Stikkord: poem

Poem; Darkest sins…

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Orkidedatter

Art:@orkidedatter
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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
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Hell, can taste saintly

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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..

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@orkidedatter

My book; Beautiful and battered, breaking through the chains

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My first poetry collection in English language is

released on 12.1.2020. (Amazon.com)

Available in my linktree:

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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

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My own art @orkidedatter_artist

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-

Beautiful and battered

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Art my own, OrkidedatterArt, my own orkidedatter

-From a nordic author and artist:

COMING SOON

Poetry collection:

Beautiful & battered

– breaks through the chains-

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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-

@orkidedatter

@orkidedatter_artist

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Black pastel love

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Poetry, poem, darksoul, love, aquarius, writingprompts, life, love, Norway, Norwegian artist, artist, author, artistic poet, creativeArt, my own @orkidedatter

I 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-