The mask of flame

My own art @orkidedatter_artist

A closed world and betrayed by all.

I`m cold and freezing, no one to hold me.

I lose my mind, accustomed to the concept of

being sad.

They took my body, slayed my joy of life.

Masks of dark shadows in the night, beckon in

the moonlight.

A mind molestad by malicious madness,

tearing me apart.

My deathly demise seems to be my embrace to

a better place.

The wolf`s heart trembles in misunderstood


The wings of the unknown demon strike me on

the cheek,

down my jaws to my spine and pain burned

like a hidden

love in disguise.

The mask of flame hunts me in the darkest

night, a ghost from

my past is back.

My heart is silent.

A beautiful silence in the middle of a black


A bloody fist, a broken mirror, my shadow is


Peripheral view moved along us, made to be


Bats piercing my mind with toxit tears and


I have no chance, everything is fake, cold and a

empty coffin

with human body dust.

My first breathe in this world and I was already


I am not a soul that is on a dead or alive


I am invisible and not worthy to breathe.

When the mask of flames ignite again….



It’s time to sparkle…

Poem poetry dikt artist Norwegian artist dark soul Christmas darksoul poetry feelings mylife childhood memories Art: my own @orkidedatter

It’s time to sparkle….

She felt the Christmas spirit was buried deep

within her flesh and bones

a moment before dark a blacbird whistling

from the navy blue sky in the snowfall

across the moonstream and shade to shade

she walk like a princes of sorrow in these cold


her love is an icy touch on your ruin of a

silhouette shadow

death roams all around her black Christmas

fire deep inside her darkness

a silent night before Christmas

no one can hear her screams in jarring tones

behold a glimmer in the black dreams of

crushed Christmas holiday

ghosts of Christmas past throw back

memories from when she covered her eyes and


she has always scent the smell of hell

she have no heart for joy

a dark girl never smile

no luck are written in the stars of destiny

when the frozen moonbeams chases her

missing pieces through the dark

too often she was afraid of what lurks behind

the wall pretending to be light

a sound of tears a moment after the fear of

the sound of crushed glass behind the shadow

of her soul

watching the night upon the forest

the dead souls taking flight from

a cementery grave when she close her eyes

frozen tears falling down her cheeks

her kiss is like the wind so cold on your lips

she can feel herself falling

now she is crawling by the snowflakes that

glittering like emeralds around her

cadence of her last breath

a silent night before christmas

while the night still hides her withered heart….


Tears from the wolf’s eyes

Poem poems poetry darksoul darksoulpoetry self love life author writer Norway dikter Norge forfatter lyrikk wolfpoetry ulvedikt ulv wolf writer words sad hurt feelings

My world burned to ashes and my days are


You turned on your charm, I Just wanting to


This morning has broken and

my mind collides with every failed attempt to

comfort my own heartbeats

Counting rocks on the bottom of my soul

through narrow neverending hallways

I’m knocked back inside my old track

It brings tears from the wolf’s eyes

when you thought I was a princess from the

fairy tales

I was the most wanted girl in town writing on a

new chapter in my book

I am one big wave, you can’t handle

I am the wings of the wind, you can’t catch

I am the great mystery, you can’t solve

I am a lonely wolf

a gentle harp is playing to my fragile heart and

blue river soul

it brings tears from the wolf’s eyes

A kissing flame from a lonely eagle flying

above me and we fly wild together

The sky’s symphony of spirits dancing in

northern lights and shadows from the wolves

blow my emerald kiss to the lost moon

dreaming in the darkness

and I am one of the heirs of the night when the

earth’s breath meets the sunrise in the ocean

behind the songs of the wolves in the dreams of

ancient voices from white buffalo in the world

of circles of life and legends rhythm from the

woods trumps my sweet lullaby

and I listen to the echoes from a friend

the voice of the death

there is an angel hanging from a tree in the



-That girl-

That girl show her burned and

massacred wounds

she yearn for souls with depths

deeper than world ocean`s 

blue and dark souls who have

seen the furies in perdition 

that girl rip off chains of this

mental cage however beaten

always a soul of the miserable

intertwined with the lost ones

a desire to fight 


soul singing

spirit rising

phoenix within catches her legacy

finally find home

solicitations to be your gravyard

please, bury her skeleton with conscience

after your demons have eaten her soul out

and you raise that girl spirit

to yours dark heart

of a dead soul in a permanent pain.


Unwritten destiny.

Inferno in her heart

her sacred black rose

of darkness are being colder

inhaling the scent of her essence

under the moon of shaken sadness

she is dancing with her archangel

our bodies getting drunched in

Angels tears from heaven

make her scream your name

in vain across your black eyes

penetrate her soul

her pain are the echoes of dust

you can hear rattle within

with a wolf heart she has been

thrown out to the pack

fighting for life unwritten destiny

in her chapter of love

the unspoken voice in the soulless

wind changing her shadow

her spirit of the darkened path

perhaps she will return leading

the pack…


Cage of defeat

She is chained with barbed wire

in a cage and it will be the

death of her

in an endless emptiness

is an old friend

the sweet grief

she is a mess and her misery

have no end

she is not bulletproof

bending like a broken rose

with thorns stretching up the

sky full of stars

she climbs up to experience endless

heavenly view

a magical mystery ride on her

favorite star

when the world is beating her down

in the cage of defeat.


Wrecked soul

she feels like a ghost inside

yet sparkling eyes shining

as the rays of the midnight sun

that descend behind the mountain

she cries drops of glass that are crushed in

the ocean somewhere

where the waves roll up towards the beach

she looks at the horizon where clouds turn

into stars

an indescribable longing for an

indescribable memory for

an indescribable heartbeat

like a black rose that will never unfold

their rose petals

as a swan she bends her head in relentless


You don’t dare to touch her wrecked soul.



The girl in the broken mirror.

She looks in the mirror.

She is lost, cold and sad.

She has stepped footsteps in the snow, they

have disappeared.

Melted away with the sun.

Will never return.

It has taken a long time to open up old


Scar as she must learn to live with.

She crushes the mirror, the blood flows

from her hand.

It hurts, but not as bad as her pain within.

She will be whole again and.

She is scared, alone and miserable.

She’s a mess.

She picks pieces ofherself up bit for bit

again after being crushed.

Thinking back on her past.

A child, a little girl, one childhood.

She was good at being a nice girl.

She was good at making herself invisible.

She was good at different survival


She was good at protecting herself.

She was good at many things that children

should never be good at.

The flashbacks stand in line in her mind as

a horror movie you will never watch.

She try to take care of her mind and heart.

It hurts so much.

It never goes away.

A  twisted mind that made her so


She lost her grip.

Her childhood lay over her like a black


She didn’t want to live.

She didn’t want to die.

Because she knows that death gives no

return ticket to life.

She wants to disappear a little and come

back when everything was fine.

She has a mental pain that is always

associated with thoughts and feelings.

A heart full of grief because it is shattered

over the years

and evokes anxiety that is looking after

escape places

in nooks inside her body where she can’t

grasp it and

the anxiety can sprout and grow in line

with dark thoughts.

She often feels trapped.

As in a spider web spinning around her

body and squeezing,

and she can`t  breathe.

She stopped living.

She did not give herself her own freedom.

She lives in the shadow of herself.

She deceives herself and says it will be

good again.

It won’t be good again until she grabs


There is no one who can walk this heavy

road for her.

Only she can.

No shortcut.

It hurts to acknowledge that she needs


She has several things in life to live for,

they deserve her healthy and the best

version of her.

When she was at her darkest spot in the

abyss where she had to make

a choice,  to heal herself and be

whole again she started

writing, painting and drawing.

She started blogging to reach out to others

with the same pain.

If she could just reach another person with

her voice and tell

them that you are not alone.

It warmed her heart.

She felt a spark within again.

Then she sought help, and it is not a shame

to apply for this.

After hours and hours she was talking out

about her many of hers trauma,

her soul began to flourish again.

She again found  the artist soul in her.

Starting with blank sheets is not easy.

She had to close a chapter in her book

about her life

that was challenging to accomplish.

There are no more chapters in the past,

it is over now.

Only then, the joy in her heart began to


She accepts the painful reality she

experienced in

all her childhood over years.

She fades the painful, sad and hurting

memories and

fills up with good memories and new colors

in her life.

What she still practices a lot is how to not

bully herself,

because she became a expert on that and

talk herself down, because over years she

was never good enough.

The process is tough,  but she doesn’t want

to see

the shadows of the past again.

She has started gluing pieces together.

Pieces of her broken heart.

Pieces of a soul in grief.

Many and big scars with a life lesson she

shouldn’t have had,

but eventually no open wounds.

There will always be cracks in what is

crushed and

glued together, she cannot hide it.

She tries to paint over with her paintbrush

so it should not

be visible on the outside.

She interprets herself as a fragile butterfly,

because they mean something special to


Step by step, as a butterfly grows and


she hopes to find her true colors in life.

A new meaning.

She is fragile and vulnerable, but has

become braver and wants to fly.

She has been happy again and soon, only

soon can she be on the right path in life.

She has started to color her white wings

and started flying a little.

It is only her mind that can grab itself from

the abyss with some help and be good


Never gives up.

A dandelion child.

Time does not heal all wounds, but she can

learn to live with the scars.

There is a glimpse of hope in the broken