Olga's Poetry & Thoughts

I am feeling a little bit lonely right now, and I can't explain why... Oh yes, because my mom is out and it is just me and my cat in my apartment right now, just like every other evening. I try to get used to it, but I just can't. Being on my own for so many hours a day is becoming unbearable. Other people have families, big families, their grandma and grandpa whom they can visit, a mom and dad, siblings... How is this fair? Why am I in such isolation? Bloodstream flaring for someone to be with, but habit holding me back... Myself and I, we mingle with each other We foster ourselves and help each other smile We saunter through parks, watch the telly Then relax, and dream for a while Myself and I, we spend late weekday evenings At home, tackling homework, until we are done Mom is out at her boyfriend's place Myself and I have to discover ways to have fun We read a book, we blog, we chat We fake that we are ordinary teens When in reality, all we have is dinner, ...

Hello there, whoever is reading this. Welcome to my blog! My name is Olga Taratuta, and I have a passion. I have a passion for horseback riding, cross country running, reading Harry Potter books and being a teacher's pet, but I also have a passion that I was born with- and that is, writing. I have been writing ever since I came to Canada and learned to speak English. My first poem was, "Pig Wig" and it's amazing how far I have come since then... "Pig Wig" April 2002 Olga Taratuta [age 6] This pig has a wig His wig is big The pig eats fig He wears a wig One day the pig Took off his wig And he isn't pig wig Go ahead, laugh, snicker, try to write better if you were a 6 year old immigrant! My teacher always believed in me and told me I have a knack for rhyming words and literature. I have been getting nothing but A's in English all my life, even in the tough times. Explore my blog, bring poetry back into the 21st century. Since I just created this site, ...

A recap of my life- Frantic The split in my heart is Gigantic Currently being held together by Stitches Only amity can achieve ultimate Riches Love is absent when one is fifteen years Old We have faith in it so we are assured we have someone to Hold For no being wishes to voyage through life Deserted Yet in the brimming halls we feel we are Herded We devise excuses and admire our Crushes One twiddling thumbs while the other one Blushes That is not love; that is an untimely Game Twenty years from now, we will not be the Same A recap of my life- superb; exactly the way it’s destined to Be Heart burning and thawing, but me still remaining Me

Meh, this is just something I have been thinking about for a while now (: You know, how shallow humanity is and all that fun stuff? Here's a poem that I hope at least one of the few people reading this will understand...like really...understand and think about in life. Enjoy September 6, 2009 Lay eyes on the girl strutting down the street Tell me, what do you see? The haircut, the top, the high heel shoes? How ignorant we all must be See the lank, husky man standing in the alley The one with the serpent tatoo? He must be a very menacing man, For ink on skin really defines you... Imagine that that sheer layer of skin Guarding your body from being exposed Imagine it shedding and falling apart Until the only thing left of you were muscles and bones This is how we all are on the inside No body would be able to assess us then We are marvels, unique singletons Individual men and women Sure, some of us are muddled in the head And a few of us are noticeably greedy Most of us humans are sol...

I wrote this poem after uh, breaking up with someone. I was pretty angry, so I let it all flow out in a horse-based poem. Never judge a book by a cover, my friends. August 30, 2009 “Now which horse shall you be riding today, madam?” Asked the King, I responded with a grin Two loyal steeds stood in front of me The decision was obvious as sin On one end of the field was a sparkling stallion Not too skinny and not one bit stout A flailing mane that ruffled with the wind As he perfectly trotted about Parallel to this magnificent beast There stood an excuse for a horse, sloppily grazing His ribs almost ripped through his dull grey skin The fact that the King kept this mule was amazing So I mounted the beautiful stallion For one second I felt like a princess Until that cruel demon snorted and bucked And I was soon on the ground in distress A horseshoe print on my stomach And an experience too frightening to relive Was all I gained for riding that cruel creature One whom I will never forgive ...

I thought of this poem while I was on my vacation at the Tropical Princess resort in Punta Cana, Dominican Republic. I thought of this poem as I was relaxing by the outdoor pool one night, drinking Coca Cola and looking at the sunset. It basically describes the cool atmosphere of the resort. I did more adventureous things too, but I had my chill moments :) Enjoy . August 5, 2009- Olga Taratuta Dipping my feet in ankle deep water Luke warm from the day’s worth of rays Savouring coke, ice cubes tinkling Gazing at the leaves of the palm tree sway The clouds shimmer in hues of pink As the sunset curtsies the teal sky Misty aromas from the buffet brush my nose Mango juice, fried fish, coconut pie There is no sign of distress in the world Not a single worrisome thought comes to mind Calming ocean waves strum their own tunes As they leave the tender sun behind Muffled beats are heard from the disco nearby Partygoers gambling and drinking Me, I am just reclining on a beach chair Immersing myse...

"I haven't written a poem in a while, and I've been spending my whole week volunteering at a Horse Camp, waking up at 7 and going to the barn, going for a ride after all the kids leave in the late afternoon and coming home at 6 in the evening. Too much time with horses for me ;P End of story. I am so tired, this is not the greatest poem I've ever written, it's actually one of the worst because I didn't edit it. Enjoy nonetheless :)" July 17, 2009- Olga Taratuta The answer is no, I am not a horse lover I am not over obsessive about braiding one’s mane I would not care less about the lead I am on I do not supremely secure one’s rein I do not hoard my allowance for flashy tack I do not buy carrot sticks for horse consumption I do not treat them as if they were celestial beings It was only one person’s assumption I may not be a horse lover I may not kiss hoofed creatures on the nose I naturally harmonize with the kindly beasts They dismantle my heart’s thorns ...