Stikkord: illustrator
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-
Behind a mask
Art: 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-
A country girl’s New Year
Art: my own @orkidedatterNew Year and my skeleton rattle of
memories of withered days
lies like an evil smoke in the air
headlines from the miserable color-spattering
paint strokes in the dark
I throw away an old treasure map from my
ruined soul on the ocean
a cold winter night that casts a veil over me of
ice crystals
I howl against the moon and
wave to nature’s queen between the stars
a dark room in my heart with fear of another
new and strange year
the old I wipe out from the canvas of life
a collection of thoughts from my dead eyes and
my scars of madness in my wounds of running
from the unknown
You spoke to me in poetry
tangle me in your rhyme
you danced with me in my darkness of sorrow
and wake me up inside
my broken heart heal
and this year you can’t burn someone who is
made of fire…
I reach for your hand
I inhale your memory because when I exhale
your ghost beneath the lilac skies and where
the cold winds blows as they strip you away…
it is time to watch what happens when bravery
lights the way
unlike storms left undspoken
-I have stared into the abyss
and it has stared back into me
I have lived there-in hell…
I will rewrite the ending to start over on the
inside…
Welcome 2020
-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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