Olga's Poetry & Thoughts

I used to be a scared 'lil lamb Threatened by the horns of every ram In the pond I used to see All my flaws staring back at me I liked to blend in with the flock In a sea of sheep out on the dock In the world I did not trust And after wolves I always did lust Now I've shed this woolen coat I'm friends with ever pig, and horse, and goat I don't fear a wolf in sheep's clothing 'Cause I'm fed up with sick self-loathing I roam the meadows at sunrise No longer obsessed with my demise And in my reflection, all I see Is a lone, brave wolf staring back at me

If I told you all my secrets The ones resting deep in the crevices of the things That I’d like to forget I wonder, would you still look at me the way you do? With love and innocence in your eyes You wish you could hold on to me, grow on me Like moss does on smooth rocks So that we become one, a habitat And we can’t live without each other But if I told you all my secrets Would you still want to be so entwined with me? Or would you swim far, far away To be with fish that have less baggage in the sea Picture: https://fineartamerica.com/art/paintings/fish

You're beautiful, you're brilliant, I love you Let the rain pour from the heavens Travel into your heart and escape through your eyes Let it purify Let the flood erode all roads Dead-ends, avenues, chi-chi boutiques Chocolate and coffee and lobster and beer Will melt into the flood and disappear The waters will burst into the banks The houses, the pet stores and the cars They will be purified Ratty dogs will swim upstream Neighbours will cower in each other's basements Telling tales of childhood simplicity Telling the children about cotton candy and bliss And the parents will curl up and kiss It is all purified When the flood ceases and the light hits their eyelids They will see a world they do not know Without its dead-ends, or avenues, or gourmet coffee shops Without parking tickets, Visa cards, or angry cops They will be purified You're beautiful, you're brilliant, I love you

"H uman beings are not like sheep, and even sheep are not indistinguishably alike" - Mill I got lost on the way to adulthood. It is easy to get lost in this world. To drown in a sea of facts and statistics. To get beaten over the head with estranged opinions. To get into quarrels over our views on religion, violence, sex, education, morality, this and that, each person trying to prove that he is right, each person trying to demean the other because of their insatiable need for always being right. Although it would take some god to determine whether humanity is making the right decisions or not, one can always decide what is best for himself.  But it's easy to get swayed. I've wanted to be a teacher ever since I was in elementary school. But in university I panicked. I was told that the job market for teaching sucks, that English majors will never amount to anything, and that I am not actually as special or smart as thought I was because everyone is a uniq...

I’ve seen you suffer during those days When you came home with your eyes dull and glazed Then you reached for the chocolates and you cried I failed to make you happier, though I tried I’ve seen you fall in love and out of it so quick You yearned for more honey just as thick Honey, the sugar will freeze with the snow And your new honey will have nowhere to go I’ve seen you malnourished as you fed On nothing but instant noodles and bread It grieved me as I rested my head on your lap To see you stuck in a sad little trap I’ve seen you happy as a person can be And on those days I was dappled with glee For you came home livelier than you usually are And in your hand you had salmon mix in a jar

I'm not a role model, an intellectual, a poet. I'm not a good person and I'm not an evil person. I am just a member of the species  Homo sapiens . I am blood, guts, and bone. I am an amusement park of veins. My heart feels no pain or pleasure; my heart just pumps blood. It would be silly to think that there is a deeper purpose, when I am a bundle of nerves wrapped in naked, papery skin. Why would I be part of a grandiose plan? I am just an animal. There is no logic in the animal kingdom. There is no philosophy and no art; just a hierarchy of animals that kill and eat one another. We are part of that kingdom. Maybe Hobbes was right. Without security, we would be cannibals. Without morals, we would be foxes. Without politics, we would be wild. We are wild. We are not ladies and gentlemen. We are panthers and wolves. We huddle in packs and howl at midnight just for the fun of it. We flee from danger by scurrying away like scared little squirrels. We would do anything for o...

My eyes can see Yet I have less satisfactory perception than a fruit bat clinging to a branch in the moonlit night, hovering aimlessly over bruised peaches, staining its petty wings in sweet liquid; how unfortunate that this mere excuse for a mammal is better than I My skin can feel Yet a serpent has the capability to penetrate the quilted layer of my arm muscle, and it indeed, if thirsty enough, can spew poisonous acidity into the blood cells of my vein, rushing to my idiotic brain as it morphs into a mass of disgrace Whoever imbecile founded the theory that humanity is the mightiest in the animal kingdom was clearly a fool who had never witnessed daylight beyond the golden gates of his estate. Or perhaps he had a few too many barrels of grape wine while gambling at a round table in the shaggy basement with his equally numskull friends. The world is ironic in that way- It is the animal kingdom that is more powerful than we. Humans are selfish, money driven rodents We would ...