Olga's Poetry & Thoughts

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

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...

Dear Simon, I'm writing this letter to you because I miss you dearly. It seems like only yesterday we were swimming in the creek by the estate, and you commented how my skin glows so deliciously in the sun. But you left me, and that was your choice. Now I'm stranded in this massive villa all alone, with just my echoes as company. I won't dwell on this point too much and guilt you, for I know your abandonment must be weighing heavy on your heart. I'm also writing to tell you about my recent afflictions, as I have no one else who will listen. Roughly six months ago, I began to develop a case of insomnia. Normally my eyelids would flutter closed at no later than midnight, but recently I haven't been able to sleep until three or four o'clock in the morning. When I do manage to fall asleep, the quality of rest is abysmal, filled with short nightmares and night sweats. Laura, our maid, and Helga, the cook, don't sleep in the house, of course, for they have t...

In the end, it's all the same Every French kiss in the rain Every hand you'll ever hold Even when your heart is cold Every inch of skin you've felt Every sweet cologne you've smelt Every look's that made you melt Is made on a conveyor belt It's part of the same sorrow plan It's how God has punished man To make love like ecstasy To make you dismiss reality And to fall into a helpless trance Of laughter, chocolate, and romance You play with fire and you dance You know the odds, but take a chance In the end, it's all the same All the bliss and all the pain All the kisses taste so sweet We search until we feel complete Image source: https://falacarte.files.wordpress.com/2012/07/kiss-under-spring-rain.jpg

I thought I was a rose, full bloom But I'm a budding cherry blossom So many days and dusks ahead So many raindrops to consume Until my petals drop It is a seasonal beauty A spectacle, in awe My whole life is but a season Of infinite springtimes on this earth Look at the cherry blossoms They taunt you with their delicate pink skin You want to grasp it, want to own it But they flutter in the wind So few days and dusks ahead So few raindrops to consume So few times to look to the sky And marvel at the moon Perhaps we have fifty more springtimes to see Fifty more cherry blossoms Fifty more times to eat birthday cake Fifty more times 'til we go with the blossoms The earth is infinite, but we are finite Love is immortal, but we are mortal The cherry blossoms will still stand Even when we're not budding anymore

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

Don't you know they're all the same? Every bouquet is picked from the same field Every lily and every tulip and every forget-me-not Has been forgotten by someone Because the flowers, they're all the same All lips possess that fleeting sweet taste That's erased by your afternoon tea The same tongue that we all possess Can be used as a spear or as a lullaby The tongue can say things to make us cry Yet all lips and all tongues taste the same Isn't it true, that all hands are the same? Warm, with blood rushing through them Matching perfectly with my hand Yet all hands fit together like jigsaw pieces All the hands in the world tied together by a string The hands, they are all the same What is different? The soul? The sparkle in the eye that reminds us That our inner demons and angels lie not In our capacity to love, or to kiss or caress The only difference between us is One person possesses his self-worth in his soul While the other values himself ...

It was a kiss by a stream In a lopsided dream That brought back the days Of an amiable phase My heart like a machine When I saw your name on my screen My heart pumping oil But my love wouldn't broil For I did it all wrong And I worried too long Like a bird sings its song I should've fluttered along It was never love, not at all For to love is to crawl On a cold basement floor To a fiery red door But to know it's all right For the love glows so bright I just took any old fruit That looked kind of cute I'd grab a fresh pear And show it great care Then I'd drink some sweet liquor And put "love" on the sticker Of this useless green pear That I devoured to air It was a kiss by a stream In a lopsided dream That bore the fruit of my sin And crawled like ants on my skin

            Although you were the nicest, most beautiful woman I ever met, you were simply too good to be true. This is the last you will ever hear from me. I loved you.             R.T.             Stella found this note on her bedside table, tucked beneath a candle and a mangled copy of the New Testament. She read it over and over again, as she prepared her morning coffee and let her dog out into the backyard. She sat on her sofa and continued to stare at the note, hoping that it would make sense the more she tried to decipher it. Was there a hidden code? Was it a metaphorical verse? Stella was most hurt by the constant use of past tense in the short paragraph (I loved you) with the –d so undisguised, so brash, and so horrid, she was almost afraid to read it as “loved” instead of “love.” Richard still loved her, or so...

Looking in from the outside, they're smoking and drinking wine On the patio, and they look so conspicuously happy, that I know They are not happy at all. The man has a cigar protruding from his lips And the lady is wearing a tattered red gown and a frown on her cheek. She buries her crow's feet under a nest of expensive makeup and gloss. And they ask each other, how has your day been? And they each respond, Good, while twirling their empty forks in the air, searching for ghost spaghetti. Oh, why hasn't the food arrived yet? I'm feeling rather sweaty from work. It's been years since the children moved out, so an empty house bears no Promise of passion; and the lady wakes up to the same man every day, And she no longer feels a warm prickle in the corner of her stomach. The blissful lurch of excitement, that feeling you used to get when You were a child and you saw your mother picking you up at the end Of the week from summer camp, and you memo...

Everything was a bit amiss, Without you by my side. My lips thirsted for your kiss, A part of my heart had died. Without you by my side, The world was a scary place. A part of my heart had died, When I last touched your face. The world was a scary place, The equilibrium was gone. When I last touched your face, My heart fluttered like a swan. The equilibrium was gone, Gravity ceased to exist. My heart fluttered like a swan, And flew away into the mist. Gravity ceased to exist, My love was tamed by crows. And flew away into the mist, My equilibrium was prose. My love was tamed by crows, My lips thirsted for your kiss. My equilibrium was prose, Everything was a bit amiss.

He was the type of guy who would drink luke-warm Molson straight from the can. Then he would pass the can to me and I'd leave my strawberry lipstick on the rim. We'd sit there for hours staring at each other and it would be most natural silence. It made me feel at ease. Then one day he told me that he wanted to swim far away and I nodded and said I liked to swim too. We were young, you know. Youth is the deadliest disease. So we stripped to our underwear and he bit his lip when he noticed the blemish on the side of my hip. He pinched my stomach in a way that was both childish and suggestive. I smiled and said we should swim. The problem was that we had no idea where to swim to. We sat at the end of the dock half-dressed and split another Molson. It was hot as a cup of tea, as it was basking in the sun with us all day. But we were young and diagnosed with youth and infatuation.* He said that he loved me. And the step from infatuation to love is one that is large and full of ...

Like businessmen on their way to a funeral We had our hands crossed on our laps We had our lips zipped to a sulky slit We had our wings clipped to our backs I knew that the doom would be over soon Like a mother I shielded your fate I didn't want you to know my weakness For it showed as we opened the gates Like cowboys on the road to nirvana We had false hopes inside of our shoes We had love where our heads should've been We had red hands and we had no excuse As the gates opened I saw your face Split like a clay mug constructed by a kid The rays of sun clung to your eyelashes The spit of the gods cleansed your eyelids Like murderers we erased all we had seen We had our hands crossed behind our backs We had our lips pressed against each other We had our wings folded in our laps And our love was more futile than a clay mug And our hope was an addictive, impotent drug And our sense was forgotten on the side of the road And our love remai...

I don't know about many things. I don't know what I want my future to look like. I don't even know what shoes I want to wear tomorrow. Then there are things that nobody can ever know. Like how the sun looks like up close. Or how it feels like to sit in a corner of the Milky Way. I will probably never know how it's like to be a billionaire or a celebrity. I don't know when I'll die and I don't know if I'll go to heaven or hell. I'm not even sure if either exist. I don't know if I'm a good person. I don't know who I will see in the mirror tomorrow. I don't know if I will live to see another winter day. Will I be able to tell my grandchildren the tale? I don't know what the ocean's abyss looks like. I will never know how it's like to step foot on another planet. There is just so much that I don't know, and it taunts me. All I know is that I've already felt the sun up close because I've felt its warmth in your ...

Let's fall so hopelessly in love that we forget our names Let's dance in the bliss of ignorance so no two days will be the same I've been feeling like a schoolgirl lately and my skirt's above the knees Just to see you turn your head around one hundred eighty degrees I've been swooning like a desperate widow lately and I'm breaking down I've been scanning all the faces hoping that I'll see you around I've been smiling at my cell phone and flirting with the sky I've been acting like a madman and you are the reason why Please let's sit just a little closer so I can hold your hand 'Cause then you'll fall in love with me if all does go as planned And once you've fallen in love with me there is no going back I will hoist you on a train ride and we'll be going down the track I hope that you will let me peel your clothes off to the floor I hope your lips taste as good as they look, or maybe even more I want the smell of ...

I dreamt last night that we were sipping wine That you climbed for me up the grape vine My hair a mess and fingers entwined Plans for brunch at two-can-dine You planted kisses on my feet Like little candies, sticky sweet Semi smiles beneath the sheet Laughs were heard across the street Everything was out of place I wasn't even hard to chase You ripped too easily through the lace But I couldn't say no to that face I felt a raw chunk of emotion Didn't care about love's devotion Hollow heart and heated motion Was the abyss of the ocean Two-can-dine and two can lie So we both thought of an alibi You sucked the flower 'til it ran dry I never wished to say good-bye But you left to go back to your lover Of course I knew you had another So I crawled home to my mother Took three days for me to recover I wish you'd appear every night In my mind as I shut the light Then one day, I just might See your real fa...

           There were two people at the beginning of time- a man and a woman. They were cold to each other. They slept on opposite sides of the creek and each one of them scavenged for food on their own. There was an abundance of plants and animals that they could choose from. Although they were young, they suffered. They knew no other life but this one. They settled in this lonely paradise, accepting it as their only reality. They didn’t communicate with each other because they were too scared to. People are wild and unpredictable. They can be boiling teakettles one day and sanguine sloths the next. It is indisputably easier to avoid the complexities of human nature entirely.             One day, a heavy storm hit the land, and the man and woman huddled together beneath the leafiest tree they could find. The man took the woman’s hand and breathed on it, making it warm. They looked into ea...

Let’s go round on that carousel I’ll put you underneath my spell We can fight the dark all night We’ll paint ourselves in black and white Our lips will touch on the Ferris wheel My cold skin perched upon the steel If you retreat, I’ll give you pie I’ll let the chocolate spill on my thigh When the acrobats slice the air I’ll lead you to the dancing bear If you’re lost and about to slip I’ll tame the tiger with a bullwhip I’ll waste some cash and play horseshoe And win a stuffed monkey just for you We’ll eat candy apples beneath the moon And pretend it’s a lazy night in June There’s no escape from this parade But there’s no need to be afraid Climb on the horse and ride with me You will like the clowns, you’ll see ‘Cause life is just a carnival of joy I’m just a girl, you’re just a boy