Olga's Poetry & Thoughts

Jesus looks over The lost souls and bones below In the jungle sun To witness such beauty And such devastation God painted with one brushstroke Merry men sing Holes in their shoes The dark night lit up By police sirens And the crescent moon Bats flail around Like me, lost in the jungle Eyes glaring all around I hope they're monkeys Or jaguars I hope I can keep a piece of This country with me Safe in my pocket It smells like tropical rain And feels like The clam shells Washed up on the shore It tastes like fried bananas And heavily salted steak Sounds like seabirds cawing Samba on the streets And looks like a page From a storybook About parrots and palm trees Of finding a golden treasure A magnificent, uneasy place When she sun goes down So do we Leaving the night  To the creepy crawlers And innocent stray cats

Happiness is jumping in a pool of pink jellybeans Feeling the cool candy on my skin Happiness is enjoying the pleasures of life Without worrying about confessing my sins Whoever said that we are gluttons For biting juicy pears on the beach Must never have felt the sand in their toes They must have placed their own soul out of reach And what about greed? It's not all that bad To bury a pile of chestnuts for the spring All animals do it, so why shouldn't we? If it's greedy to love yourself, let it be Lust is the one that makes pastors blush Yet it's one of the greatest joys in the body A kiss and a dance, laughter and romance Why did we ever label this happiness as naughty? Have you ever seen a cat sad when it naps? It is okay to sometimes be lazy The body needs rest as does the mind Or the world will set fire from the crazy If happiness is a sin, then let me smile in hell Looking up at the do-gooders above For to live is to err, to cry, and to sing Happiness is pink jell...

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

Every time I close my eyes, I see the fire That aches where you burned me last I am a woman of the earth and the cool soil Where life ferments and earthworms roam I can't survive the lava that pulses beneath The crust of this beautiful land Yellow dandelions piercing the grass Emerald pockmarked with gold I wish sometimes that I wasn't a woman of the earth I wish that I were stronger I wish that my bones were made of steel And my heart of flame So that I wouldn't fall apart at every Crude remark, every Light tug, every Covert attack That rolls off the back of a fire-woman Instead, my skin is transluscent  Like the morning dew  My muscles pieced together With tree sap and mushrooms What's an earth-woman to do In a world engulfed by fire? But root herself firmly to one place Grow a network of twisting underground limbs And create a stable home To escape the chaos of this world

Remember the days we feared the gods? Neither do I, or maybe we just forgot I think we need a little superstition To quell our aching ambition We need to honour the moon and sun Just as the cavemen had done To find awe in the things all 'round Before we jumped in tech and drowned If we were to hunt our next meal We'd starve collectively, I feel Because we're even too cowardly to look In the beast's eyes whose lives we took It's simply sliced and put on display In a supermarket on the way Yes, we need to get back to our roots Take off our socks and high heel boots It's okay to feel a little scared It is how our ancestors fared Life shouldn't be riding on a cloud Idle hands make the devil proud So when you dwell into the woods Don't forget that the gods are not all good They teach us lessons as we preen Gluing our eyes to our phone screen If you're famous and if you're clever Doesn't mean you'll live forever We may be great, but there's...

Some people are in our lives Meant to be loved from a distance There's nothing wrong with that It's just that we're too different Or perhaps even too alike Two north poles repelling each other A couple of lone wolves mingling A dog barking at its own reflection The same blood runs through our veins But we are not meant to know each other We're just meant to co-exist  On the same planet, but ignorant of the other A colourful scaled fish roaming the seas While a spider sits in its web in a barn One wholly unaware of the other But needing the other in some way For earth to reach an equilibrium Not everything is meant to be held forever Some things are meant to be let go Like the old school pencils at the bottom of the drawer Or the Barbie dolls in the back of the closet They're loved, but loved at a distance Admired from afar

Sometimes I feel like My insides are flooding Threatening to spill out And clog glutters in the street With all my unsatisfied ambition Sometimes I want to drown In a soup of grey water To just forget it all And become one with the tunnels, Streets, and people of the city Their shoes tracking dirt From one train station to the next Let the rain water drain it all Cleanse it all The grief and the dissatisfaction The mundanity and the boredom Of the occassional commute Let the flood take me Take us To a train station that hasn't been built yet On tracks that don't yet exist Far, far away In the meadows Where the soil can finally soak up All the grey unwanted rain

A striped, soft kitten plays with a ball of yarn Its claws digging into the bubblegum pink strands The ball is slowly unspooling Ribbons of chaos all over the living room It just takes one tug, the right way With the claw at just the right angle To undo a tight, solid material A ball of dense yarn Which is strong enough to create a sweater For cold winter nights Or a blanket to cozy up under But even the most impenetrable and versatile Of us is doomed to fall apart When a ruthless predator Prods us just so

There are castles in my mind Whole kingdoms that I've built From mud, dirt and wrong conclusions There are forests in my head Lurking with mice and owls Among the trees, I become lost Trapped in my own assumptions And distorted memories They claw at me like hawks There are castles in my mind Sometimes I'm the princess The damsel in the tower Other times, an ugly witch Holding a waxy, poisonous apple Reserved for anyone who dares come near I've created whole worlds in my head That don't reflect reality For unlike in fairy tales, In real life there are no heroes No one is all good or all bad Including myself  I am the saviour of my own empire But I am also its demise

It's a most paradoxical season Of candy cane lane and seasonal depression Some call it the winter blues When the days are short and often cloudy And the nights are frigid and black People forget how to drive And your socks are always wet There's an aura of chaos and mayhem At the local shopping mall Santa Claus grumbling behind his beard, overworked While people shop for things, stuff, and gizmos Will he appreciate the stand mixer (50 percent off)? Will she like the stainless steel bracelet? Will they be happy to see a Barbie dreamhouse Under the Walmart Christmas tree? It's hard to think, with all that noise That's part of the reason for winter blues When my skin is dry and scaly And my ears are constantly cold My body always too chilled or too hot Everyone sneezing around me But, it's beautiful too The snowflakes catching on my coat As we ice skate under the stars Time stopping still 'Cause the only cure for winter blues Is a steaming cup of cocoa And good com...

Soon, we will live in a world where We can get everything from home And do everything we want From the sofa cushions Because the living room is No longer just the living room It is also a workplace, Doctor’s office, classroom Gym, cinema, jail Everything can be ordered online Stamped and shipped in plastic From China and Bangladesh (But forsake plastic straws in our Cokes!) You can order a week’s worth of food, Or a wedding dress, or a new cat Or tires, or even sex At the click of an app A touch of the keys Soon, we will live in a world where Robots will drive us, feed us, calm us As if we haven’t learned anything From decades of sci-fi prophecies Robots will take all the jobs From truck driver to waiter We won’t know if we’re chatting With a person filled with heart or oil That will be the peak of efficiency May we ask ourselves… What then?  

I miss the days When I was impressed By nail polish from the dollar store And a double dutch date to the cinema When there was nowhere to go Nothing to do, in particular Except take bus route blue Get off at random stops And explore the dullness of suburbia Because everything was exciting and new Everything shiny, borrowed and blue Even on a road to nowhere En slow route to a somewhere That existed only in a sad fantasy We said, we would never bend To the wills of 'the man' We said we would eat coconuts All day under palm trees We would be different We would be famous Even though all we had Was some allowance in our pockets And a failed driver's test score But oh was it romantic To hop on a bus to nowhere With the rain pattering on the windows Or is it just miguided nostalgia? Because I am so glad that, now I am able to drive somewhere Anywhere Everywhere Home

There once was a woman  Who woke up groggy She stumbled out of bed Looked in the mirror And noticed, in shock A worm crawling out of her head It was white and plump A vile thing indeed That no lady should ever see She tried to fish the worm out Of her poor, red ear But it crawled deep as it could be To the doctor she went He peered inside  But nothing could be found Then she heard a voice From inside her head "You really are mentally unsound" Who said that!? She cried The doctor looked around There is no one else here m'am She shook off this feeling Of fear and paranoia And boarded home on the tram As she looked at her reflection In the dark train window A voice said "You're so sickly pale" She stammered, and passengers looked Yet she heard the voice say "No wonder you're bound to fail" In terror, she fled back home Locked herself in the room And cried a deep moan "You're sad and pathetic Everyone thinks you're weird And surely you...

It came in the night I was sound asleep When a flash awoke me From the land of sheep I went downstairs Opened the back door My cat rushed in And crouched on the floor There I saw The object of his fear A huge space ship On a new frontier I rubbed my eyes And pinched my skin But the UFO was there When I opened my eyes again Then I heard some munching From the kitchen door So I took a peek And there rustling through my drawers... Was a whole family of  What I can only describe As long limbed martians A four-alien tribe Their skin was blue Eyes big and black They slurped and munched As they made a snack On the table were Stacks of toast Bacon, cheddar, And rib eye roast Excuse me m'am The father asked Could you do for me A little task? Could you fetch me A glass of milk Made by the udders Of a zoptolirk? I said that instead I have milk from oats And from jersey cows And free range goats I don't know any  Of those beasts The alien said Head down in defeat They ate their meal In a ...

Love is kind, love is blind Love is a sour lemon rind Just when we think we know  Life shows us that it isn't so As we're stumbling in the dark Looking for that magic spark Love is selfish, love is cruel Love makes us act like fools Sometimes love's a masquerade 'Cause inside we are afraid Of letting loose and letting go Of putting our hearts up for show Love's mysterious, love's a dream Love is vanilla bean ice-cream Melting on a hot summer's day Dipping our toes down by the cay Oh the joy that true love brings All the bluebirds seem to sing Love is sour and love is sweet It can be poison or a treat While I was taking a little stroll I fell right down the rabbit hole And landed right in your clutch The sparks flying at your touch Cupid has me at his feet 'Cause loving you is always sweet

I don't believe in soul mates, but I do believe That a life of happiness can be shared With someone special We're not teenagers anymore So the bar is higher The expectations are raised In sickness and in health, we promise It's easy to find someone Who will share your good times Buttered popcorn at the movies Cosmo cocktails at the bar Dancing the night away It's easy to find someone Who will declare, "I love you" Who will kiss you smoothly Like melted chocolate on your tongue It's tragically easy To hold hands at the park Feed the pigeons Go ice skating in the winter And camping in the summer Meet each other's families Buy a bouquet of roses at the grocery store What is difficult What is true love Is staying together through the storms The ones that put leaks in your roof The outside forces drip drip dripping Into your living room Your beloved grandma's death Drip The decision to have kids, or not Drip A mental breakdown Drip An awkward reunion wi...

When I was a little girl, My parents were sacred Each word they uttered was a prophecy Every action was to be replicated They were as close to gods as I could get They fed me, housed me, educated me For that I am forever grateful When you grow older  And have a life of your own How do your parents fit into the picture? A precarious relationship needs to be rewritten Roots dug up from the ground and replanted It is a painful but necessary process For if the parents never let go And keep their adult child rooted too close to home Resentment will fester, grey mushrooms and fungus will grow In place of bone white lilies Parents, strong oak trees, providing shade and shelter Can also cloud over and suffocate their flowers Trying their best to bloom in their shadow When I am a parent, I will know when to let go To let my offspring blossom Into a purple lilac on her own

They say that words can't hurt you But that can't be any further from the truth Some words can slice your heart in two Some feel like eating a bowl of metal Other words taste like fluffy meringue pie Like soft, comforting words from a friend Words have the power to lift you up to the sky Or bury you alive under their weight Other words are like sour candies Sweet at first, until you ruminate To their sickly citrus centres Words can embrace you like a warm hug Or they can feel like an ice cold bath Entire relationships have begun, suffered, and Disintegrated because of a few words Our whole society hinges on a treatise of words A bundle of paper and ink Keeps criminals from wreaking havoc So when they say words can't break your bones Don't listen to them; words can amputate your spirit And leave you hobbling for weeks Or perhaps for the rest of your life Words can be love letters or death threats So don't ever claim That your words mean nothing

In the sky there hangs a white crescent moon, It shines bright on the big city below. I'm all alone, but I won't be soon, The ghost in the night, she comes and she goes. I hear her in the kitchen brewing tea, And then she comes to my bedside and stares. I feel her dark eyes piercing straight through me, In the dark, her face is ghastly and pale. She's haunting me yet I do not feel scared, There's something familiar about her stance. I'd reach out and talk to her if I dared, I'd ask her out for a midnight slow dance. The ghost lady is my past self, you see, It's me being terrified of what I can be.

They say to “forgive and forget” But forgetting is impossible When someone has wounded your heart The cuts don’t disappear, they sting More faintly, over time But to forgive? That’s within the realm Of meek human possibility Not saying that it’s easy to do Forgiveness crumples the ego When we’ve been wronged We want to lash out and destroy An eye for an eye Hurt word for hurt word It takes an almost saintly resilience To say, I forgive you I love you, and wish you All the blessings in life For that is true forgiveness