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  • Secret Longings

    Secret Longings

    Secret Longings
    by Esther Elizabeth Racah

    In shadows deep where silence reigned,
    I wandered once, with hopes long feigned.
    My heart, a vault of secret fires,
    Bore dreams that time and grief conspired.
    A whisper lost within the night,
    I sought the stars’ elusive light.
    But every step, though soft and slow,
    Led further from what I would know.

    The walls of time grew thick with dread,
    Encasing all that once was said.
    Beneath the luminaries, a ghostly plea,
    I carved my name on a memory tree.
    Yet winds would blow, and dust would rise,
    To hide the truths behind my eyes.
    A gaze that lingered, filled with thirst,
    But never quenched, forever cursed.

    For there, within the hidden keep,
    Where shadows walked, and spirits wept,
    I found the longing, dark and cold,
    A hunger profound, too strong, too old.
    A silence hung like mourning’s shroud,
    And in its grip, my head was bowed.
    What secrets stirred within the stone,
    Were mine to carry, mine alone.

    The fleeting glimmer of what might,
    Lay far beyond my dimming sight.
    Yet still, I chased that phantom light,
    Through endless corridors of night.
    The taste of dreams, so near, so far,
    It was lost beneath a darkened star.
    And all that once seemed close, so clear,
    Became a distant echo near.

    In those long halls, where stillness crept,
    The shadows deepened as I wept.
    For what is longing but despair,
    A wish that dies upon the air?
    And though I sought with all my will,
    The void within grew immensely still.
    Each corner turned, each door I passed,
    Led further from the truth at last.

    And now, those fires once bright, once warm,
    Are cold, mere embers in the storm.
    The yearning that consumed my days,
    Fades slowly in the endless maze.
    No solace waits beyond this door,
    Only echoes, nothing more.
    And so, I wander, lost in thought,
    A ghost with longings left to fraught.

  • A Secret Doom

    A Secret Doom

    A Secret Doom,
    Cracks spread like nightmares across the pale sky of dusk,
    Twisting through the bones of the earth, splitting it wide,
    As secrets, dark and festering, rise from forgotten graves.
    Whispers drip from shadows unseen, crawling through the air,
    A doom long carved in echoes, unspoken yet unavoidable,
    An invisible weight pressing down on the heart of the world.
    Each breath tastes of ruin, sharp as the edge of a knife,
    A phantom’s regret lingers in every corner of the mind.

    Beneath the surface of the soil, something stirs, something waits,
    A hidden truth buried deep, locked within the marrow of the earth,
    Its presence was felt in the tremble of leaves, in the shiver of wind,
    As the sky darkens with dread and the stars turn cold.
    Eyes close, but visions remain, burning behind the lids,
    Fingers grasp at the air, tearing at the unseen veil of reality,
    But nothing holds—the void laughs softly,
    A quiet madness that hums beneath the skin,
    Invisible threads of fate weaving a pattern of despair.

    A secret doom spins its web, each strand a tale of forgotten sorrow,
    Tangled in the fabric of existence, in the very core of being,
    Where chaos reigns, and reason falls away into oblivion.
    Nothing remains but the endless fall, the plunge into the unknown,
    Where no ground waits beneath, only the infinite descent,
    Into the crushing weight of emptiness, a hollow pit of eternity.
    In this place, secrets and doom entwine,
    Feeding on the darkness, growing stronger,
    Until only the echoes remain, fading into nothingness,
    Lost in the void where all is forgotten, and all is lost.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Living Secret

    The Living Secret

    The living secret lay in the heart of an ancient wood,
    Where shadows whispered, and wind brooded,
    A secret lived, long kept in the gloom,
    Breathing within the forest’s tombs.

    Whispers of sorrow filled the air,
    Ghostly figures, pale and fair,
    Guarded the tale of dreams and dread,
    Bound to secrets, never dead.

    Moonlight seeped through twisted trees,
    Casting shadows, eerie frieze,
    Where the past and present met,
    A haunting dance, silent yet fleet.

    In the stillness of the night,
    A lantern’s glowed, pale and slight,
    And revealed the secret, living still,
    Hidden in the vale and hill.

    Once a love, now turned to woe,
    In whispers, its sorrow flowed,
    Bound by fate and time’s cruel hand,
    A tale that none could understand.

    Caution was required for those who dared,
    For the living secret lingered there,
    In the heart of the ancient wood,
    Where shadows whispered, and wind brooded.

    Beyond the veil, shadows lingered,
    Reaching out with ghostly touches,
    Eyes like embers, burning bright,
    Glimmering beacon in the endless night.

    They waited for those who would break the chain,
    To lift the curse, to end the pain,
    But none returned from whence they went,
    Lost to the secret’s chilling glow.

    A melody, both sweet and sad,
    Echoed through the glade, so bad,
    Alluring those whose desires belonged,
    To join the wraiths where they indulged.

    Treacherous was the path that led too far,
    Where night concealed the morning star,
    For in the dark, the secret lay,
    Living in the mournful cries.

    Ancient trees with twisted limbs,
    Hid the faces, grim and dim,
    Of souls that wandered, lost and cold,
    In search of peace, they never told.

    Through the mist, a whisper called,
    From forgotten, crumbling halls,
    Where the living secret bided its time,
    A tale spun from sorrow’s rhyme.

    No warning could have saved the brave and bold,
    Of secrets ancient, dark, and old,
    For in the heart of shadowed wood,
    A living secret quietly stood.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Mystery Of My Soul Reflection

    The Mystery Of My Soul Reflection

    The mystery of my soul reflection
    My senses cannot see the world
    But a single emotion so intense
    It may not be depicted in the real world
    If I am ever a spark of a wonderful dream
    Where nature does not appear
    To reveal the infinite essences
    A nocturnal creature going through many roads
    A soul in the visible world
    As life has to evolve and transform

    The mystery of my soul reflection
    I seize a dream of eternity
    Until the ocean sounds of passion
    In the intense bliss of beauty
    Deep sorrow is burning like a dark flame
    Seeing my image reflected in a broken mirror
    A shattered heart never dies
    It hangs in between opposite worlds
    I feel the blaze I cannot see
    Whilst reading empty pages

    The mystery of my soul reflection
    I live while I’m trapped in an image
    When thinking is something profound and beautiful
    I seek the stunning chasm
    Somewhere behind a hidden place
    Which sometimes is not so extravagant
    And can be found totally meaningless
    Like the first silver stars shining everywhere
    And the autumn clouds above the blue dew
    It’s a magnificent and delicate sight

    The mystery of my soul reflection
    Fragile is my mind’s mask
    My deep leisure has become my secret
    In the shadow, the emptiness shines like a star
    Through his open glass, a mirror afflicts my heart
    My soul is still burning from a sunken devotion
    My life’s reflection shining from inside
    I am not alive without any word
    No wonder I’m lonely now in the space
    So desolate, sad and puzzling today

    The mystery of my soul reflection
    I wish I could be in dreams
    I am in silence, and this is my time
    And I am walking in the darkness
    Striving and suffering
    Looking at a landscape made of indifference and deception
    Hope falls like fire in the night
    Far across the horizon
    I need an infinite glow from above to remind me how perfect I am
    But I am still waiting to see the dark sky whose light is too high.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • In The Darkness Of The Night

    In The Darkness Of The Night

    In the darkness of the night
    The stars shone down on sand walls
    And there shall remain black clouds
    Beneath open flames on a dark sky
    Which set fire to ashes
    The sun shone from over a place above
    In search for every fear in its glare
    Its light slowly descended upon me
    It might still be very cold
    As a dream was born one thousand times

    In the darkness of the night
    The night-at-midnight hesitated
    And I was in the darkness
    It was so loud that words could not depict
    My eyes and my heart were locked
    Although it was still beautiful and sublime
    This dream was never the same
    A shadow burnt my heart
    Each moment the soul was torn
    A desire was claimed for each cry

    In the darkness of the night
    I have discovered my dreams
    I thought they were all unattended
    The dimness endured and stayed
    The memories disappeared in the dawn
    When the sky hung with the stars
    Auburn leaves lit the wind
    The beauty of the glow dwelt in the secret of a dream
    The memories of the tomorrow were gone astray

    In the darkness of the night
    I saw a dream I had to remember
    But it was too late
    And even though the vision came again
    I felt only silence and desolation
    Happiness seemed lost, never to return
    A doomed prospect waited at the gate
    With fluorescent glow and deceitful attire
    Tangled in a shining glass made of illusions
    Life is a moment of sheer consciousness

    In the darkness of the night
    My eyes have no reply
    I wonder and doubt not
    As I break the stage of time
    The secret echoes tingle
    I wonder why I need an end to change
    These scars will alter just for all I know
    The light is known as the glow of the clouds
    The silence has a final touch because there is no one to wait
    Strolling in the sky, I disappear as a faint glimmer of light.
    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

  • 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

  • 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

  • A Timeless Emptiness

    A Timeless Emptiness

    A timeless emptiness
    Out of vision and fear
    Afternoon and Midnight
    The sun hides in the woods
    Sitting still while listening to the wind through the leaves
    Like a surreal vision
    Words inside of me shine gloomy
    In the unseen world of emotions
    Feelings have a hidden beauty
    Secret and powerful
    Like an icy sea of trees
    A breath thriving into a silent voice
    A perfect sight of unhappiness

    A timeless emptiness
    A sense of being alive and unified
    Like beautiful words scattered in the void
    I’m a part of my own universe
    And I love to make the world feel everything I might grant
    So many times with no fear
    Very dearly with love for creation
    Whenever light grab the truth
    Long moments ago
    With joy and hope
    And a bliss without any delight in mind
    Never realised until love does, it feel like flowers

    A timeless emptiness
    May surely live, that ever was found
    In reality
    Dreams become devoted vows
    Which are made of stained beliefs
    In a heart filled with everything that could become alive and dead
    Remembering all the time to believe and untrust
    An eternity that will cease
    Whenever life is meant to end
    And death becomes true
    Like a nightmare finalised
    Though no reality should be conceded
    In an artwork built from farse and betrayal

    A timeless emptiness
    Like an unquenchable fire
    Burning the soul until its extinction
    In the unawareness of a feeling of unconsciousness
    Understanding that nothing will end but will only transform
    Something too big to be caught
    My thoughts build my life
    With no beginnings and no ends
    My heart is at the edges of the intelligible
    Where there is no shadow and shine
    A reflection of dark feelings and empty senses
    Building a ghost island within the soul
    And I lie senseless in unwavering dismay.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Echo Of A Broken Dream

    The Echo Of A Broken Dream

    The echo of a broken dream
    Is the sky’s vast light
    Which is rising in winter’s rain
    From the flight of little birds
    A song to drink and dance
    It can be heard faraway
    Thinking about time and failure
    So short life to regret
    Unending and unlimited endeavours for life’s delight
    When dreams come
    What might be lost could be found
    But long is the path of mistakes and struggles
    Never well-known enough to prevent distress and anguish
    In sleepless nights something and nothing has been revealed
    It always began the creation
    Destroying and creating
    By chance and love
    Like no more devotion would be granted like before
    Each thought of desire would be loyal and engraved
    Reading the infinite source of darkness
    And still enjoying every strive and pang
    In the hope of living inside an untamed soul
    Never like before
    It would become a gloomy and arduous heart

    The echo of a broken dream
    The sea of darkness is blasting
    Now that the night has come
    Harkening to the wind
    Whenever the wildness of the sea is fearless and indomitable
    The fallen souls have drifted into a slumber time
    Sighing along the cliff of the abyss
    Never seen to this day what it might not be quested
    A beautiful forsaken tale would be a lavish obscure dream
    A wonder and a marvel
    Sunken down into a remote universe
    Since the eternity
    It has always been there for me
    And always will be
    With no guesses or questions about life
    I fell down into the chasm of the time
    When it is believed to cast away the darkness and shadows
    With the loss of eternity
    Whilst everything was bound together inside a hidden and blissful oasis
    Every kind of dream was being offered like some joyful lie
    Sweet like poison and bitter like truth
    Like those revelations that will never be disclosed
    And desires would be offered as secret snares

    The echo of a broken dream
    Which lived forever in the abysm of the sea
    And was made of divine light
    New eternal dimensions are recreated
    The vision of a single and lonely night
    The world would start all over again and again
    Until all the clouds of darkness would end
    And the wonders of harmony and hymns would be created
    The world’s clout will last forever
    Truly and devotedly
    Days depart and perish
    Every longing will convey a new route of deception and authenticity
    Change delivers wisdom in the everlastingness
    When only one new lifetime is allowed to become true
    Love is death, love is untamed, love is betrayal, and love is life
    Being trapped in a new belief
    Acting to set free every uncoveted desire inside the soul
    And wishing to find a place in the universe
    If everything could materialise in an abode with faithful devotion
    There would be only bliss and an ever-lasting delight in life
    Certitude and suspicion could obliterate each other
    Probity and passion would be devoted eternally

    The echo of a broken dream
    Stalled so perfectly in my mind and once more disappeared
    As forgotten for ages
    Such a feeling of authentic dismay
    I disclosed the evening
    Lingering for darkness and nightmares
    A soft touch of sharp thorns
    Although pain and tears could flood my heart
    So many times
    I have been destined
    And magnificence would be a journey of delight and bliss
    Nothing else
    After my soul wandered lost in torment and misery
    With no more passion
    Dreaming that in a swoon
    My heart would always glow
    Not at all because of pleasure
    But striving to return to its primordial harmony.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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