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My poetry collection: Beautiful & Battered, breaking through the chains
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-Lily-
Stikkord: Norwegian blogger
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:
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-
The mask of flame
A closed world and betrayed by all.
I`m cold and freezing, no one to hold me.
I lose my mind, accustomed to the concept of
being sad.
They took my body, slayed my joy of life.
Masks of dark shadows in the night, beckon in
the moonlight.
A mind molestad by malicious madness,
tearing me apart.
My deathly demise seems to be my embrace to
a better place.
The wolf`s heart trembles in misunderstood
love.
The wings of the unknown demon strike me on
the cheek,
down my jaws to my spine and pain burned
like a hidden
love in disguise.
The mask of flame hunts me in the darkest
night, a ghost from
my past is back.
My heart is silent.
A beautiful silence in the middle of a black
storm.
A bloody fist, a broken mirror, my shadow is
laughing.
Peripheral view moved along us, made to be
broken.
Bats piercing my mind with toxit tears and
saliva.
I have no chance, everything is fake, cold and a
empty coffin
with human body dust.
My first breathe in this world and I was already
judged.
I am not a soul that is on a dead or alive
poster…
I am invisible and not worthy to breathe.
When the mask of flames ignite again….
RUN….
-Orkidedatter-
Fragile
Picture is me…
(This is an acrostic poem)
~F R A G I L E~
F ear through glistening stars playing hide & seek in the darkness
R oars deep within her soul a thunderous deal of the devil’s rage
A ngels fighting inside her pounding heartbeats with the mystique from the broken dreams
G hostly they whirled around to find peace in a wrecked country girl
I mmersed with purple velvet in a coffin of crystal tears from a fallen warrior
L ying in the shade of her rose thorns of demons
E motions running wild in her veins like dark arrows pierced her mind.
-Orkidedatter-
Black pastel love
Art, my own @orkidedatterI have a trumpet in my black pastel heart
a symphony in my chest
a melody of the colors of the rainbow flows
in my veins as creates a bridge to his soul
I fell in love with an aquarius under the
midnight sun
upon the mountain high
you gave me a summer kiss
your shimmering verses from your trembled
lips in the line with the shades of color of
heaven as an amethyst makes
waves of euphoria flowing over all
the pores of my body.
Your eyes danced solasta bright when
I took my feathers out from my long hair
to play it on your skin.
Your laughter tickled my heart strings and
you whispered to my Angels wings
«we are condemned to act in portrays of the
crystalline from ours cards of future»
My destiny from Cupid`s arrow is
written into my history of black pastel love.
-Orkidedatter-
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-
Orkidèdatter 