Shades of black scars…

She tries to find peace because her heart

will heal

It’s beautiful, but worn

It has been attempted repaired

With needle and thread

If you look closely, you can see the shade of

the stitches torn off time after time

Looking even further in, deep behind her

heart, you can watch a glimpse of a face

It is like the shadows waving in the wind

You realize that the face belongs to the

heart, because they are equally ghostly

She turns her face away in disgust and

loathing

It storms in the heart’s rhythm

Faster and

faster, she won’t be anymore

It is like thorns from «the black rose» being

thrown at her, and she feels an

indescribable pain in her heart and it’s

burn in her soul

In the face behind the heart tears flow like

a waterfall

As a veil, they embrace her heart and dig

«the river of tears» bigger and demper

Tears from a darkness that no little girl

should know about

Tears from a scared soul that a soul never

should know about

Tears from a place within a little girl never

knew she had

A stolen body…but always a soul and a

heart that she hid and protected

Can she be whole again?

Is the last flame extinguished?

She can feel her heartbeat, breathes deeply

and try to find calmness

She wipes away the tears that quietly fall

down her cheek

Her body remembers

The heart knows

Her mind can deceive her

All of the emotions and experiences are

stuck in her body as the pain of a thorn

-Demons are screaming the worst she can

senses-

Her eyes can’t stop crying, her soul is

working to heal, her mind is trying to

connect with heart

A thousand broken pieces of her heart is

laying beside her in a chest of sorrows

With all her scars she begins to feel the

various nerves of the black paths

Trails she never wants to join again

They’ll be with her to the end of life and

she’ll try everything she can to make new

paths bright and beautiful next to the dark

ones…

-Orkidedatter-

You borrowed her heart

You caught her heart and

lent it for a while

you embraced her with

all your love and caring

she was lost in your soul

at one point you gave her

the heart back

a broken heart with pain

she became a dark crushed soul

emptiness within

it’s far too much to take

she almost drawning in her

own tears of ocean

now she has dried out

an Angels tears of blood

falls down her cheek

with her bloody eyes

she digs her grave of sorrow

and hope death will knock with

his skeleton on her coffin.

-Orkidedatter-

Shades of love

Poetry poem shades of love poet Norway Norwegian art

She want you to feel the presence

of her soul in your bare body

through every word she write

she want you to feel that she spread

severals shades of love onto you

let your life flow over her

cover this walls of fear with passion

make love to this labyrinths of darkness

discover every inch in this broken heart

reveals every touch of her ink in her

mind with your burning flames of love

embrace her within

in the end she has to close her diary

you are only in her mind

but still so alive.

🦋

-Orkidedatter-

Want to be invisible

She never gets peace

she often get grabbed

she often puts up her hair

because they always touch it

she sometimes put on her make up

to feel beautiful

She sometimes wear a dress to feel

sensual and lovely

and it always ends up in a broken

dress being pulled in

often she wears too big clothes

hide her shapes

so no one is drooling on her breasts

when they are talking to her

she is observed

for every move she does

being hunted

but she is no trophy

hands gripping around her hips

pulling her back and forth

she is not a juvel that everybody

can check out

big hands smells of alcohol

grabs sweaty around her face

try to kiss her

words whispered into her ear

which she does not want to hear

they will play

she doesn`t want too

they dry around their

mouths and blink at her

she is no teddy bear

everyone can snuggle

and squeeze on…

she will be seen

for the soul she is and

the warm heart she has…

she’s not the first price

anyone can bring home.

🦋

-Lillian-

Coloring your day

(English text after the Norwegian text)

Mangt skal vi møte

mangt skal vi mestre

stå opp og lytt til dagen

solen og solens stråler

som vekker dine følelser i deg

hvite sommerfuglers vingeslag

hvilken farge velger du idag

stien er like ny som i går

et nytt kapittel i ditt liv

skal skrives

lytt til dypet i deg selv

hør din hjerterytme

føl din puls

fjorden er like blå og blank

der den renner som blod

i dine årer

blikket ditt fanger meg

føl mørket og dager er brått

over

det er mer vi kan føle enn

hva vi kan forstå

månen er like ny

men er like hemlig

som dagen i morgen

naturens fjerne åser minner oss

om en svunnen tid

kommer aldri tilbake

med neste morgengry kan du

lage deg din beste dag

du kan høre noen hvisker deg i øret

at alt skal bli bra igjenn og ikke vær redd

som en hvit sommerfugl skal farges

slik kan du velg din farge på dagen i dag

gjør den til din beste.

🦋

-Orkidedatter-

//

Coloring your day:

Much we will meet

we must master many things

get up and listen to the day

the sun’s rays

that arouse your feelings in you

white butterflies wing strokes

what color do you choose today

the path is as new as yesterday

a new chapter in your life

must be written

listen to the depths of yourself

feel your heartbeat

feel your pulse

the Norwegian fjord is as

blue and shiny

as it flows like blood

in your veins

you glance catches me

feel the darkness when the day is over

there is more we can still feel

what we can understand

the moon is just as new

but is just as secret

like the day tomorrow

the distant hills of nature remind us

about a bygone era

will never return

with the next morning break you can

make your best day

you can hear someone whispering

you in the ear

that everything should be well done and not

be afraid

as a white butterfly should be colored

so can you choose your color of the day

make it your best.

🦋

-Orkidedatter-

Up from the ashes

(English text after the Norwegian text)

Opp fra asken norwegian blogger upfrom the ashes poem

Hun reiser seg fra asken.
Hun vet ikke om hun er død eller levende.
Øynene føles som kull.
Hennes kropp kan hun ikke kjenne igjen.
Hun lytter.
Føler etter hjerterytme sin.
Det er tomt.
Føles tungt.
Er det mørkt?
Hvilken sorg var hun?
Hvilken smerte ble hun?
Hvilken kjærlighet skal hun velge?
Hun går utover landskapet som skinner.
Hun ser en elv.
Hun løfter blikket.
Hun ser grønne enger rundt elven.
Ved elven under et tre står en mann.
Hun ser seg tilbake og en sorg fyller hele
hennes sjel.
Bak henne er det varmt og flammer kastes
mot henne.
som blafrer.
Hun skimter farger av oransje, gul og rød
Det gjør vondt.
Hun har kommet til livets slutt.
Hvilken vei skal hun velge?
Hun velger å gå mot mannen.
Han strekker sine hender mot henne.
Hun nøler et øyeblikk.
Livet vises i revy i hennes hode.
Det er ingenting å gå tilbake til.
Hun velger en fremmed dør.
Den åpnes.
Hun føler håp og glede.
Arrene skal gro.
Hun lever.
🦋
-Lillian-

//

Up from the ashes…

She gets up from the ashes
She doesn’t know if she’s dead or alive
The eyes feel like coal
She can’t recognize her body
She listens
Feeling her heartbeat
It is empty
Feels heavy
Is it dark
What grief was she
What pain did she get
What love should she choose
She goes beyond the landscape that shines
She sees a river
She lifts her eyes
She sees green meadows around the river
At the river under a tree stands a man
She looks back and a sorrow fills her whole
soul
against her
Behind her it is hot and flames are thrown
against her
She glimpse the colors of orange, yellow and
red that flutter
It hurts
She has come to the end of life
Which way should she choose
She chooses to go against the man
He stretches his hands toward her
She hesitates for a moment
Life is shown in revue in her mind
There is nothing to go back to
She chooses a foreign door
It opens
She feels hope and joy
The scars must grow
She is alive
🦋
-Lillian-

Poisonous words

(English text after the Norwegian)

Giftige ord poisonous words poem Norwegian blogger skyld fault mental health skam shame dandelion child løvetannbarn

Når hun snakker med deg

trigger du hennes følelser.

Når hun snakker med deg

trigger du hennes erfaringer

og opplevelser.

Når hun snakker med deg

trigger du «livet».

Det er som kniver blir hugget

inn i hennes hjerte

og piggtråd som strammer til

langt inn i hennes hjerte.

Hjertet blør og hennes sjel

vrir seg i smerte.

Det er vondt.

Deres blodsbånd er usynlig,

men for henne alltid bundet.

Det er vondt.

Hun tar et skritt tilbake,

og lar giftige ord passere forbi.

Hun hilser de velkomne, men

lar de gå.

Det er som en kald vinternatt

der isstapper så spisse som

piler blir kastet inn i hennes hud.

Det svir og brenner, og arrene

er.

De begynner å falme, hjerte hennes gror

og sjelen blomstrer.

Hun snur ryggen til og går, men

følelsen av alltid være udugelig,

skyld og skam sitter som

brent fast i hennes ånd.

-Orkidedatter-

//

Poisonous words.

When she talks to you,

you arouses her feelings.

When she talks to you,

you arouses her experiences.

When she talks to you, you arouses

her whole «life», she try to heal.

It is like knives being carved

in her heart and barbed wire

that tightens into her heart.

The heart bleeds and her soul

is twisted in pain.

It hurts.

Their blood band is invisible,

but for her it always bound.

It hurts.

She takes a step back and

lets poisonous words pass by.

She welcomes they, and let it go.

It is like a cold winter’s night

that icicles flies like arrowheads

thrown into her skin.

It burns, and the scars have a pain

she can’t describe.

They begin to fade,

the heart of her heals,

and the soul is flourishing.

She turns her back to the

words of poison

and goes away, but

the feeling of being always

inept, guilt and shame

is like burned in to her spirit.

-Orkidedatter-

Colorless

(English text after the Norwegian text).

Hun tar sine siste skritt.

Her hun kaller sitt hjem.

Hun snur seg og ser sine egne fotspor.

Hun var ikke klar over at de så slik ut.

Hun opplever at den ene foten skiller seg ut fra den andre.

Det er som hennes fotspor prøver å si henne noe.

Hennes fotspor er overalt på dette stedet.

Så mye følelser.

Hun ønsker bare å viske de bort.

Hun skal snart ut på en reise.

En reise der hun skal farge alle farger i regnbuen, i vinden og på sine vinger.

Hun ser for seg en hvit sommerfugl.

Flyr igjennom kraftig motvind.

Faller.

Ligger livløs på bakken.

Hun stryker den varsomt.

Hun ser et lite sår i den skjøre kroppen.

Det vil alltid bli et arr.

Hun løfter den opp mot himmelen.

Håper den er sterk nok til å fly.

Sommerfuglens følehorn beveger seg opp og ned.

Retter litt på vingene sine.

Løfter seg opp og flyr.

Langt borte i horisonten er den bare en svart prikk.

I hånden hennes ligger sommerfuglens avtrykk igjen.

Sommerfuglens støv skinner som glitter i hennes hånd i alle mulige farger.

Så den hvite sommerfuglen var ikke helt hvit alikevel…

Den gjemte bare sin skjønnhet.

Kanskje en dag alle ser hvor vakker den fargeløse og hvite sommerfuglen er…

-Orkidedatter-

//

Colorless:

She takes her final steps.

Here she calls her home.

She turns around and sees her own footsteps.

She didn’t realize they looked like this.

She feels that one foot stands out from the other.

It’s like her footsteps trying to tell her something.

Her footsteps are everywhere in this place.

So much emotion.

She just wants to wipe them away.

She will soon be on a journey.

A journey where she will color all colors in the rainbow,

in the wind and in her colorless wings.

She envisions a white butterfly.

Feeling through heavy headwinds.

Fall.

Lives lifeless on the ground.

She strokes it gently.

She sees a small wound in the fragile body.

It will always be a scar.

She lifts it up to the sky.

Hope it is strong enough to fly.

The butterfly’s feelings move up and down.

Turns its wings slightly.

Raises up and flies.

Long away from the horizon it is just a black shadow.

In her hand, the butterfly’s imprint is again.

Dust shines like glitter in her hand,

in all possible colors.

So the white colorless butterfly was not quite white anyway …

It just hid its beauty.

Maybe someday everyone sees how

beautiful the colorless and white butterfly is …

-Orkidedatter-

-trust-

(English text after the Norwegian text).

Poem Norwegian blogger trust orkidedatterart

Hun kommer aldri til å stole på deg.

Det er ikke din skyld.

Hun kan ha tiltro til folk utenfor min komfortsone.

Hun mestrer ikke å ha tro på noen i nære relasjoner.

Hun har blitt for mye brukt og såret.

Det er så vondt, utrolig vondt.

Vis henne din nåde.

Kanskje en sommerfugl ikke skal være i bur.

En sommerfugl skal fly hvorhen den vil.

Hun vil ikke være om du tenker på å dra.

Hun vil ikke bli jukset med.

Hun vil ikke bli jugd for.

Hun kan ikke stole på deg.

Du er det vakreste mennesket hun vet om.

Det gjør så vondt.

Å føle på sorgen i sitt hjerte over noe hun har.

Hun har noe verdifult som ingen andre har.

Du hjelper henne å holde hodet over vannet.

Når dagen gryr klarer hun ikke å elske deg.

Om natten er hun bare din.

Da lever hun.

For hvert pust det svir i hele henne.

Hun finner ikke fred.

Hun håper ikke hun mister dine avtrykk som du etterlater deg.

Hun trenger deg ved sin side.

Men hun kan ikke stole på deg.

Hun får det ikke til.

Alt er vondt og det er ikke din feil.

Hun kan ikke føle din hjerterytme.

Du tar alltid pusten fra henne.

Hun er trist.

Det er ikke noe du kan gjøre.

Deres flamme vare ikke evig alikevel.

Det er som hun blekner.

Men hun kan ikke leve uten deg heller.

Hun dør innvendig når hun tenker på deg.

Alltid en liten del av henne er knyttet alltid med et lite stykke av deg.

Hjerteknusende, hver side opp og ned.

Alle arrene du legger igjen i hennes hjerte.

Innvendig blomstrer hun som et spøkelse.

Du knuser hjertet hennes og hun har ingen svar.

Tårene er hennes ord som ikke hennes munn kan fortelle.

Mennesker glemmer aldri hvordan du fikk dem til å føle seg.

Det er ikke din skyld.

Den jenta er et rot.

-Orkidedatter-

//

-TRUST-

She will never trust you.

It’s not your fault.

She can trust people outside her comfort zone.

She don’t master having faith in someone in close relationships.

She has been overused and wounded.

It’s hurt so bad, incredibly painful.

Show her your grace.

Maybe a butterfly should not be in cages.

A butterfly will fly wherever it wants.

She don’t want to be if you are thinking about leaving.

She will not be cheated with.

She do not want to be lied to.

She can’t trust you.

You are the most beautiful person she know.

It hurts so bad.

To feel the grief in her heart over something she has.

She has something valuable that no one else has.

You help her keep her head above the water.

When the day comes, she can’t love you.

At night her are just yours.

Then she feels alive.

For every breath it stings all over her.

She can’t find peace.

She hope she do not lose your imprints that you leave behind.

She need you by her side.

But she can’t trust you.

She just can’t make it.

Everything is hurting and it is not your fault.

She can’t feel your heartbeat.

You always take her breath away.

She is broken.

There is nothing you can do.

Their flame didn’t last forever anyway.

It’s like her fading.

But she can’t live without you either.

She die inside when she think of you.

She try to get you out of her mind.

Ever little part of her is soulved with ever little peace of you.

Heartbreaking, each side up and down.

All the scars you leave in her heart.

Inside, she bloom like a ghost.

You break her heart and she has no answer.

Tears are her words that her mouth can’t tell.

People never forget how you made them feel.

It’s not your fault.

That girl is a mess.

-Orkidedatter-

Why you dare?

(Engelsk text after the Norwegian text)

Poem norwegian blogger psykisk helse mobbing livsmestring livskvalitet barndom

Hvorfor tør du?

Hun føler seg knust og ødlagt.

Hun er lei av å alltid må tilpasse seg andre.

Hun elsker å gå sin egen vei.

Alltid blitt sett rart på.

Aldri blitt inkludert fordi hun tenker annerledes.

Hun er ikke som alle andre.

Hun tørr å si det hun tenker.

Hun har blitt ledd av, hånet, mobbet og slått.

Hennes ord er ikke værdt noenting.

Mange har snudd ryggen til.

Hun har noen fantastiske sjeler igjen som alltid blir når andre går.

Når hun nå skaper sin egen verden banker

gamle kjente på hennes dør.

De spør om å få komme inn.

De spørr om å få delta i det som skjer.

De vil være en del av hennes liv nå.

Hun tenker tilbake på alle de vonde minnene.

Når hun stod utenfor og måtte se på de glade menneskene som lo og lekte sammen.

Hun tenker tilbake på alle de gangene hun fikk nei til svar fordi hun var stygg.

Hun tenker på alle de gangene hun fikk nei til svar fordi hun bare ødla for de andre.

Hun tenker på alle de gangene hun fikk nei til svar fordi de sa hun var rar, dum, feit og hadde feil klær.

Hun kan føle tilbake på hver gang de populære jentene rev ut hennes hjerte og trampet og vridde på det.

Hver gang måtte hun svelge hardt og bite seg i tunga til blods fordi hun ble kalt for svak når hun gråt.

I et liv med et mørke som ikke mange vet om er hun fylt med lys og kjærlighet.

Hun ønsker alle velkommen uansett hvem du er.

Men hun undrer hvorfor du tørr å banke på hennes dør?

-Orkidedatter-

//

Why you dare now?

She feels shattered and broken.

She is tired of always having to adapt to others.

She loves to go her own way.

Always looked strange at.

Never been included because she thinks differently.

She is not like everyone else.

She dares to say what she thinks.

She has been laughed at, mocked, bullied and beaten.

Her words are not worth anything.

Many have turned their backs on her.

She has some wonderful souls in her life who always stay when others goes.

When she now creates her own world they are knocking on her door.

They ask to come in.

They ask to participate in what is happening.

They will be part of her life now.

She thinks back on all the bad memories.

When she was standing outside looking at the happy people laughing and playing together.

She thinks back on all the times she got negativ answer because she was ugly.

She thinks of all the times she got negativ answer because she just wastes for the others.

She thinks of all the times she got negativ answer because they said she was weird, stupid, fat and had the wrong clothes.

She can remember the feeling every time the popular girls tore out her heart and trampled and twisted it.

Each time she had to swallow hard and bite her tongue to blood because she was called too weak when she cried.

In a life with a darkness that not many people know about, she is filled with light and love after all.

She wants everyone welcome no matter who you are.

But she wonders why you dare to knock on her door?

-Orkidedatter-