Orkidedatter

I’m his act of emotions

Orkidedatter

I’m only me

@orkidedatter

❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎
She is sensual, sexual and passionate
a warrior
a Viking Princess
a northern light
a dark soul
a survivor
a Nordic woman
untamed beauty and a bold heart
artistic soul
a mother
a story keeper
a mysterious wilderness

the one who carry my ancients within the marrow of my bones
the one who have bathed in my own blood
the one who wear my scars like stars with proud and beauty.

I’m a vision and a dream
I’m a nightmare on the holy altar
I’m an ice maiden from a rebirth of
Hell and back.

I’m tender, fragile and only me
with all my flaws.
I’m a flame over a crystalline bridge between death and our world.

I’m a seed from cosmos and a
daughter of a courageous man of the woods, a woman of a force of nature.

I’m vulnerable and transparency,
but I’m a heart of acceptance and authenticity of my life…
I’m me and only me…
❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎

Orkidedatter

Add me

Snapchat: orkidedatter

❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎
Orkidedatter is moving on and created a snapchat as Orkidedatter, join me 🙌🏻
We will have fun…💜
❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎

A winter rose

Orkidedatter

❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎
-A winter rose-

A winter rose played
with your cord, unraveled strings…
Death is a bizarre soul,
I just had to understand,
a steam fills my mind while
you are stabbing me with Arctic icicles…
I’m dark, haunted and bleeding
my own blood for the silence
you cutted me with so deeply.

❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎

Orkidedatter

Poem; Darkest sins…

Orkidedatter

Art:@orkidedatter
❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎

Stardust glimmering on your body
as your eyes speak like
the moonshine,
my lake of pure ecstasy flowing
over you like a gunfire and
our moans become a symphony of senses …
only our fire could ignite it…

a ice kiss where the stars met the forest and red velvet lips is my source to honey dripping from your secret knight.

Pull me closer…
heart beating faster…
fingers touching endlessly…

I’m pressing my angelswings tighter against your passion,
a lions roar are enchantment
into my mind
and plunge you deeper into my
sapphire wetness cave,
while our whispering breath makes goosebumps on my ivory velvet breasts.

Lascivious fire let loose…
teeth scratching paragraphs into flesh, growls and scattered notes of moanings pooling deep under my soul and skin..

desires of dark scent releases diamond pearls from rhythm of my purple velvet rose…
drip drip drip…
darkest sins in sweet harmony on satin…

-Orkidedatter
—————————————————————

My book-poetry-

My poetrycollection

My book, my first poetry collection in English language are available at Adlibris, Goodreads, Barns & Noble and Amazon.

Please, check my link:

https://linktr.ee/Orkidedatter

Thank you so much

—————————————————————

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-
————————————————————

It’s looking a lot like Christmas time…

My poetry collection, Beautiful & battered, breaking through the chains

Poem;

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

ice crystals dancing in the waterfall that

hovers with the north wind beyond the dusk

and she lights a candle.

The Northern Lights dances in joy where the

polar bears eyes glimmering infront of the

Christmas star that 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…..

underneath the Christmas tree

lies everything she wish for, but it is too good to

be true.

Snow crystals fall outside are unique, beautiful

and shines evocative in the cold night.

She light 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 dark night.

Somewhere with the frost on her cheeks,

a little girl lights a candle for all the stories that

are expressed without words, that are burned

into the scars of the human hearts.

-Orkidedatter-