Olga's Poetry & Thoughts

I Snowflakes Falling on tongue Like they did when I threw Snowballs at boys during recess Freedom II Her smile When I come home How was your day today? Kitchen smells like butternut soup Safety III Prancing In the backyard Catching red butterflies Then watching them flutter away Gently IV Fire Camp songs and s'mores Ashy smell on sweater Crickets chirp and coyotes howl In awe V Berry Patches outstretched Sun on back as I bend Strawberries staining my soft hands Yummy VI Kisses Smooth as chocolate The glee of being loved As we waltz by the candlelight Relax VII Bubbles In the warm tub The smell of apricots Sticking close to my heated skin Cleansing VIII River Rushing quickly Through the winding forest How safe it is to be on shore Watching IX Night time No mascara Just me and my inner Thoughts, memories, wisdom, and soul True self X Beauty All the senses Tingle when I breathe in Earth is in equilibrium Perfect

I'll see you in my dreams For we've got no place else to meet Except in this one-sided fantasy Oh, a reverie so sweet I'll see you when you sleep For you're invisible when I rise Like a ghost, a lonely ghost Too shy to see with my own eyes I'll see you in the hereafter I'll see you in Armageddon I'll see you on Judgment Day I'll see you when the sun's setting Now, shush, I'll let you sleep In your cozy, little coffin Your lullaby is the night sky And the trees that moan so often I'll see you in my dreams When you visit me at night Our hearts will glow so bright Because, I know You're so afraid of the night

It's that time of year again! The best time of the year is when I review the top 10 books that I read from January to December. Note: these books were not necessarily published in 2016, in fact most of them were not. These are just my literary recommendations for my fellow book nerds. 10.  Gulliver's Travels   (1726) by: Jonathan Swift Favourite quote:  "I cannot but conclude that the bulk of your natives, to be the most pernicious race of little odious vermin that nature ever suffered to crawl upon the surface of the earth." Reason to read this book:  it's a classic , and it will make popular references to this book make so much more sense I had to include this book on here. I read it at the beginning of the year for an English class I was taking, but I totally fell in love with the tale. The whole story mocks the society in which we live. Gulliver is too big in one world, too small in the next, and is made slave to horses in one of the worlds! A bizarre an

During my undergraduate degree at U of T, I was completely and desolately lost. I had no idea what I wanted from life, academically, spiritually, or career-wise. During my second year, I decided to do my double major in English and "Ethics, Society and Law" (a pseudo- "pre-law" program) because those topics were (and still are) my two passions. I aimed to go to law school because 1) I thought of myself as a social justice warrior, striving for equality for people of all genders and races and 2) lawyers get paid well. My two opposing motivations for going to law school ultimately wore me out, and I ended up selling my LSAT prep book. I didn't even take the test. My back-up plan: a Masters in Public Policy. I was selected by a supervising professor to do my undergraduate thesis (approx. 50 pages) about an obscure painting located in Siena's city hall, and how it relates to medieval Sienese politics. After all that hard work, and after presenting at a thesi

I dreamt last night, I'm not sure why, About pink jellyfish in the sky. They'd shine and fade as they passed me by, These mysterious jellyfish that could fly. The sky was dark as the deepest sea, The night tides had shifted for me. Down was up and up was free, Above me was the most magical quay. Take me to a time when jellyfish roamed, To a time when dreams were my home. Like Aphrodite rising from foam, Carry me to that virtuous zone. Alas, the sky is stuck in one place, Everyday I wake up to the same tired face. I fear and I ponder, am I a disgrace? In this world without jellyfish all over the place. No, in this world, there are only stars in the sky, There are gloomy figures that pass me with a sigh. Men on the platform, waiting to die, They think about it when the train passes by. They think about what lies beyond this doom, Of mundanity, hatred, and car exhaust fumes. They imagine that going back into the womb, Is like spending eternity with jell