Olga's Poetry & Thoughts

The world used to be full of people People who ate and talked and lived They all had the same haircut and black loafers They never cut their fingernails   They carved their names into tree trunks for fun They fished to replenish their stomachs The world used to be full of these people Where have these carefree people gone? We have been cursed with external attraction Even animalistic desires are less brutish Than the images we digest Of people who are not really people People who are trapped in tight cow skins Strangled in bow ties and neck ties Wearing heels that could be used for combat People who are stringed together by bones Nothing more, nothing less Bones, skin, muscle, fat A concoction of body parts That are labeled and shipped off To find a soul mate: a lover of bones All we see is the external attraction Things that we don’t see, don’t exist, right? Ghosts and werewolves Witches and spirits God and morality No, there is o

Socrates: I know that I know nothing. While I was in high school, I didn't really think about life's big questions. I don't blame the school system for it- I was just not in that state of mind yet. Everything that I learned seemed to pass right through me. I didn't bother chewing the precious bits of life advice that were handed to me by my teachers. I simply devoured the information, and it remained in my stomach, undigested, only to be regurgitated on the final exam. Then once summer began, I forgot everything that I had learned. I remember looking at the clock, praying for class to end, hoping for the semester to finish, hoping that I could get out of high school and live in a world without detentions and compulsory math courses. Now I'm in university, majoring in the humanities. Everything that was taught to me during my four years in high school was revised, summarized, and dismissed during my first day of classes. Everything that I had known was erased. Ev