Olga's Poetry & Thoughts

Life Goes on and on and on Even when the magic's gone With the redness of the dawn Life tells us to just get on Even when the sun has set Even when your cheeks are wet Dream of the loved ones you forget Until you wake up in a sweat Even then, when all is grey When God has ditched you for the day When autumn comes and leaves decay When you feel hopeless and you pray To a sad statue made of clay Even when you fly away Life gives you yet another day Life gives you more than you can bear More thorns and weights for you to wear You go on to the next affair To the women with golden hair That leave you hollow in despair But life goes on and gives no care Life goes on and on and on One day, my duck, you'll be a swan One day you will sleep half past dawn We all will wonder where you've gone But life will still go on and on Image source: https://www.saatchiart.com/art/Painting-Color-of-dawn-oil-painting-by-Dmitry-Sp...

Hooray. I graduated from the notoriously soul-sucking, snobbish, yet also beautiful and prestigious establishment that is the University of Toronto. When asked, "what have you learned in your four years?" nothing remotely related to academia comes to mind. I could say that I learned about wacky political philosophers and their undying sexist theories. I could tell you that I acquired "critical thinking skills," improved my writing and grammar, and can now read a Victorian novel in one day without a problem. But the things that I was taught in my classes are not the things that have stuck with me the most. All my various experiences of growing up and "discovering myself" in the maze of U of T can be summed up in one lesson: Sometimes, the things that are good for you don't feel good, and the things that feel great are leading you down the wrong path. This is an elementary lesson that we learn as four-year-olds. "Eat your broccoli, Susan! Even i...

My blood boils through my veins, Bubbling ‘til it’s thick as dough. Thawed, frosted tears remain, Only sorrow left to show. An icy heart and hollow lungs, How can I even breathe? I recall those darling notes you sung, How smoothly I’m deceived. So let the sun caress my chest, While the rough gale eats me away. For life I’ve never had such zest, As sunshine morphs into dismay. I will wait until tomorrow. Tomorrow the ladybug will crawl on me, Tomorrow the truth will dawn on me. Tomorrow the past will leave me be, Tomorrow my wishes become reality. And the fervent blood will be erased, It will flow like a stream of silk. The putrid scar will go to waste, My heart swelled with honeyed milk.