Tag: purpose

  • A Life Backwards

    A Life Backwards

    A life backwards,
    Without sense and without hope,
    All wrong,
    All right.

    Inverted existence,
    Senseless void,
    Hopeless journey,
    Chaotic order.

    Backward strides,
    Lost in time,
    Searching for meaning,
    In the chaos of existence.

    Glimmers of purpose,
    Amidst the madness,
    Fragmented truths,
    In the labyrinth of life.

    Shattered dreams,
    Scattered fragments,
    Lost whispers,
    In the abyss of oblivion.

    Inverted tale,
    Lost and found,
    Backward steps,
    In silent sound.

    Senseless void,
    Where hope resides,
    Chaos reigns,
    In unseen tides.

    Lost in time,
    Strides reverse,
    Meaning sought,
    In tangled verse.

    Amidst the storm,
    Purpose gleams,
    Truths obscured,
    In shattered dreams.

    Scattered pieces,
    Whispers fade,
    In oblivion’s grip,
    Memories cascade.

    A life forwards,
    With sense and with hope,
    All right,
    All wrong.

    Conventional existence,
    Meaningful void,
    Hopeful journey,
    Ordered chaos.

    Forward strides,
    Found in time,
    Creating meaning,
    In the order of existence.

    Brightened dreams,
    Connected fragments,
    Found whispers,
    In the heights of recognition.

    Conventional tale,
    Found and lost,
    Forward steps,
    In resounding sound.

    Meaningful void,
    Where hope resides,
    Order reigns,
    In seen tides.

    Found in time,
    Strides forward,
    Purpose sought,
    In clear verse.

    Amidst the calm,
    Purpose gleams,
    Truths revealed,
    In whole dreams.

    Connected pieces,
    Whispers remain,
    In recognition’s grasp,
    Memories emerge.

    A life spinning,
    With madness and despair,
    All tangled,
    All clear.

    Disjointed existence,
    Void of reason,
    Journey without end,
    Chaos unchained.

    Twisted strides,
    Lost in the void,
    Hunting for meaning,
    In the madness of chaos.

    Flickers of purpose,
    Amidst the chaos,
    Shattered truths,
    In the maze of madness.

    Fractured dreams,
    Scattered shards,
    Echoes lost,
    In the abyss of madness.

    Chaotic tale,
    Found and forgotten,
    Backward leaps,
    In the cacophony of silence.

    Senseless void,
    Where despair thrives,
    Chaos devours,
    In the invisible whirlpool.

    Lost in time’s grasp,
    Strides backwards,
    Seeking nonsense,
    In twisted prose.

    Amidst the tempest,
    Purpose fades,
    Truths hidden,
    In shattered illusions.

    Scattered fragments,
    Whispers vanish,
    In oblivion’s grip,
    Memories dissolve.
    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

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