@orkidedatter

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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-I see with my heart-
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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-