I want to be like the sea
I want to be like the wind
I want to be like the leaves floating free in the mist
I want to fly away into a dream.
Elisabetta
Tag: wind
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I Want To Be Like The Sea
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Among Shadows And Monsters
Among shadows and monsters, I was left to hover
Merciless was the despair inside my broken heart, since misery ruled my life, condemning me to wander endlessly. I was left to merciless ghouls haunting me like wicked demons; all of them reminded me of the past I’ve forever tried to flee.Time twisted around me like a serpent, devouring every trace of the glow of a dream, while I wandered among whispers and sighs of all those aborted dreams of mine that I couldn’t save anymore. It felt as though I were seeing my decay with my eyes and I couldn’t find any redemption or rescue from my fate.
I was adrift in a sinking boat during a winter night storm, all alone facing death. Nobody would ever give attention to my defeat but only me. In the quiet void, my voice was lost like a resentful wind howling without being heard. And in that very moment, I realised and accepted my loneliness and my doomed fate.
My solitude and misery became my companions while an infernal stupor obsessed my mind, leading me to folly through its betrayal. I sat on my throne of darkness and became queen of the kingdom of shadows and black roses. I was no longer afraid of ghouls and monsters because I had come to be a creature of the night.
In the abyss of anguish, I ruled over my fears and obsessions. My madness became my loyal reflection. All my fragilities and insecurities morphed into mirrors, thorns and candlesticks. Although I was among shadows and monsters, my fears no longer possessed me; instead, they carved arcane signs on my skin from which I bled.
I discovered delight in my pains and built my castle from disdain. In magnificence and death, I married oblivion and I erased my name from the book of living souls. The stillness of eternity waited for me and I vanished into the aether. I was in the shadows and in the wind, in clouds and stars. I was an ephemeral gloom and a fleeting shadow, a transfiguration.
Elisabetta -
Weeping My Heart Out
Weeping my heart out in the abyss of the night
While dark shadows embrace me beneath the pale moonlight made of cold sorrows
Teardrops carve my name, descending like rivers of woe
I drown in the ocean of nightmares and deathThe stars have ceased to weep, after staring at the moon’s indifference
And the wind whispers all my beloved secrets
Singing the anguish that I keep in my treasure chest
In my garden of grief where midnight roseWeeping my heart out in the stillness of a silent night
When silence and sorrow prom together
Echoing through the hollow halls of my soul
And leaving imprints of longing and griefThe dawn doesn’t dare to graze my tear-stained face
Because I belong to the clasp of perpetual twilight
I’m my weakness and chaos of catastrophe
Being myself the most intemperate tragedyI’m darkness and night
I’m an ethereal creature of the eternal darkness
An extravagant flower glowing in the gloomy wilderness
I love to disappear in the most remote places of my imaginationWeeping my heart out, I find myself in a meadow of deception
Where I cannot discern anymore what is real from what is delusion
Hence, I surrender to the uncertainty of my overwhelming fate
Unaware of my future demiseI want to avoid thinking, for I live solely through my passions
In a frenzy of madness and lust, I become a new creature
An ephemeral ghost bound to a doomed destiny
Floating between ecstasy and oblivionI take delight in dancing with the spectres of my forsaken desires
Their strokes ignite flames upon my pale skin
The night sky swallows the forbidden nectar of my tears
While I vanish into the chasm of my own longingsNo sunrise will encounter me and no dusk will mourn me
For I belong to the stillness of the midnight’s embrace
As I become a shadow lost in the labyrinth of time
A withering shade, devoured by the void within me.
Elisabetta -
The Eternal Night
The eternal night within myself was sombre and mysterious,
Like an obscure, vast, nocturnal ocean welcoming the starless night sky,
A dark sky diving down into the sea depths.Obsessive was the wind hissing ominously against me,
And in the same time, pushing me inside that frightening water realm,
Where I was very driven to jump and disappear forever.Alone and lonely, I remained on the brink of the precipice,
From where I heard a captivating spell of death and delight,
Forgetting about every endeavour to endure a ruthless existence.I became the night, and the darkness pierced me like a sharp, poisoned arrow,
Ready to be destroyed like a fragile crystal flower,
With the awareness that I would become a part of the infinite void.And an absolute silence lit the memories within myself,
Condemning me to relive my past,
A realm I’ve always sought to escape.The void opened its maw, revealing itself a chasm of legends and glooms,
Summoning me with its enchanting spell, recalling all I had lost,
A dirge was sung by several faceless mirrors of sorrow and despair.Each remembrance burned like a fading flame,
Illuminating instants that I dared not revisit,
Although they lived like unbidden guests inside the darkness of my soul.I strived to stay away from that endless obscurity,
Trembling as soon as its cold grasp reached and touched me,
Provoking disturbing sensations and visions within me as fragments of life shattered into countless pieces.The waves below surged like spectral wraiths,
Touching, pulling, claiming me as their own belonging,
Promising delight and mirth in the depths of nothingness.I lingered suspended in that ethereal dwelling between life and death,
Between the yearning to vanish,
And the curse of perpetual souvenirs.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
Entropy Dreams
Entropy dreams,
Fragments of utopia scatter in the emptiness,
In a whirlwind of forsaken dreams,
Silent screams come to be louder,
In the void, nothing is what it seems.Stars weep, their light fading fast,
Time disintegrates, a mere illusion,
The cosmos laughs, a cosmic jest,
Existence crumbles in confusion.Shadows swirl with unseen chains,
Life’s meaning slips through broken mirrors,
In the chaos, only doom remains,
A bitter taste of despair lingers.Ethereal entities move with severed ropes,
Controlled by unscrupulous needles,
A spectacular show of futile things,
A game of illusions and cruel wills.Stars search for new realms in endless nights,
Ghouls beat to rhythms of despair,
Wandering flames grasp at straws of fleeting light,
Before dissolving in the nothingness.An embrace of the void, deprived of hope,
Chaos, a precious place of the final phase,
In the end, there is only the abyss of solitude and annihilation,
Entropy dreams, like a cold and relentless embrace.Slowly, the wind moves every delight away,
Dizziness and anguish like heavy rain,
During long nights of dismal nightmares,
Visions of death and tears.Blood drops on the stones of ancient times,
Like red roses blossoming in thorns,
An invisible dungeon without escape,
Buried alive dreams.At the ends of the universe, forgotten and forlorn,
Fates and fortunes entwine in macabre proms,
Legends of chaos, haunting mournings,
Lost in the labyrinths of chance and oddity.Thoughts unravel, threads of wisdom fray,
Spectres of expectancy drift away in the abyss,
Beneath the stars’ apathetic glance,
Entropy dreams surrender to the darkness.Void’s clasp, cruel and relentless,
A garden of despair and sorrow,
While every memory is a faint reality,
As the darkness devours the light.Tangled in the web of destiny,
Time ticks to the rhythm of decay,
In the end, it was too late, too late to reprieve,
Lost in the grasp of entropy and chaos.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
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 -
A Life Hanging By A Thread
A life hanging by a thread with no past or future,
When shadows faded and time was erased,
There was only a single thread,
Thin like the whisper of a ghost.The walls, once festive with tales untold,
Now stood in silence, stark and cold.
The echoes of a life no more,
Had faded to a tale sold.The thread, a spectral strand so thin,
Had dangled from the ceiling’s rim.
Its gossamer shimmer, pale and dim,
Had captured life’s last, trembling whim.Each corner of that haunted space
Had held a shadow’s dark embrace.
Old portraits watched with a mournful face,
As time had slowed its frenzied pace.The thread, in quiet desperation,
Had struggled with its own vibration.
It quivered with a deep frustration,
A symbol of a lost vocation.The wind, a cold and distant sigh,
Had tugged at the thread that hung so high.
It whispered of a life awry,
And dreams that flitted by the sky.With every gust, the thread would sway,
As if to lead some soul astray.
A life once vivid and bright, each day,
Had dulled to grey and drifted away.In that forsaken, dim-lit chamber,
Where silence spoke in spectral gloom,
The thread had drawn its final loom,
And sealed a fate of darkened doom.The moment came, the thread had snapped,
A life once held was gently trapped.
In shadows deep, it had been wrapped,
And faded to a void, unapt.In the end, the thread had ceased,
And with it, all that had once increased.
A life had hung, its tension released,
And drifted to the past, now peacefully deceased.The air grew thick with faint whispers,
Of lives once lived, now lost, so plaint.
The final breath had left its taint,
And shadows mourned the thread’s restraint.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
The Haunting Of The Forgotten Realm
The haunting of the forgotten realm,
Where time became eternal,
And dreams descended the haunted hill,
While echoes of a past bereft moved through the shadows left.An ancient castle, old and worn,
With ivy-clad and weather-torn,
Stood silent underneath the moon’s cold eye,
Where spectres of old tales sighed.Its walls were a shimmering expanse,
Holding memories that faded away,
Yet, lingered in the midnight air,
A haunting whisper of despair.The wind howled through shattered glasses,
Carried tales of those who passed away,
Unseen by mortal eyes that wept,
And into restless slumber crept.For in that realm, so lost in space and time,
Where darkness wove its silent rhyme,
The spirits of the past convened,
In shadows deep and ever keen.Their mournful cries were but a silent breeze,
A chilling touch of ancient death,
That haunted the hallways and chambers,
Where time and shadow intertwined and loomed.No mortal touch could ease the pain,
Nor light dispel the sombre chain,
Had been that place so dark and cold,
The ghosts of yesteryears unfolded.Their voices echoed through the night,
Among spectral dances and phantom flights,
A tale of sorrow, loss and grim,
Of lives undone and spirits dim.And those who wandered through the gloom,
They might have found themselves within the crypt of forsaken dreams,
Where whispers echoed, and shadows schemed,
Lost in a realm where nothing was as it seemed.In that forsaken and haunted land,
Where time and darkness went side by side,
The ghosts of the past and fears combined,
In a kingdom where shadows interlaced.Moved through the overwhelming darkness,
Their shapes, like whispers, drifted by,
Each step a ghostly echo of the past,
In a realm where memories never died.They wove through the darkness with silent grace,
Leaving traces of their haunted embrace,
In a stillness where time seemed to sigh.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
The Wind Of Reality
The wind of reality scorched the sky like a blazing flame,
While the clouds wept teardrops of fear,
Everything sat still like a gelid stone, bewildered by anguish.Fragments of shame and sorrow filled the garden of phoney flowers,
Falling like leaves under a tormented wind,
Faraway from longings and desires.Solitude and despair fed the abyss of nightmares and phobias,
Once again, the rulers of the realm of turpitude,
In the midst of noisy battles of darkness and light.The wind of reality turned every dream to dust,
Creating gloomy and frightening ghosts of regrets,
Fleeting through the dusky sky on the darkest nights.A soft doom stroked the branches of the tree of knowledge and obliviousness,
Striving to discover secrets and forsaken truths,
In the ethereal world of hidden mirrors and broken vows.The blooming flames of illusion enlighted the infinite void,
With their blazing glares tinging the stars with a touch of ethereal madness,
Amidst the cosmic chaos, a mosaic of fleeting dreams shimmered.Whispers of forgotten memories permeated the silent chambers of time,
Haunting the shadows lost in the labyrinth of anguish,
While reality and illusion merged into a single entity, where lay masqueraded as truths.The turmoil of frail specks of hope swirling free in the realm of dreams captivated every ashe of despair,
Guiding weary thoughts towards the dawn of obliteration,
And desolation loomed, engulfing every glimmer of hope in its icy grasp.Beneath the shroud of darkness, sparks of sadness illuminated the night,
As the wind of reality continued its relentless quest in the unknown,
In the garden of nightmares lay the remnants of dreams, crushed by the weight of despair.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
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 itThe 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 fearIn 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 embraceThe 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