Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: passions

  • As I Forget To Have Fear

    As I Forget To Have Fear

    As I Forget To Have Fear

    As I forget to have fear
    My desires overwhelm me
    And my passions burn my soul alive
    Until I vanish into the oblivion
    Becoming evanescent
    Nobody can see me
    Nobody can touch me
    What remains of me
    It is only the memory of a part of me
    Which the material world stole from me
    They grabbed only fragments of myself
    Never my whole self
    They wanted to grab insanely pieces of me
    But they never touched my soul
    Being always hidden inside a rose bush full of thorns.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • My Heart Overflows With Love

    My Heart Overflows With Love

    My Heart Overflows With Love

    My heart overflows with love
    And my body is wholly subjugated to my crazy passions
    How many times do I have to die and be reborn with a new soul
    If there is hope, I might often have lost it
    The grief is a sweet melody that hypnotises my heart
    As I cease to dream, I slowly descend into the darkest abyss of despair and emptiness
    Where I find pleasure every time my soul is torn into pieces, and my heart perpetually agonises
    Sometimes I might be too intense
    Sometimes I might be too passionate
    Anguish and pain provoke spasms in my soul
    And each time, I feel overwhelmed and powerless
    Even in the dark night, my passions never cease to burn my heart
    Torments never desist from crashing my heart
    And emptiness is constantly swallowing me
    Until I fall lifeless on the shadow of myself.
    Esther 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

  • Life Through The Glass

    Life Through The Glass

    Life Through The Glass

    Life through the glass
    When the icy wind is constantly swirling
    And the blizzard ensnares me
    The dark sky seems to stare at me
    The crowded street and my individuality are two disjointed entities
    Thinking about thinking
    I feel infinite in my finiteness
    I’m a microcosm bound to an unlimited macrocosm
    Sometimes I am chaos and darkness
    Sometimes I am a hazy fragment of a comet
    Reserved and obscure
    Subjugated to my passions and the immobility of the silence
    I might live in my virtual reality made of my dreams
    I wish I could be uninspired and stop writing poetry forever
    But it is like an autodestructive thraldom
    The more I write, the more I need to write
    Not being a whole person anymore
    I am a superposition of different fragments
    Trust is more dangerous than fire
    And people are enigmatic entities.
    Esther Racah

  • An Inextinguishable Flame

    An Inextinguishable Flame

    An Inextinguishable Flame

    It burns me inside like an inextinguishable flame
    The desire for unpredictability and unexpectedness
    Passions and dreams induce me to explore my unconsciousness
    My fragility and my vulnerability are the shadows of my dismay
    The more I know about myself, the more I want to embrace the obliviousness
    The more I learn, the more I become doubtful
    Whenever I embrace the risk of losing what I care about the most in life
    Persistent aches grasp my heart, and I abandon myself to the madness of my senses.
    Esther Racah

  • Losing Myself

    Losing Myself

    Losing Myself

    Losing myself in the labyrinth of thoughts and emotions
    I disown the concept of time
    I ignore the days and the nights
    And I enter a secret world
    An unrevealed and undisclosed chimaera
    A dwelling that is perceptible only to the soul
    Where everything is ethereal and pure
    There are no signs of corruption nor consumption
    However, nothing is steady
    Somehow this peaceful alcove loses its quiescence
    And a turmoil intrudes abruptly
    Therein is no perfection and no idleness
    The calmness is gone as soon as a new passion is born
    An inert hideout becomes an ocean storm
    It is not anymore a haven
    As soon as pains and fears increase rapidly
    I get lost in the middle of a violent blast
    I feel helpless and frail
    Like a small petal floating in the wind
    I’m defeated defencelessly.
    Esther Racah

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