Olga's Poetry & Thoughts

TO MY FUTURE/POTENTIAL BOYFRIEND/SIGNIFICANT OTHER: If for a second you have a moment of doubt, Then please do not bother trying me out. And if you think that kisses are free, Then you sure as hell do not want me. Don't call me beautiful because I already know, Please love me for all that I have to show. Don't claim to understand me just to please your pride, 'Cause you don't have a clue what's going on in my mind. If you want me as an accessory to drape over your arm, Then purchase a scarf and don't cause me harm. If you are a smoker, then cough into your sleeve, Your breath is more revolting than you may believe. I don't ask for gold and I don't care for cars, But don't go out with your pals, hopping bars. Be a gentleman and stand up for me like a man, And I'll be a sweet pea; I'll be as nice as I can. But if you deceive me I will make your heart swell, I'll castrate your ego and wish you to hell. If you feel like th

Sitting on the subway train, Backpack on my right. Music blasting through my vein, I don’t care if I’m polite. A man comes on the train and sighs, His feet hurt from standing. And I’ve run out of alibies, I move my bag; I’m understanding. His palms are soaked in sweat, His nails have turned black. Letting him sit was my regret, There’s no way of turning back. He asks me for the time, I tell him half past ten. His hair is streaked with grime, He pauses then talks again. He asks me if I go to school, I nod then turn the volume up. He gapes at me like a fool, “Are you all right?” “Yup.” He glares at my reflection, I plug my nose to drown his smell. I have shown too much affection, So I crawl back into my shell. How I hate mornings like these, Where I must frown and strain. Dear God, I beg you please, Stop spending me creepers on the train.

Love: How that word slides off the tongue, Like a licorice serpent rolling along. Disheartening prune ladies, intriguing the young, Bewildering the brave and the strong. We all seek to find it, though it might not exist, We dig in trenches with leeches. We journey along from the moment we’re kissed, Striving for lips that taste of peaches. The man next door has found true love with his cats, He dresses them in ties and tuxedos. He pours them tea and sits cross-legged eating rats, While they feast on mice stuffed burritos. Multiple loves belong to little Dee down the street, She invites boys to her orange juice stand. The nectar of her voice and her fingers so sweet, The boys leave with their hearts in their hands. Mrs. Prunella has wrinkles in which teardrops settle, She has not a mirror in her home. At times she purposely forgets to turn off the kettle, So the fireman can save her from being alone. The Mulroneys have been married for twenty odd years, And th

Clouds of dank memories from the a.m. Quarrels over sausage and ham The bolt was not screwed in quite right You’re letting the faucet drip at night Spent a penny on me and a dollar on wine Chasing you like a cat grabbing twine A kiss so sour it made me swell A letter in the mail: “go to hell” Pour arsenic in my tea and smile I’ll stare into your eyes the whole while Nothing is as is meant to be, it seems The only solace is found in my dreams