Olga's Poetry & Thoughts

There is no departure from my scent, my love For I am the perfume of salty blue waves thundering down on the rocks from above You cannot hold back from my gaze, my dear Because I am not only the apple, I am the entire fruit bowl of your eye Reaching away from my voice is not possible I am intertwined with the very air that you inhale and each hummingbird’s flip of a wing is encompassed by my delicate speech Do not attempt to be invisible, you shall fail For every rose’s woe is my own and I am all the sun’s rays that bring you joy day by day, they are all my creation just for you Even if your lips do not split for a second, sweetheart, My taste will endlessly saunter in the creases of your tongue, candied nectar blossomed with raspberry juice and raisin dust- whichever aroma you desire, and I am that taste I am a grain of sand on the beach that you carelessly stomp your foot on, I know, but my graces are not faltered by this, for, I am here .

Ravens roost in the crevices of my rib cage No, not only do they torment flabby pieces of skin They peck away at me from inside out Their needle sharp beaks pinning delicate human characteristics in vain Long, slender yet deadly wings as black as soot and as enraged as Poseidon’s sea Those wings that cannot leave me be…

When bewildered by my daily duties I erase all memories of internal thought I just do as I am told and live in comfort Forgiving all torment that life has brought At times, rarely, when the moon is frustrated And the creases of my mind are flooding with nerve I sit back for a moment and breathe a few more Review life’s tragedies, comedies, and observe How I strongly wish to do nothing at all But to stare at a blank wall in vain Be eliminated from all hell and mischief All responsibilities gone; what a shame! I long for the minute hand to calm down for a while I wish to drug it until it dozes away In fact, I could willingly diminish that watch So it would not smile at me any more in dismay Surely, time would begin devouring itself Until nothing was left of it but cannibal clocks They would fight ‘til the last scrap of metal is gone No more heart wrenching chorus of tick-tocks Enclosed in a chamber of nothingness would be splendid Laying on my back, oblivious to