Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: whimsical

  • Haunting Dreams

    Haunting Dreams

    Haunting dreams devoured my mind during my tormented nights
    When the wind didn’t pass through my hair
    And the only sound I could hear was the whisper of the black roses entwined with my hair
    My gaze was staring at the moonless night sky
    Hoping for some star to appear before me
    But I was alone while wandering in the dark forest of my nightmares
    Where no creature or spirit emerged in the thick mist of darkness

    As soon as the moon arose from behind dark clouds
    Its pale glimmer stroked my face like petals of roses
    I felt the shadows surround me while dancing like phantoms
    They touched my gown with their icy claws
    The tragedy of my existence manifested into a dark fantasy
    Decadence became my castle of gloomy phantasmagoria
    Desolation became my alcove where I felt dearly cherished

    I fell in love with my hallucinations
    Trembling with lust and desire despite their gloomy embrace
    Every trace of wisdom had parted from me
    I had drunk from the goblet of insanity and amnesia
    I was finally a creature of the realm of haunting dreams
    Protected in my eternal slumber, I felt secure
    The infinity belonged to me and I was destined to never perish

    Whimsical was my mood and mutable like the wind in the springtime
    Fear didn’t belong to me anymore because I was a part of this macabre kingdom of chimaeras
    Not even my name dared to echo in that sacred silence
    I now dwelled as a requiem in the ravine of eternity
    I was cradled by gloominess and crowned by illusion
    I was no longer alive in my haunting dreams
    A bloom in oblivion and a ghost in the grave of forgotten stars
    Eclipsed by my own dark fantasies, I vanished into the hymn of endless dusk.
    Elisabetta

  • Blooming Desires

    Blooming Desires

    Blooming desires blossom everywhere around me
    The stars in the sky above me are shining brightly
    My pure heart undiscloses all the secrets and beauty
    Blissful passions burn my heart like glowing torches

    I became a flower in my own garden of fantasies
    I rule my own realm of dreams and utopias
    And a sweet melody cast the spell over me
    Like a hypnotizing hymn of joy and delight

    I feel no poundage of fear and anguish anymore
    I fly free like a wild bird of paradise
    Touching the clouds and stars with my colourful wings
    I say goodbye to the old version of myself broken and deceived

    I smile and cry at the same time
    Repeating all the verses of my poetry to walls and trees
    Declaring my love for the sublime and beauty
    Promising to never break again my sacred oath of loyalty to the art of poetry

    I try to reach out to my inner blooming desires
    Quietly embracing my true self for the very first time
    Although it seems like I have lost my resilience
    I find refuge in my fairytale world where I’m a forever princess

    I never let social norms and prejudices shape my life or my essence
    I stand up for my liberty and independence in thinking and living
    Because life is just a short and crazy journey in this odd universe
    Where the absurdities are countless but still oddly enlightening

    I decided to embrace my inner turmoil and chaos
    To become a fantastic oddity rejecting every conformity
    Even though oftentimes it makes me fall into oblivion
    My blooming desires guide me along my path of madness and decay

    I’m a whimsical creature of my own dreams
    I’m a surreal and mystical fairy flying around her bizarre flowers
    Lost in the labyrinth of my absurd imagination
    Where reality ceases to exist and fantasy is the only truth I hold dear inside my heart
    And I dance to the rhythm of my blooming desires and untamed spirit.
    Elisabetta

  • Awaken By Nightmares

    Awaken By Nightmares

    Awaken by nightmares at nightfall
    I surrender to the sense of my fragility and languor
    Condemned to wander perpetually in the forest of darkness
    With no clear direction to follow

    Stroked by the gelid indifference of humankind
    I am lured to the realm of my dreams and delusions
    To avoid facing reality and shun all conformism that brings me down
    Choosing to stop hiding my emotions and let them flow like a winter rainfall

    I decided to live on chimaeras and desires
    Being determined that there is no impossibility
    But everything is possible and feasible
    As long as I belong to the world of dreams

    Awaken by nightmares amid the night
    My will leaves me and I become a paradox and absurdity
    Because madness and folly strive to entangle me in their labyrinth with no escapes
    Where I am bound to the whims of my fancies

    I dissolve into the ethereal and I see that all my visions and dreams are real
    And now the world where I live is magnificent and exquisite
    I don’t feel pain, nor anguish, nor fear
    Everything is beautiful and nonsense as it must be

    When we greet and wish each other Good Morning or Good Evening
    What do we really wish for?
    Do we mean to continue our day as regular and similar to the previous one?
    Or do we aim for something more spectacular and extravagant?

    Most of the people live like monads
    Always connected but disconnected and indifferent
    Always connected but lonely and sad
    They say, “Dress to impress,” but I would rather confirm that people wear masks just to avoid being themselves and exposing their flaws

    Do we keep ourselves alive just to survive or to live?
    I never understood the humankind mindset
    It could be I’m not from this world but from another realm
    Impressive would be to see humans show and manifest their real emotions and impulses
    After all, we should all be awakened by nightmares to live our dreams.
    Elisabetta

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