Olga's Poetry & Thoughts

My own misery has started to take pity on me, Butterflies nibbling at my nerve. Monarchs with jaw full of rigid canines, Ready to deliver my soul what it deserves. Cowardice be gone! Yet it loathes the underworld, Therefore it lingers on me like a leech on puffed flesh. No matter how greatly I yearn to break it down, Bravery is beheaded and despair is refreshed! My heart is a few beats away from extinction, Yet I ponder and meander around aimlessly. No purpose, no emotion, no loving, no joy, With genuine misfortune teasing and enveloping me. The truth is that I love being a little less than my best, And I thoroughly enjoy losing clamorous wars. But maybe, just one time, I can decapitate cowardice, So that I would not have to be afraid anymore.

Vibes pulsating through my chest Bodies against bodies tightly compressed It’s a sweaty and hot atmosphere Drums so loud I can’t speak nor hear Teenagers with piercings pushing through Mowing down everyone, they don’t care who Crazy girls bodysurfing all the way to the stage Angered old man storming out in a rage Everyone’s jumping and singing aloud Fists in the air held up high and proud Rock stars jamming out on their guitars Singing about beer and movies and stars Fans wildly pushing each other around Hustling and rioting all the way to the ground The only thing keeping me here is the beat The acoustics and vibrations savoury sweet Shouting all the lyrics I know Constantly dreading the end of the show Suffocating from overwhelmingly badass fun And the concert has only begun