there is a sound
    Silent souls sink into a dim and sweet lake
    The sea waves advance like ancient mountains
    Calm and still lingering in the snow
    Many earthly ghouls float in the aether
    My potion of delirium and defeat
    In an incessant struggle with logic and treacherousness
    What could I be able to leave forever
    Wandering in the infinite dispersion of my emotions
    Getting lost and pretending to find myself
    One of the several versions

    A solemn silence in the loneliness
    Travelling and losing the path
    In a labyrinth of shattered mirrors and illusions
    Once the discovery is sparkling with dark hues
    I encounter the truth and dismay
    In the loss of beliefs and resolutions
    On a dark and still night
    When the only noise comes from the wind flying through the leaves
    At the dawn of a longly forgotten place
    The clouds seem suddenly collide and burn
    Through the depths of my heart
    A solitary sky had bled away
    In a thousand years of dread
    Amidst the frozen lights

    A solemn silence of the night
    It is like winter after dusk
    The past had gone far away
    All the seasons will blossom and die
    Before the sun hath gone
    At the end of time
    A dream of spiritual passions
    The secret of vanity
    The mystery of a dream
    Once lost forever
    In the immensity of the void
    When a distant wind blasts
    A new spring of every thought begins
    And a realm of starry glimmers
    Lighting the sunset sky
    Beneath the mountains’ stillness.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • My Song Of Agony

    My Song Of Agony

    My Song Of Agony

    this is my song of agony
    I wish I had understood before
    my fault is my fragility and vulnerability
    being like a child who had never been protected
    as a consequence of all the abuses
    I had to endure in my life
    without any protection

    to be loved and protected is a delight I will never know
    I am not any more broken inside
    because I have been already shattered to fragments of myself
    I am not any more a whole creature
    being always cynically exploited by others
    the only things to keep me alive is my poetry
    which is part of my body and soul

    I am poetry, and it is the purest part of me
    poetry for pure and naive souls
    poetry for creatures who are honestly in love
    a pure love that doesn’t betray
    love is not just a short sentence
    fake love is a successful tool to lure a pure soul
    pure love is the most sublime of all feelings
    which should not be used to hurt fragile souls
    souls who never met kindness, love and compassion

    because it is so hard to be me
    I am not just a freaky girl for the sake of being “cool”
    there are traumas and abuses behind my being a “dark romantic” poet
    in an aura of romantic torments and anguishes
    being an exotic flower and an unconventional girl
    the Israeli Jewish girl with “that Italian” accent

    and there is also my loss since two years
    which I still feel a lot
    not having a father is miserable
    not having more chance to have a family
    being lonely and alone
    no love
    no affection
    just the coldness of a cynic society

    this is my song of agony and pain
    living a life made of words, passions and love
    love burns me alive
    love pierces my heart
    I scream in agony
    it is the scream of my bleeding heart
    and all the stars of the universe collide
    merging in a hybrid star
    which is inside my heart

    I cannot stop loving
    I cannot stop dreaming
    a transcendental love
    without reward
    without return.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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