Kategori: The Specter
With my art I love to make people feel good, it’s the best feeling. That is my soul purpose as an artist.
To make people feel alive for a moment, make them feel that the time stopped for a while, something special and a unique experience…
Happy Friday everyone, make you a beautiful weekend, you deserve it❤️
-Lily-
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Me…
A girl`s disastrous melody path…
I wake up this morning
raises my weary head
where am I?
my skirt for a pillow
the earth is my bed
I have become the devil’s temptation
on the run
I have no contact with the living
my mind speaks a language I don’t
understand
my heart is waste -a ghost town-
my soul scare myself to death
I keep on running
I’m cursed and born in sin
whose daughter I am?
I have no conscience
I don’t live for others or to
satisfied the world
I live to survive
I’ve seen to much death
and in my boots I have all I
need to protect myself
I don’t know love, but I have feelings
for my horse I can’t describe
-maybe it is love-
and don’t dare touch my horse before
I lay five foot deep
because me and him are dances on
empty wallets
flashing back to a life I never had
so I drown it out with leftovers
I find of old whiskey
who have I become?
I take my stallion back to the dusty
road of shades of tones of loneliness
this is my life
-grace of glory-
-Orkidedatter-
When you lose someone
Art and words are always mine…
Watching you go
– your hand in mine loses grip
– sliping away
it’s like no other pain
I’m lost without you
I can’t breath
I need you
I miss you
your spirit waving at me
your soul is the brightest I have ever seen
I hope your ghost will hunt me
and wipe away my tears
– hollow
– deep painful grief
my crying shadow is trying to hide
I will never stop sobbing
the memories burn me down to the ravine
stairs to heaven…….wrong side of nirvana…
a rope led down into the dark eternity
I can’t handle this anymore
I know I find you there…
You have an hourglass that you
received as a gift
there are the days that slowly
flow down,
and you can look back to the
Garden of Eden
where it began under the fig trees of life.
I’m sitting here alone, so puzzled
Because nobody knows so well what
that means to miss the one you love and
admire, maybe you must have experienced
this yourself to understand…
Because if tomorrow never comes…
-no one can cry all the tears for me-
I am lost –
did I in every way show him
how much
I love you.
Whatever the circumstances, always tell those you love that you love them …
life is fragile
-Orkidedatter-
In the glow of a winters frozen moon.
This poem was inspired by a line
«In the glow of a winters frozen moon»
from my good friend https://
blogofthewolfboy.com
and is Mathew who is the author behind this blog.
When I read that line.. my mind and brain went crazy. Words started to spin and squeeze into my writing arm and I just had to let the ink dance over the paper.
I am honored to call you my friend.
Thank you Mathew.
//
In the glow of a winters frozen moon
In the wilderness night she is trying to
create her own snow angel with hope
she can sparkle togheter with the snow
crystals in the moonlight
tears falls down her cheek finding
their own ways in her skin
unresolved
her sadness is the gateway to redemption
to know her sadness in silence
she is searching for something she can’t
reach
she is off the deep end
will she awaken the phoenix or
the demons in your soul
in the embers of broken hearts her life
is a shadow of ghosts in darkrising
and she will never shine anywhere
but in the moonlight
she whisper your name gazing at the moon
among with the rustling autumn brown
leavs from last year
vulnerable
in the glow of a winters frozen moon
you are the silhouette of her heart in
every painful moments
until their hearts touch she is just a vibe
you can’t find nowhere else.
-Orkidedatter-
My Black Stallion
When no one can save her
invisible heroes
she takes her Black Stallion with a name
after the dark, shines blue in
the sun’s rays
gallops into the sunset
freedom
maybe this time memories
fade into the ocean
dreams are so alive
day’s like a slow train ticking by
all she can hear is your
words haunting her
can’t get the melody out of her mind
she wonder if she is past the
point of rescue
often she hope her life is a fairytale
in a horror movie
she can’t close the door to her heart
she swears she never fall like this again.
-Orkidedatter-
Love
If I throw
away my fears
If I release my beauty inside
If I share everything about myself
If I open up and let you in to my
crying shadow
If I give you the key
to my secret chest deep
inside me
If I give you my last dance
with my soul
in the name of love
– who am I…
🦋
-Orkidedatter-
Norwegian force
(English text after the Norwegian text)
En strøm av følelser som
skyller igjennom hennes kropp.
Der blodet bruser igjennom hennes årer,
og hun kan føle den Norske urkraften tar
henne tilbake i en svunnen tid.
På fjellets topp hun strekker armene i
været og
kan føle alle de tapte sjeler som prøver
og finne hjem.
Hjerterytmen er som store trommer
som omgir hele naturens egen skjønnhet
med sterke rytmer.
Hennes hud kan sanse den
magiske kraften som
stiger opp bak
fjellene og blir i ett
med himmelen .
Hun har et bål i hjerte
som gnistrer av energi.
Hennes ånd føler seg fri
der den danser i nordlyset.
-Orkidedatter-
//
A stream of emotions
rinsing through her body.
Where the blood bubbled
through her veins,
and she can feel the
Norwegian force take
her back in a bygone era.
At the top of the mountain
she stretches her arms out
and can feel all the lost souls
who try to find home.
The heart rhythm is like
a large drum that surrounds
the whole of nature’s own beauty
with strong rhythms.
Her skin can sense the magic
power that rises up the hills
and stays in one with the sky.
She has a bonfire in her heart -like
sparkles of energy.
Her spirit feels the peace,
it dances in the
Northern Lights.
-Orkidedatter-
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