Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: unseen

  • Crying To Death

    Crying To Death

    Crying to death until I lose all my fears
    Crying to death until my heart bleeds the last drop of grief
    I don’t remember my name anymore
    I come from a faraway realm where dreams are forbidden
    I wander astray in the labyrinth of my bleeding heart

    Not anymore comforted by solace and delight
    I strive to find refuge in my secret realm of illusions
    Because I love to lie to myself with shameless boldness
    Because I love to fill my heart with deception

    I’m untamed and wild, and I don’t bow to any convention
    It’s impossible to fit my soul inside a box of comfort
    Too many thoughts crowd my mind
    Too many emotions crowd my heart
    I’m a paroxysm, a burst of madness wrapped in the quietness of my sorrow

    I love to wear exclusively beautiful vintage-style dresses and ballerinas
    I love to wear red lipstick and red nail polish
    I never cut my long blond hair because they keep my little secrets for years discretely
    I love books but sometimes I keep them closed as if I would like to guess what is going to happen next in the story

    I mainly write night and day and I cannot see myself not writing even a day
    That would be like asking me not to breathe
    I suffer in silence when I am home alone so nobody can discover it
    I never plan what I’m going to write because I believe in improvisation in poetry
    I love cloudy skies but not the rain because it makes me feel miserable

    I love to be in love but I also love to be loved and adored
    Solitude and books are my best companions, indeed the only ones
    I adore art in all its forms, music, literature and art
    Sometimes I prefer to write in a direct way and simple style without labyrinths of metaphors

    Crying to death is a way to express myself when I’m suffering unbearably
    And when I don’t feel understood and seen by the other creatures of this planet or when memories come to visit me
    After all, we suffer mainly because of indifference or tainted interactions with other entities or because of something we don’t want to remember

    I feel like an alien creature not belonging to standard society and as an introvert it’s very difficult being part of this messed ocean where I never felt comfortable. So bizarre and odd I’m in the other’s sight that I cannot blend with them.
    Therefore, I dwell in my loneliness where I have built my castle of dreams.
    Elisabetta

  • Haunting Nightmares

    Haunting Nightmares

    Haunting nightmares unfolded in the stillness of midnight,
    Shadows drifted with restless purpose.
    Fear seeped into dreams, creating unseen pathways,
    Where the air had been murky with memories of old anxieties.

    Tree branches, hollowed and distant, moved through the darkness,
    Piercing the quiet with an unspoken dread.
    Forgotten fears etched their presence,
    Onto the silent canvas of the night.

    Sleep and wakefulness merged,
    Each breath was a thread woven into the dark.
    In those spaces where time seemed to dissolve,
    Terror took shape and form.

    Fragments of the past whispered and blended into the vast night,
    The imagination drifts away, caught in its own creations.
    The darkness expanded, swallowing every dream,
    Until dawn’s light broke the spell.

    Even when the day returned,
    The echoes of the night persisted,
    Shades lingering as reminders of the fragile boundary between reality,
    And the infinite realms conjured in darkness.

    Whenever the chill of night’s grip indulged,
    A spectral fragment of fear remained unseen.
    Wisdom clashed with madness that clung to the edges of unconsciousness,
    A silent relic of the night’s dominion.

    Stars shimmered faintly, barely gleaming through the abyss,
    Their light was a distant hope that was often lost within the gloom.
    The silent rustling of leaves became a cryptic hymn,
    Murmuring secrets to those who dared to lose themselves in the emptiness.

    Sinister memories fastened in the labyrinths of thought,
    Each was a trace, a reminder of paths once taken but now forgotten.
    The weight of invisible realms pressed upon each soul,
    Drawing forth shadows from the recesses of the minds.

    Whispers of the wind carried the scent of forgotten sorrows,
    A frozen stroke that traced the spine with its icy fingers.
    In the secrets of the night, woven with threads of fear and dismay,
    The hearts beat louder, like blasts against the silence.

    Haunting nightmares encroached as the darkness reluctantly withdrew,
    Leaving behind specs of their ethereal presence,
    Suspended in the fading shadows.
    Vivid horrors receded to the fringes of memory,
    Yet their impact endured, a reminder of the night’s grip.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • In The Metaphysical Realm Of Words

    In The Metaphysical Realm Of Words

    In the metaphysical realm of words
    Where beauty resides
    My untamed heart with passion abides
    Free verses fly guided by pure and bright emotions

    Words caress my soul
    Like gentle raindrops falling on the ground
    With whispers soft and profound
    Waves of dreams and desires unveil truths and ignite poetic fires

    In the depths of darkness, there is the light
    And eloquence paints the starry night
    Rhymes dance like fireflies in the sky
    Illuminating hearts as they depart towards desire, where all pain ends

    Through the pen, a silent voice expresses the voiceless
    Unveiling the unseen, the forgotten, and the timeless with empathy
    Poems, like melodies, linger in the air
    A symphony of emotions beyond compare

    The capture of moments, fleeting and divine
    Transcending time in each rhythmic line
    Might and grace trap words that are a relief in a world full of strife
    Through verses, reality heals and mends

    In the metaphysical realm of words
    Where thoughts and dreams are ethereal
    I wander through the cosmic maze
    Seeking truths in mysterious ways

    I delve into the depths of the mind
    Where consciousness and spirit bind
    Exploring realms beyond the seen
    Where reality and fantasy convene

    In the metaphysical realm of words, time loses its hold
    As I journey through stories untold
    The boundaries of existence blur
    As I traverse the metaphysical stir

    Visions of alternate dimensions unfold
    As my perception begins to behold
    The interconnectedness of all that is
    In this cosmic prom, where everything lives

    I ponder the nature of reality
    As I unravel the threads of discrepancies
    Seeking the essence that lies within the concealed and unknown
    In the depths of this metaphysical spin

    In the metaphysical realm of words, where thoughts dissolve in the aether
    I embrace the mysteries, day and night
    For in the metaphysical’s embrace
    I find solace, wonder, and endless grace

    So I let myself wander through the darkness and emptiness
    Exploring the depths of the invisible
    Unveiling the secrets that the universe holds
    Mysteries disguised in remembrances are forever kept in a treasure chest.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Shadows Of Memories

    Shadows Of Memories

    Shadows of memories
    They are made and forgotten
    There is a thought I lost time ago
    Who cares about the time?
    I am walking alone on the way to my intentions
    Things do seem fine and picturesque
    A lifetime was then lost
    The world wants to regress
    Life would be extraordinary without vanity

    Shadows of memories unfold
    Like purple-tainted screams
    While the eyes are still flying
    Behind the illusion to exist
    Just as I once had said
    The presence is no longer desirable
    If my true vision could see
    The sea seemed to be in bloom
    A new life comes once more

    Shadows of memories
    While the world is lost on Earth
    Being destined to doom
    A unique moment comes when old mysteries are learned
    And an hour becomes too long
    Time is the beauty of a life’s mission
    In my mind dwells a calm night shadow
    Dressing in love’s desire

    Shadows of memories are lost
    Time keeps ticking pleasantly
    Instant grief is left forgotten in the abyss of oblivion
    I am sleepless, and I feel unseen
    Only a dream and sorrow are discovered in my treasure chest
    Since the same frolic is always played
    It is rare to be happy to care when life is quite sad
    And respect and love will only thrive on being authentic
    In ways far gone, trust should never have been destroyed

    Shadows of memories remain
    No life should be taken for granted
    Dreams and thoughts wander together
    Spring came into my space
    My slumber is a place of joy and regret
    A mirage of infinity
    The stars of memories are fading high
    The soul is nothing but a breath and an illusion
    In the sunshine and rain, the happiness is all gone

    Shadows of memories in my mind
    Trying to live till they start to fade
    I write a lot of words that I want to release
    But nothing was forgotten in my senses
    When I found out my heart
    Home is in the sky
    Occasionally, roses play with stars
    Everything is peaceful
    Waiting for whatever might happen tomorrow.
    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

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