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Beautiful and battered

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-From a nordic author and artist:

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Poetry collection:

Beautiful & battered

– breaks through the chains-

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From the north a butterfly in

winter land under the

Polar star in the elongated small country

-Norway-

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

country girl,

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.

-Orkidedatter-

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Love letters to the death

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Writer, poet, poetry, darkpoetry, author, darksoul, Norway, dikter, dikt, poet, forfatter, artist, kunstner, words, myself, loveletters, kjærlighetsbrev, creative, Art: my own @orkidedatter

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…

-Orkidedatter-

Behind a mask

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Poet, poetry, Norwegian, Norge, Norsk, dikter, forfatter, my life, dark poetry, creative, my soul, my heart, authorArt: my own @orkidedatter

– 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

heard them

a little girl’s fragility gets crushed by the crime

caught in the curse of the mask

no escape

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 .

-Orkidedatter-

-That girl-

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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-