A country girl’s New Year

Art artist poetry orkudedatter Norway poem New Year forfatter author norwegian author dark soul dark soul poetry Norway Art: my own @orkidedatter

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

ice crystals

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

inside…

Welcome 2020

-Orkidedatter-

She lights a candle…

English text after the Norwegian text.

Poem poetry artistic poet artist Norwegian artist author Norwegian author kunstner dikter Norway feelings høytid holidays darksoul følelser Art: always my own @orkidedatter

Dagen er kort og natta er lang i

landet i nord med sine snødekte fjell og fjorder

med hvitt slør som ligger stille i denne

mørketida

elven renner med sine snøperler dansende i

fossefallet som svever med nordavinden

bortenfor solen

hun tenner et lys

Nordlyset danser i glede der isbjørnene bor

julestjernen blinker i denne frosne vinternatt

der den siste strålen fra månens mystikk sakte

svinner hen

hun tenner et lys

et barns ansikt hvilende mot vindusruten i håp

om at under treet ligger alt hun ønsker seg

snøkrystaller faller utenfor

alle er unike og vakre

de skinner stemningsfullt i den kalde natten

hun tenner et lys

hennes julehjertet omfavner den svarte

julerosen som gråter kronbladene ned på en

seng av snøkrystaller i håp om minnenes

gjensyn er historiens forsoning der

hun lytter nøye til hennes sjel som synger i

sterke følelser

hun tenner et lys

der hun drømmer en arktisk drøm om

barnetroens mirakler

der den hvite duen flyr lydløst gjennom

lenkene som løfter håpets eventyr bak det røde

havets juvel et sted

med frosten på sine kinn tenner hun et lys for

alle de historiene som blir uttrykt uten ord…

//

The day is short and the night is long in this

country in the north with its snow-capped

mountains and

fjords with white veil that lie still in this dark

time

the river flows with its snow beads dancing in

the waterfall that hovers with the north wind

beyond the sunbeam

she lights a candle

The Northern Lights dances in joy where the

polar bears drill Christmas star blinks in this

frozen winter night where the last ray of the

moon’s mystery slowly fades away until

she lights a candle

a child’s face resting against the window pane

in the hope that underneath the tree lies

everything she wants

snow crystals fall outside are unique and

beautiful

shines evocative in the cold night

she light lights a candle

where she dreams an arctic dream about the

miracle of the infant faith the white dove flies

silently through the chains that lift the

adventure of hope behind the jewel of the Red

Sea somewhere

with the frost on her cheeks,

she lights a candle

for all the stories that are expressed without

words. ..

-Orkidedatter-

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

night

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

ears

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….

-Orkidedatter-

Christmas’s dark wish…

Orkidedatter darksoulpoet poet poems romance love writer author forfatter Norway Norge norsk forfatter artist kunstner skribent dikter poetry life Christmas jul Art: always my own @orkidedatter

Your body is like winter wonderland

unique as a snow crystal.

I have a desire to lick all your drops

of candy.

Swallow your nectar to taste you within.

You are my Mr. Christmas,

I’m your grief,

going togheter like fire and ice.

A want to exhale Christmas spirit, but all my

heartstrings plays is a melody of sadness,

I curl up and hide.

Outside the snow silently settled.

You understand the world inside me.

You told me sacred secrets to close a chapter in

my soul.

My noisy mind began to smile.

All the little things created to shapes in colours

lit a fire deep down.

You touched me like Angels wings,

faded away all my fear.

You grab my hair.

Your sensual hands holding my hips,

you pushed me up against the wall.

A Christmas hot mystery of explosive fireworks

that’s wandered right into between my legs.

You are my savior soul I longing for.

I tease your luscious lips

and seduce those to mine,

take you with my tounge

to a distance that make you forget to breath.

We are dancing in the flames.

I’m breathing harder and faster.

We loose controll.

We thouch the sky.

Shooting stars falling behind my rolling eyes.

You inhale that alluring cent of my lotus,

you bring all my petals out.

Sweatbathed skin skim across of lust and every

forward thrust straddling the fine line between

pain and passion.

The moment our heart’s pulses

and two souls screams in mercy…

You are hard as ice.

As a waterfall I flow down your magic part

of lovemaking.

You are slaying my wrong side of my

heart and completes us on a seldom level.

I collapse when you squeeze my mountains

and you make me some milk

sweet and thick…

I moan for both of us when

each little dark wish of mine

comes true the night before Christmas…

-Orkidedatter-

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

darker

You turned on your charm, I Just wanting to

heal

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

forest.

-Orkidedatter-

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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-

Tormented by the ghosts.

In my bloodshot eyes I keep

staring at the moon

emptiness

hollow

sorrowful

I turn back time and remember

our bodies entangled togheter

in the darkest nights

I’m tormented by the ghosts

of the many souls who

touched my heart

all their words is laying like

a dusty fog all over me

I try to fight but the remnants

of war is tearing me apart

I still feeding my melodies of

you with poisonous liquid

elixir of magic

I hope it will kill my vibes for you

until then I take my demons with

me and disappear into the

shadows of the forest before

I paint the green leafs red…

-Orkidedatter-

-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 

heartbeating

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.

-Orkidedatter-

Summertime sadness…

She got drunk

tried to drink away her pain

danced on the table

sang the saddest songs she knew

as elegant as the candle light sparkling on

the piano her bambi eyes was like

shappire moonlight

her hair flow like a river and her cheery

lips was telling magic

her radiance got the heartbeat of all

men in the bar to tremble

but she had no longing to them…

the smell of whiskey and blue smoke

lay like a blanket over the room

remembering nothing until she

wakes up on a street corner with him

beside her

everything turned upside down inside her

you held her hair

you told her how beautiful she was

regardless

so much love for her

a day four years ago she turned her back

on him and said no, just go…

a choice she could sell her soul to the

devil for…

if she could turn back time…

you are still her best friend

doing everything for each other

having fun

conversation from dusk to down

know everything about each other

every time your name appears on

the phone her heart quiver in pain that

hurt so good

always a perfect picture of your family

suddenly, you knock on her door

she lets you in

she smiles bravely

her heart cracks

her eyes are bloodshot

you traces your fingertips down her jaw

she gasp for the breath

befor their lips meet, time stand still

at this moment and she can feel your

goosebumps on your nose

and your lips are drawn towards eachother

she moans for both of you

drown in your emerald green eyes

just one last night in the sky of lovemaking

in sin he whisper

-I want to make love to you-

slowly they make love in

a bodylanguage only they knew

when tomorrow comes she has

pulled the trigger

she can’t bear anymore

summertime sadness

they find her in the bubble bath with

rose petals from the

Black Rose…

-Orkidedatter-