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Faith is seeing light with your heart when all your eyes see is darkness.
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In a big, dark and cold temple she is
hunting for a secret King.
A hypnotic kind of magic in his atmosphere
and his eyes met hers.
She owned him and the air around
them stood still.
A hidden clandestine love of her life.
In love with his metaphorical history
and a desire to solve his intelligence.
Entwined by a spitting cobra she blinded him
with her beauty.
He was tempted and swollowed her soul.
He printed fragmented words into her heart.
She spoke into the flames of the King in a
She is descended from a decoded puzzle.
Petals broken as dust from a shadow lost in a
A perception uncovered his being unleashed
her heart and soul.
Forest of her mind temptations.
A key to interpret the depth within her sorrow
beneath her alluring silhouette.
A tragic reincarnated broken temptress,
and her tears blew with the silent wind and
scratched into stone…
Like a mountain in a lotus land known
by witches and trolls she is a language of
Wild enough, but invisible like a ghost town
hidden by a veil of clouds.
A nightshade of her mind,
have passing the glorious sun.
A lonely soul that wander to the depth
of the lake and the Evil embraced her spirit.
She gave life to a butterfly in the cage of hell
her frozen black rose from an archangel
cracked inside her crystal shadow.
So much bloodshed.
So many deaths.
Been never a magical love story,
no happy ending, no magic spells or
She is just a craft on crumpled manuscript
thrown away by the Dead Prince of
You never could handle the Black pearl from
When my petals cry, they hit like bullets.
-From a nordic author and artist:
Beautiful & battered
– breaks through the chains-
From the north a butterfly in
winter land under the
Polar star in the elongated small country
If you listen carefully you can hear
her wing stroke rises from a descending black
star from a nightmare visions
flash down below the abyss…
breaks through the chains from a cage of
another day healing subconsciously
a picture of pain.
Bleeding memories and a battered
but beautiful as the midnight sun…
strong as the Northern Lights dances on the
black canvas of the sky, she colors her soul’s
landscape of a
ruin to an architectural masterpiece.
(This is an acrostic poem)
~F R A G I L E~
F ear through glistening stars playing hide & seek in the darkness
R oars deep within her soul a thunderous deal of the devil’s rage
A ngels fighting inside her pounding heartbeats with the mystique from the broken dreams
G hostly they whirled around to find peace in a wrecked country girl
I mmersed with purple velvet in a coffin of crystal tears from a fallen warrior
L ying in the shade of her rose thorns of demons
E motions running wild in her veins like dark arrows pierced her mind.
I have a trumpet in my black pastel heart
a symphony in my chest
a melody of the colors of the rainbow flows
in my veins as creates a bridge to his soul
I fell in love with an aquarius under the
upon the mountain high
you gave me a summer kiss
your shimmering verses from your trembled
lips in the line with the shades of color of
heaven as an amethyst makes
waves of euphoria flowing over all
the pores of my body.
Your eyes danced solasta bright when
I took my feathers out from my long hair
to play it on your skin.
Your laughter tickled my heart strings and
you whispered to my Angels wings
«we are condemned to act in portrays of the
crystalline from ours cards of future»
My destiny from Cupid`s arrow is
written into my history of black pastel love.
Your spirit is a last fragrance from
your touch on my cheek
darkness is crying out
you gasping for air
see into the depth of my soul
feel into the depth of my heart
sink into the depth of my eyes
unfulfilled dreams can’t be my
ashes from my rose petals
after my death
shades from a panther in the shadows
painting the weakest chain in a cloud
starless night and a path in the forest
black pearls dripping down from heaven
the perfect touch from Angels above
with love and prayers
my fragile heart can’t bear this
life on earth anymore..therefore
I write love letters to the dead…
– Behind a mask-
Behind a mask, someone is hiding
my door was opened to my safe place
now it became my prison
I cried – no one saw my tears
I screamed in disgust – no one has ever
a little girl’s fragility gets crushed by the crime
caught in the curse of the mask
trapped in a body that slowly have died
she buried herself in pain
so as not to feel what she saw
a empty shell with a color of black
behind a mask an unwritten diary
beneath rolling waves
a sea of guilt
bound with chains and trapped in mystery
every minute passed and I felt the hell that
even darkness feared .
-Kissing the sky-
words ran out of his masculine mouth like a
river of stones
«Kissing the sky»
I could feel the changes of the breeze from
falling sparkling stars from our solar system
in this night of symphony
tears in heaven writing through the trees
I read the signs from you
it’s feels like I’m dreaming
I can still feel your warmth from your body
when you dying in my arms
and your Venus lost her mind…
I cry…I scream…
I fight every heart string within not to feel
…they said it will be ok…
I scream louder things I shouldn’t have done…
but, have you ever been so shattered,
feels like nobody is listening….
«Kissing the sky» the wind blows in my ear…
The pain.. I’m losing control..
my heart is devastated
my soul is splintred
I’m lost without you
back to war zone..
wishing I could push a button and my life
a revolution in my thoughts
you was my diamond
I am at the bottom now
laying on the ground with your picture in my
where the midnight and my sadness meet
rewinding our lives
no memories can get you back…
don’t cover my scars
let them bleed
it feels like I’m dreaming
watching a bird in flight to my
burning flame of pain inside
you are coming to take me home
we are kissing the sky
in a darkened road
where no Angels dare to go…
New Year and my skeleton rattle of
memories of withered days
lies like an evil smoke in the air
headlines from the miserable color-spattering
paint strokes in the dark
I throw away an old treasure map from my
ruined soul on the ocean
a cold winter night that casts a veil over me of
I howl against the moon and
wave to nature’s queen between the stars
a dark room in my heart with fear of another
new and strange year
the old I wipe out from the canvas of life
a collection of thoughts from my dead eyes and
my scars of madness in my wounds of running
from the unknown
You spoke to me in poetry
tangle me in your rhyme
you danced with me in my darkness of sorrow
and wake me up inside
my broken heart heal
and this year you can’t burn someone who is
made of fire…
I reach for your hand
I inhale your memory because when I exhale
your ghost beneath the lilac skies and where
the cold winds blows as they strip you away…
it is time to watch what happens when bravery
lights the way
unlike storms left undspoken
-I have stared into the abyss
and it has stared back into me
I have lived there-in hell…
I will rewrite the ending to start over on the