Olga's Poetry & Thoughts

I'll never forget the warmth of my grandma's old gas stove In the cramped two-bedroom apartment that always smelled like smoke My grandpa would sit in his room with a cigarette in his left hand Stroking his coarse grey beard while solving a crossword puzzle My grandma would be shuffling around in her kapcie , house slippers Baking and cooking and frying and banging pots and pans Boiling strawberry jam with fresh fruits picked from her dzialka , yard And pickling cucumbers and cabbage and mushrooms in glass jars I'll never forget the sweet smell of nalesniki wafting from the kitchen In my paternal grandfather's loft, up on the fifth floor Cottage cheese crepes fried in oil, dipped in jam It was my favourite breakfast as a kid My grandpa's dog, Grot, would wag his tail and beg for crumbs Then we'd go for walks to the old town  Strolling along the cobblestoned streets of Olsztyn, my hometown The sun warming me up on a bright summer day I'll never forget my gre

Looking out the window, I see peoples' lives In tiny lit boxes, apartments in the sky Everyone surrounded by four white walls Walls which have no emotions at all Walls which have kept us so disconnected Not a single soul has not been affected By the loneliness, the frustration The tech divide of our generation I see people on the platform, eyes on their phone Crushing candies, texting their partners back home What if we stopped and decided to be here? To be present and sober, mind in the clear? To be rid of the walls and free of the screens To remember what true happiness means The people living in apartments in the sky That is all of us, that's you and I What's the meaning of it all? Are we alone? We won't find the answers to that on our phone Google can't tell you if you've found the one You can't game away your anxiety none You can't binge watch your emotions away Sooner or later, you'll have to pay To leave the walls, to take a risk To see all th

When life gives you lemons, make a lemon tart Put your soul into it and devise a new art Always thought I was brave, I was smart Now it feels like I'm back to the start Now the anxiety, it comes in big waves The pity, the anger, the blame that I crave To my heart and emotions, I am but a slave Tail 'tween my legs when I misbehave Whose love it is that I seek? When I'm senseless, drooling and weak Last night I was there, on the peak Now I'm a nobody, a freak, a geek A sad ol' person who can barely speak A mouse that spits a barely audible squeak I squeeze sour lemons into my eyes To eradicate all the parts of me I despise The squabbles, the indecency, the lies My heart rate soaring up to the skies Let he who has not sinned cast the first stone But what if I am the fool, alone? The thoughts in my head, a dull drone Talking to myself on the phone Life gave me lemons and I ate them whole Now I'm paying the price with my soul An anxious wreck, shipwreck, on the tide

Remember when life was a dream Sweet as cookies and cream Sticky summer days lasted forever I remember your hand in mine A puppy love so divine We could travel wherever Remember video games on the couch Adults telling us not to slouch Each day happier than the last Listening to our iPods We would live forever like gods We didn't feel as each year passed Now every day is the same Be it sunshine or rain Eyes aching from the screen Oh to go back to those days When nights were a haze And we all ate cookies and cream