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Cherished memories of what could be…

.Lesetiden er <1 minutt.
Art: my own, orkidedatter

.. 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 poetrycollection

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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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My book; Beautiful and battered, breaking through the chains

.Lesetiden er <1 minutt.

My first poetry collection in English language is

released on 12.1.2020. (Amazon.com)

Available in my linktree:

My linktree: Orkidedatter

Poem:

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-

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-

Kissing the sky

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Artist Norway norwegian artist acryl kunstner forfatter dikter norsk dikter poet poetry kiss love love hurts 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-

-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-