Olga's Poetry & Thoughts

The present is all that exists The candle does not rise as it burns It collapses onto itself The bird does not stop singing because, two weeks ago, it got its feelings hurt It sings now because this morning is all that exists History has brought us monuments, Mozart, and star-cross'd lovers Which haunt and awe us today, but cease to exist in tact They are just relics Like an empty wine glass with lipstick stains Or crumpled petals and flower remains Like old movie tickets hidden in a drawer Or a stolen sweater that smells like cologne Yet the present is all that is real That is tangible, that is whole The heart beat, the hum of the fridge, mango hair spray An itch in the neck, a twitch of the nose, a cat's meow Is all of reality Mundane and sublime The aged fruit of old time Rotten berries on the window sill will keep on rotting Good old pals will continue being forgotten The past should not be disturbed The birds, the squirrels, the r...

I have a dysfunctional relationship with Time Sometimes I like to play hide and seek with Time Time hides, and I try to find it I see it peeking from behind the curtains But I treat Time like a child, and I say 'Time, oh Time! Where are you?' Time just stands still, trying not to be seen And with Time frozen, I have all the time I can dream of At other times, I wish Time would move along I look at the clock as it mocks me with its tick tock As I'm stuck in a store folding socks And I dream of a day when I will be a somebody A businesswoman with a brief case and a somebody at her side And one day I can create another somebody Alas, it takes time to get promoted from being a nobody Sometimes I wish Time would turn back Because in retrospect everything seems serene What was once a heart ache is now petty What was at one time a death note is now a joke How I wish Time would comfort the poor younger me Time would say, 'Time moves on! Time heals all scar...

When bewildered by my daily duties I erase all memories of internal thought I just do as I am told and live in comfort Forgiving all torment that life has brought At times, rarely, when the moon is frustrated And the creases of my mind are flooding with nerve I sit back for a moment and breathe a few more Review life’s tragedies, comedies, and observe How I strongly wish to do nothing at all But to stare at a blank wall in vain Be eliminated from all hell and mischief All responsibilities gone; what a shame! I long for the minute hand to calm down for a while I wish to drug it until it dozes away In fact, I could willingly diminish that watch So it would not smile at me any more in dismay Surely, time would begin devouring itself Until nothing was left of it but cannibal clocks They would fight ‘til the last scrap of metal is gone No more heart wrenching chorus of tick-tocks Enclosed in a chamber of nothingness would be splendid Laying on my back, oblivious to...

I FAILED. The math performace task. Literally. It's a miracle if I got a 50% on it! Anyway, it's only worth 2% of my grade, but I still had a panic attack. Oh well, it's not the end of the world.. XD Enjoy The day had begun so wonderfully, it was almost angelic The larks whistled away in the distance The sky was the clearest blue than it had been for weeks It is truly unfortunate that one horrific event had the strength to strip the trees of their beauty and replace the morning sunlight with demons Walking to school, Gracefully strutting one foot in front of the other She never expected that this would be the day the world would end It is something that one does not foretell or look forward to Math class She walked in through the steel iron doors They slammed shut right behind her “Pencils up…now; you have an hour to write the test” The demon in glasses had spoken Sitting there on his seat, sipping some café mocha She could not help but bloat in envy The clock It usually...

Time It is not animal nor being Owns not a pair of wings yet Can travel so quickly it feels like Quicksand slips out of your feeble, wrinkly hands Fingers shrivelling, deep blue veins Poking through a shallow used layer of skin Oh, time does indeed cause pain If that minute hand just suddenly froze For a mere millisecond, the world would Be a catastrophe in two For time, like glue Makes it certain that the planet spins 'round If the second hand tick tocked In the wrong direction The future would come yet too soon For us human weaklings, it would be An overload of agony to bear So let us leave time just the peaceful way it is For all things are beautiful if they Are taken in reasonable doses And not mistreated or misunderstood Time The main factor of crow's feet On the other hand, time Is as bitter as it is sweet

Exam week has begun! Oh, the stress keeps building up! Also, this constant isolation from my friends and from regular school life has gotten me pretty down in the dumps. Sitting at home studying all day isn't all that fun... With no distractions except for history notes on my mind, I start looking back at past events- usually disturbing ones, that crowd my inner peace and totally distract me from studying! I'm actually supposed to be studying at the moment, but in order to achieve at least some peace I wrote a poem about this tunnel in my head... It seems like I'm over analayzing past situations over and over again and I'm sure that that's not healthy! You can't change what happened, but you can change what will be. Have to take my own advice sometimes! Ha, enjoy my poem. I am a prisoner of my mind I am a slave of my very own brain Flashbacks clog inner peace And restrain me from becoming sane Thoughts; they arrive with no knock on the door Barge in ...

OH MY. It seems like I'm going back in time! Not only am I being totally immature on a daily basis, but I am also absolutely crazy at times xD WOW. Truth is, lot's of stuff is going on in my life, some good, some bad...some just...WTF o.O BIG changes, big events, and school just adds to it all. History tests? French cramming!? Yup, school is great. Bottom line- my life's crazy, and I'm just playing along with it ;) Enjoy. Heart erupting with heat Flames scorching into rage Swallowing shallow tears As I slowly turn the page Chapter one is over That episode is done I have felt what I have felt Now Chapter two has begun So, guess what, I may be a little crazy Though that's an understatement, I must say... But, guess what, I'm still alive And I was nothing but myself today The scribbled pages in life They keep on going Like blood spewing through the vein New emotions keep on flowing Ink clots stain the paper Bruises every now and then It is abolutely pleasant To ...