Hell, can taste saintly

Hell can taste saintly…
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I’m not an innocent girl,
to deal with me you have to be brave, you have to deal with your own darkness and the «devil’s back»…

Because this country girl from the frozen Arctic
has a dark secret you only can watch in her sapphire blue eyes if you dare…

-nobody has tried to… yet-

but, my ghostly demons are what drove him wild,
together with
my dangerous mind,
my sinful lips,
my heavy pain and
my sorrowful tongue
and craziness of a soul
and a cold heart from the past.

All my monsters of nightmarish origins from my cage within playing with a razor blade together with your voices in your head.

Feel the passionate pain,
touch my prism tears with your fingertips,
keep my Snow White body naked,
tie the diamond barbed wire around my neck and give me pleasure
like fire in the rabbit hole.

Kiss my mischievous eye spark,
be my Lucifer tonight…

-and as you look deep into her sapphire blue eyes,
you understand what made
you hungry about her
-and you are in trouble..

❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎

@orkidedatter

My book; Beautiful and battered, breaking through the chains

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

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

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-

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-