Memories and my new book

My new poetry collection is out…
And all my art is 4 sale.
The Rescue; from the eyes of a bleeding child
Please, check it out and enjoy
Lillian Haugland aka Orkidedatter
Faith is seeing light with your heart when all your eyes see is darkness.
My new poetry collection is out…
And all my art is 4 sale.
The Rescue; from the eyes of a bleeding child
Please, check it out and enjoy
Lillian Haugland aka Orkidedatter
Skarnes, Hedmark, Trekanten kulturhus
17/9-22 klokka 1000-1600
Norway.
Vår første kunstutstilling og vi er veldig spente, og ja, kunsten er til salgs.
-Lily-
❤︎
@benraymondtriggs & @orkidedatter having art exhibition «Skumringstid» for the first time in Norway, Skarnes.
We looking forward to start something new this Autumn, follow us to join our ride in the land of wonder between the mountains and fjords…
❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎
If you have facebook you can check out Ben Raymond Triggs art here https://www.facebook.com/Ben.R.Triggs
You can find him on instagram tooBen Raymond Triggs
You can find Orkidedatter here Orkidedatter
I’m so grateful ❤️
Lily
.. Cherished memories of what could be..
Scent of desire aroused his
mating season.
New Year is the time when all wolves
go wild with their insatiable hunger,
and me as a weak shattered she wolf
is the only thing he
can’t have,
can’t touch,
can’t lose control by tasting her
salty skin…
can’t meet her primal urges,
can’t hear her mouths moaning,
can’t pull her upon a pine to make him
came more alive..
He wished for to chase her,
close her darkness,
lick her wetness with his long
blue tongue,
and plunge into a swollen lust-filled riverbank
with shivering
diamond pearls bubling over of
relief down his bulged carnal desire…
…and she was only his imagination…
-Lily-
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My art
@orkidedatter_artist
I’m on facebook too: orkidedatter author
Twitter: orkidedatter
I hope everyone is safe and well, take care❤️
Love from Lily
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
love.
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
storm.
A bloody fist, a broken mirror, my shadow is
laughing.
Peripheral view moved along us, made to be
broken.
Bats piercing my mind with toxit tears and
saliva.
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
judged.
I am not a soul that is on a dead or alive
poster…
I am invisible and not worthy to breathe.
When the mask of flames ignite again….
RUN….
-Orkidedatter-