Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: tears

  • Buried Delights

    Buried Delights

    Buried delights are the only gifts that remained in my treasure chest
    Nothing more because I’ve lost all my hope and dreams
    I’ve been deprived of all the things dear to me and I cannot have any more back
    All that I have is dust and decay

    All my sandcastles were swallowed by the greedy ocean of darkness
    The emptiness of my fate buried all my solaces and delights
    I have to suffer in silence and let my heart bleed all the pains he cannot retain
    Because my life is a graveyard of buried delights and I cannot dream

    I have to suffer unbearably
    My life is an abyss of anguish and sorrow
    Dismay is my favourite word that I pronounce instead of my name
    And my only consolation is the cold soil of my chamber of tears

    I cry infinitely and in my repulsion for life
    I cannot find any light
    What should I do to make my life tolerable?
    Is there any sense in this universe for a creature like me?

    In the gloominess, I hide tiny and invisible
    Because after all, I’m invisible and no one cares about me
    I care about myself so little that even I don’t care
    So I do write because my life is useless and empty

    The void devoured everything all my happiness
    Nothing remained to me but buried delights
    Nothing remained to me but cold tears stroking my cheeks
    So often I cry that I forget all my names and I know that my fate is doomed

    In misery and desolation, I will find my destiny
    In resignation and death, I will find my infinite rest
    Suffering is my only way to express myself inside myself
    Like in a dark maze where all that I can see are shadows lecturing me about life

    My buried dreams and delights are lost forever
    I have nothing any more but the endless anguish of life
    Because I never wanted to be born
    Because I never wanted to be among others
    Because all I ever wanted was to live in my dreams and not in a graveyard made of misery and affliction.
    Elisabetta

  • Under The Spell of Despair

    Under The Spell of Despair

    Under the spell of despair and distress, I fell into a slumber that dragged me to a realm of darkness and madness.

    Disquietude welcomed me like a soft petal falling on the frigid soil soaked with tears and blood in a domain where I had always been a nobody.

    The sound of a storm kept me asleep as I was under a dark spell of pain. Loving to be possessed by an anguish that was piercing and breaking me.

    A sharp blade stroked me just as an affection manifestation of my nightmares, visiting me like haunting spirits, leaving me bleeding my soul out.

    Decadent desires of lust grabbed my body, tearing me apart with their alluring viciousness, leaving me like a crushed rose whose blood stained red all over the garden grass.

    Faraway, wicked echoes of phoney oddities and curiosities claimed me as their biological creature and beloved possession of my early youth. They trampled upon my essence repeatedly until my soul dissolved into nothingness.

    Old forbidden secrets were kept inside my heart like decayed treasures made of rotten fondness. They made me feel like a butterfly without wings and without a name.

    And so, I became nameless and faceless, ensnared under the spell of despair and mortification, revelling in the triumph of decadence and the torment of existence.

    Floundering in the unfathomable depths of an ocean of dreams and illusions, I drifted endlessly, lost within their spectral embrace.

    In the end, I became a crimson blossom, sustained by the moonlight’s ghostly glow and the deception of my obscene dreams.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Silent Lamentations

    Silent Lamentations

    Silent lamentations pleaded the night sky,
    Once, no hope could have been secured in the valley of hollowness and death.
    Lurking beneath the horizon, the stars complied with each illusion,
    Far away from the trees of wisdom and consciousness.

    In this forsaken realm where darkness swallowed all the light,
    The land lay silently barren, touched by neither dawn nor night.
    The moon, a waning spectre in the vault of gloom,
    Drifted above ancient ruins, where stillness was taken for granted.

    Amidst the skeletal remains of what once was alive,
    The whispers of despair through the cold wind contrived.
    Every rustle of the leaves, every sigh of the wind,
    Recounted forgotten tales and unfulfilled pleas.

    The shadows stretched beyond, their shapes entangled with the mist,
    Draping in the memories of those who still were resilient.
    Their voices mirrored faintly, like relics of a dream,
    Lost in the chasm where no hope dared to gleam.

    In this valley of despair where time itself was motionless,
    The night sky’s silent lamentations fell gently, a reflection of a frigid blizzard.
    Stars that once were loyal guides through the darkened night
    With time, they became spectral remnants swallowed by the blight.

    In this void of silent cries, no delight could have been found,
    An eerie trance of glooms cast no consoling sound.
    Archaic trees, gnarled and twisted, stood as silent guardians of woe,
    Their branches narrated fairytales of sorrow and decay that only the dark could have known.

    Beneath this veil of endless night and desolate atmosphere,
    Longings were but a distant memory, lost in infinite despair.
    In the senseless embrace of the abyss where dimness lay in wait,
    The night sky grieved for dreams that could never have been escaped,
    Forgotten tales and unfulfilled supplications.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Pain And Anguish

    Pain And Anguish

    Pain and anguish blossomed into a sombre dawn,
    When shadows lingered and hope withdrawn,
    And echoes of sorrow became silent and deep,
    In the abyss of grief, secrets were kept.

    A realm awash in tears that flowed like wild rivers,
    Where darkness reigned, and doubts grew,
    Within this bleak, relentless was the night,
    Glimmers of resilience fainted bright.

    Tales of shattered dreams and hearts torn apart,
    Wove a lore of loss, a solemn art,
    Amidst the despair, a sign of defeat and surrender,
    Yearned to pierce through the perpetual night.

    In the depths of desolation, a journey through sorrow,
    Kindling an unextinguished flame of destruction,
    Within the heavy gloom of ashes of despair,
    After the inexorable loss of solaces and grimaces.

    Haunting and heinous memories became hideous ghosts of the imagination,
    Influential in their gloomy and whispering torments,
    Leaving destruction and death behind.

    The aether became thick with the scent of despair,
    As intrusions from the past pierced through the night air,
    Spectral forms weaving a veil of woes,
    In a sky where the stars refused to glow.

    In a sky perpetually painted with a stormy dye,
    The silence was deafening, and the stillness was heavy as arsenic,
    Binding pure love and innocence in an unwavering state.

    In the shadow of sorrow, dreadful glimmers appeared,
    A long-forgotten nightmare as a distant hope,
    Fumbling in the darkness, wicked and frail,
    But enough to whisper that everything was lost.

    Pain and anguish bloomed into scorn and despair,
    During journeys made of infinite trials and unknown foes,
    When obscurity lingered and hope withdrawn,
    Echoes of sorrow became silent and deep,
    In the abyss of grief, secrets were kept.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Flowers Of Stone

    Flowers Of Stone

    Flowers of stone shone under the stars,
    In a moonless night of despair and anguish,
    With a sense of emptiness after lost delights.

    The future showed a promise of betrayal and death,
    In the garden of obliviousness and disdain,
    It could have been a sign of dust and destruction.

    Flowers of bones lay beneath a hollow tree,
    Ancient, like the empty sky quilted with tears and sighs,
    Unpleasant to look at, as under a wicked spell.

    A glimmering seal of dreams and illusions became the portal to endless magic,
    Fading away like a cloud of smoke,
    Prematurely falling into the forgetfulness.

    Magic madness to escape horror and dismay,
    Casting spells over the infinite emptiness,
    Where the imagination is the only saviour.

    Stupor of mind when the darkness swallowed every light,
    Hallucinations of ethereal beauty and mystical delight,
    Lost in the labyrinth of dreams, where reality bent and twisted.

    Under the infinite gloominess,
    Whispers of ancient lore filled the night,
    Weaving tales of yore,
    While, in the stillness of shadows, dreams soared.

    Stars shimmered above as a celestial vision of bliss,
    And in the garden of time, echoes of memories were traced,
    While arcane secrets were revealed in the wind’s embrace.

    Amidst the murmuring trees, where shadows silently ruled,
    Fragments of longings lingered in the night’s obscure realm,
    In the abyss’s deepest caverns, memories were engraved.

    In the depths of solitude,
    Through the veil of illusion,
    Where time was excluded,
    Mysteries lay secluded like flowers of stone inside a cryptic vault.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Crystal Tears

    Crystal Tears

    Crystal tears were a gift of betrayal and fear,
    Painful anguishes obscured the sky dotted with stars,
    While decay silently reclaimed its domain.

    Longings of lost happiness faded underneath crumbles of dreams,
    Life became a nightmare and a relentless onslaught of dread,
    Where the shadows of despair obliterated every sparkle of peace and joy.

    In realms where time surrendered, careless fantasies wandered,
    Through fields of whispered dreams, where frets found no dwelling,
    In the shadows of the twilight, burdens gently faded.

    Beneath the astral vault, frights cast aside,
    In echoes of forgotten tales, emotions began to soar,
    To realms untouched by sorrow, where desires forevermore endured.

    Through valleys of enchantment, merriments fulfil wishes and expectations,
    In the realm of dreams, sealed secrets hid from unknown worlds,
    Beyond the veil of reality, where imagination ruled.

    In enchanted realms, where time halted,
    Every wish bends to the dreamer’s might,
    For the only boundary lay within fantasies’ reach.

    A beloved secret touched the dreams with words,
    As fragile as it was, feeling like a crystal flower in a valley of agony,
    Waiting for a sign in the solitude of the night.

    The silence of expectation pierced every bliss,
    Burning like a flame of darkness and restlessness,
    In the glaring darkness, eager to destroy.

    An overwhelming sadness cast a shadow,
    Obscuring the garden of delights with its heavy sorrow,
    While a veil of melancholy, in darkness, it wallowed.

    Nothing seemed intelligible in the mist’s elusive concealment,
    Where shadows lingered, and thoughts felt surreal,
    A world untethered beyond imagination.

    Crystal tears fell like teardrops in the moonlight,
    Shimmering as they touched the soil,
    Casting a mesmerising glow upon the ethereal realm of dreams.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Silent Tears

    Silent Tears

    Silent tears were still like frozen stones in the hushed garden of desires and consolations, and nothing could have been moveable.

    Avid shadows of hollow trees entrapped a patient glance of timid lights. Once more, the darkness of the clouds sovereigned the gloominess.

    Longings and blisses of long nights seemed to blend with the whims of lonely nightmares. Unattainable reveries of lost treasures were hunting every dream in despair.

    Silent tears tore the melancholy apart like a ripped canvas, which was a perfect vestige of beauty and sublimity. Soliloquies of whimsical moments remained immobile.

    Fears perturbed serenity like a fierce storm in the night skyline amid the open sea. Lonely thoughts of solemnity echoed through the infinite firmament.

    Timid and fanciful rhymes chanted sonnets of defeat and disillusion. Surreal waves of startling emotions faded away in the recesses of memory, leaving a lingering sense of bewilderment.

    Teardrops of sadness and solitude descended on the cold soil like delicate rain, merging with the earth’s quiet sorrow as soon as spells and enchantments were whispered into the air, casting an ethereal ambience of mysticism.

    Realms of dismay enveloped the atmosphere, shrouding everything in a sombre veil of gloom. Amidst this forlorn kingdom, whispers of expectation lingered, softly weaving through the shadowy realms.

    The void of nothingness swallowed every trace of the sublime, leaving behind an eerie silence and a vast and empty aether. While soft whispering deceits wove a web of illusions, masking the truth in mesmerising deception.

    Beneath a starless sky, silence reigned, holding secrets in the obsidian folds of the night. Passions lingered in the quiet, undisclosing mysterious and concealed tales of love and death.

    In the realm of hypnotic darkness, each sigh cradled unshed tears, legends of veiled sorrows ensnared within the silent embrace of wonder, ethereality and oblivion.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Calmness Of Despair

    The Calmness Of Despair

    The calmness of despair filled the firmament
    Having despised vanity as a tempest broke
    The rain was blowing through the windy clouds
    I was not always used to loving dreams
    Once known as happiness lapses
    I went nowhere for one day
    Getting lost in my dreams
    Oftentimes falling into a snare of deceit
    Empty memories full of tears
    An irreverent game of illusions mangled to pieces trust
    Sadness stood at the doorway of the street
    Among the lies of people staring at it

    The calmness of despair was an intense sorrow between life and death
    The fear of terror and pain was caught in a mirror
    When the darkness obscured the emptiness
    A silent ecstasy appeared in my dreams
    A light gleam blew upon me like a hectic wind
    The storm seemed like a gentle breeze that fades
    Grief and pain desired to endure the cold deathless strife
    The fury and the howling of the sky dismantled every speck of serenity
    Indelebile and invisible amnesia of future mistakes
    A silent mystery of undisclosed obsessions hovered
    The dizziness of uncontrollable desires fell like frozen raindrops
    An obscure fate attempted to escape from fear

    In the calmness of despair’s gloom
    No thought would have been flung loose
    As every idealisation became a crystal inside my heart
    And it was impossible to hope and catch a glimpse behind the lids of unconsciousness
    None of my perceptions could lead me to deliverance
    Being constrained by misunderstanding and obstacles
    I had become a mere shadow of my imagination
    A creature of darkness and invisibility without mirrors
    An infinite dreamscape was soon forgotten in the opalescent darkness
    Every time the night shadows fell down in the desert sky
    Lost in my dreams to be never found
    Whispers and illusions met in a terrible embrace

    The calmness of despair in the abyss
    New emotions and thoughts had died too fast
    As long as time was past
    No oracle was allowed to guess
    I looked at the future all alone
    Before having discovered a labyrinth where I lost myself
    And where the pain had healed my wounds
    Completely awoken and sunken into a desire for absence
    The stillness of anguishes is a melody concealed in the ocean
    My dreams were composed of delights and pangs
    And everything was captivated by beauty and insanity
    Whenever a silent cry faded far away beyond all earthly things.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Agony Of Uncertainty

    The Agony Of Uncertainty

    The agony of uncertainty is my dwelling
    It was all I had written on a mirror
    A long sequence of characters
    Which I used to write
    And nothing further
    Forever and never
    I have been lost
    Striving to remember my name and my story
    Since I was born with a great devotion to art
    Such joy should be life
    Once everything has been forgotten with time

    The agony of uncertainty is a tree in the sea
    Where it is possible to be merry
    A moment has come to bear a perceived memory
    Like dreams repeatedly created and destroyed
    Each season and new year
    The time is past and never hides
    Torments are shortened by days and nights
    To avoid suffering and distress
    I might become pleased as I would pretend
    My past life never existed
    Becoming something imaginary

    The agony of uncertainty is a dark forest
    Where the wounds never disappear
    Only memories can unfold
    Looking onward and writing my dreams
    And all those unconcealed secrets
    That the soul keeps as the deepest memories
    The nightmares of the heart are lost in the dark
    The fate of dark stars is entwined in indifference
    The gloom of endless thoughts of sorrow
    Lost forever in a silent emptiness
    Which never dies

    The agony of uncertainty and pain
    Thereupon I move forward through the long desert of death
    Reaching more intention and joy
    My thoughts are made of fears
    Bleeding each time, I became wiser
    No hope was found in the devotion of love
    Instants of lust in the deepest silence
    Fretting about the decay of every bliss
    Dread should last forever in death
    When everything is lost
    The truth is the door of a new consciousness

    The agony of uncertainty and delight
    Always shining in an infinite reality
    My heart is truly sacred
    Beyond deception and mendacity
    Seeking the truth as an insight
    When no choice is granted
    The tears, like fright, lit the earth
    The grief within my soul is still alive
    I should not always be afraid
    Gifted with patience to keep
    My soul is bound to be naive.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Gloomy Skies

    Gloomy Skies

    Gloomy skies and oceans of white
    I could never hear my dreams
    Still so lonely but not always alive
    My memories must be everywhere
    For the rain came upon me
    And all night was gone
    I was lost and now moved
    No hope on earth
    On my path, too many forms of dreams appeared
    As the most divine knowledge

    Gloomy skies were phoney and shady
    The sun was hot and grey
    With its silver hues that fly high
    I could not hear my voice all around me, like in a memory
    A thoughtful life’s beauty should now come
    Gone forever as life departs
    The sky was long and sad
    Winter morning dew and clouds
    Massive waves for a new day
    Specks of snow were all around

    Gloomy skies have fallen apart
    Clouds bloomed to ascend
    The wind left behind one of the branches of a hollow tree
    My heart kept moving fast with no sweet delight
    A small flower was pierced by a pale morning
    A shade came in haste
    I could see the dimness of the day
    My dread had disappeared like an ordinary river
    Falling into the clouds, I was gone
    And there was no time to be silent in the shadow

    Gloomy skies were hidden behind a blaze
    Tears became sweet like myrtle
    A dark and dreary day has trapped me
    The clouds were so thick and heavy
    It felt like they were suffocating the world below
    I couldn’t help but feel a sense of sorrow
    Everything looked dull and lifeless
    As the world had been drained of all its colour
    The rain continued to fall, and the clouds slowly began to break apart
    I felt a sense of longing and a shrug of resignation

    Gloomy skies falling like raindrops
    The rain made everything glisten and sparkle
    The sound of the drops smashed the soil
    And everything seemed to slow down
    Despite the darkness and the sadness
    I took a moment to pause and reflect, to gather my strengths for brighter days ahead
    The gloomy skies reminded me that even in the darkest of times
    There is always a glimmer of light waiting to shine through a forgotten dream
    The very memories run when not everything has become a fair and loving thought
    And the fear of happiness remains as some divine benefit flies away.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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