Halo Drop

Masked Trolls
Unmasking Trolls.
Do unto others
But don’t do it to me!
I played the villain
Just like they wanted me too—
But the price isn’t right
To continue in the role.
Step off my priceless words,
my thoughts, my theme.
Or I step
on your credibility.

Scraping off the gilded paint
with Truth’s fingernails.
Moths
Float to the light.

Halo drop.

  • Valentyna Holloway ©

She Who Commands The Moths by Donna Taylor

Original Artwork of Valentyna Holloway by Donna  © Dancing Orchid Soul

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© @ValentyneDreams — Valentyna Holloway 2016

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Love’s Realm

Your love, more precious than gold
Shines in the night like a million stars.
I would gladly trade all that I own
To hear you say you feel the same.

I drown in the ocean of your passion
I float on the waves of your moonlit seas.
Your pleasure brings my life meaning
I would sacrifice all to fulfill your needs.

Each moment I hold so precious
My heart you pulled from the void.
My salvation, my wishes, my very existence
Tangled in our mingled stardust for evermore.

  • Donna T., Stephanie M., and Valentyna H.

© Dancing Orchid Soul

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@SymphonyNotes — Stephanie Manser
©Arias_Musings — Donna T.
2016

Star-Crossed

Anticipation
To hear the sound of your voice
Inhale the scent of your skin
Feel the touch of your hands on my skin
We gaze into one another’s eyes
Speaking volumes without saying a word
Time stops
As we create our own universe

Love, like firecrackers
Sparkling flickers of light glide across my heart
Your fingerprints left in a tango of desire
In all of the dormant places of my heart
Resurrected
As each kiss breathes life into me
I exist only to please you
Lose yourself in the intoxication of desire

Arcane love thrumming remembrance
Through my veins as forgotten prayers fall from my lips
Each word a language only you and I understand
The power of my name wrapped in your voice
Acts of love that burned civilisations in wildfire
Ecstasy
Beyond the limits of heavenly sinful pleasure
Whispers of absolution as moths float skyward

  • Donna T., Stephanie M., and Valentyna H.

© Dancing Orchid Soul

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© @ValentyneDreams — Valentyna Holloway

@SymphonyNotes — Stephanie Manser
©Arias_Musings — Donna T.
2016

The Green Eyed Monster

Shhhh…..Hear them?
Trolls are under the bridge
Waiting
Waiting to steal anything from
Creative people
Ideas, thoughts, images, words
And music
All are fair game
To the Trolls
Under the bridge.

Daffodils, coffee and moths — Oh My.
Clicked the ruby slippers
(Are these things on?)
This is not Oz — This is Troll Land.
Where the only Wizard willing to help
Doesn’t care for emerald cities or diamonds
And just sits and sips whiskey poured over sour lemons.

We had the power within us all along.
Click. Click. Click.

Trolls, dropping bridges down wherever  they feel like hiding.
Saving damsels, saving rivers of tears — Save your time.
I don’t have to see what I don’t want to read.
Get back under the bridge.
Crawl under the shadows into the Darkness.
I crave the light — Save me with radiance, with words, with expressions.
Let me dance in art. Let me dance like a moth. Let me dance in the daffodils.
Let there be a Greek Chorus hiding behind the trees.
For every fable there is a hero.

We make our own magic.

  • Aria T., Valentyna H. and Stephanie M. ©

Dancing Orchid Soul

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Do Not Reproduce Poetry In Whole Or In Part Without Permission

© @ValentyneDreams — Valentyna Holloway

©SymphonyNotes — Stephanie Manser

©Arias_Musings — Donna T.

2016