Stikkord: artistic poet
The mask of flame
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-
Black pastel love
Art, my own @orkidedatterI 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
midnight sun
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.
-Orkidedatter-
Love letters to the death
Art: my own @orkidedatterYour 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…
-Orkidedatter-
Kissing the sky
Art: my own @Orkidedatter-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
would unwind
a revolution in my thoughts
you was my diamond
I am at the bottom now
laying on the ground with your picture in my
hand
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…
-Orkidedatter-
Christmas’s dark wish…
Art: always my own @orkidedatterYour 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-
-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-
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