Olga's Poetry & Thoughts

I came back home crying to my mother one day She asked me why my eyes were so sore But how could I speak when my lips were deserted? For they hurt from not being kissed anymore Each breath was a mission I was not willing to take A boulder heaved down on my bones Everything was so difficult; all emotions deployed It felt so familiar to be safely alone My mother looked at me solemnly and told me, “Adolescence is by far the most complex stage At times you’re ecstatic, for you’ve succeeded! But unfortunately, most times you fail at this age” “Uncertainty is an irritating rash That seems to linger, unable to heal Curiosity is juvenile, yet stabs your core ‘Till you question if heaven is real” I pondered on this and I dreamt that night I dreamt about hawks circling me ‘round They gracefully sliced the air above me Without a squawk nor vigorous sound The thoughts poured like an oil spill into the sea… Who am I? Who will I be? What is the future holding for me? The ...

At times my heart is so wildly lonesome Desperate for a white dove to find… Black blood oozing from pores of despair For my love has been nothing but declined Even marmosets’ hearts beat for their pair Yet my pulse is calmer than a sloth’s This pathway ends at a garden so divine… But I surrender and brush all certainty off So I live day by day, this mournful mouse that I am Grey and wavering- I fade into the dark Spying on smiling faces in unison… I care more about cheese bits than lovely remarks Why bother lifting a finger when I know I will fail When I am certain what can go wrong, certainly will Twenty years from now, I won’t mind being alone I will live in an astounding house atop of a hill Incapability of romance, of faith, and of trust I am truly handicapped in these fields of devotion Risks are not things that I accept with great pride No, I avoid all things that may hurt my emotion Unfortunately, a cat does not make a sufficient life partner And neithe...

There is no better place to work than at this camp Though your headaches will worsen and feet will be damp The friendships we make will forever survive Though is you spread hatred, of friends you will be deprived The skies are clear on most days, and head's in a mist The hypothermia-inducing bay is tough to resist Breathe in the fresh bittersweet breeze Be baffled as sunlight kisses the trees At Camp Presqu'ile the soundtrack consists of children and birds Plus coyotes at night, but don't be concerned Though the job insists on creating bags under your eyes And there's a few troublemakers that you really despise You starve on "beans and weiners" day, you love your nights off If one person gets sick, everybody will cough You come back to this place every year The reason for this may not exactly be clear But hey, I'm kitchen staff, what do I know? Well, at Camp Presqu'ile you don't have to put on a show Don't be afraid t...

I should have listened to my intuition Before I applied for a kitchen position Now I am cursed with this temporary career The Kitchen Staff Oath begins right here: I promise to wash every dish spotless clean And fill the lawn tractor with the right gasoline There is no excuse for coming to work late I will come every morning in a hygienic state I swear to never abuse my coworkers with mayonnaise Violence is not the answer- I will live by that phrase Water fights are for idiots; this summer I will be mature I'm prepared for all hardships that I will endure I will survive this through blood, sweat, and tears At any moment in the day, I will be glad to be here I shall be obedient to the almighty boss With a smile on my face, I will never be cross Never will I eat and ice cream sandwich that is not mine I'll clean the floor to perfection, never will I step out of line Most of all, NEVER will I procrastinate, argue, or loaf I will abide by the kitchen sta...

Slouched on a dishevelled sofa Cheese bits in one hand, pop in the other The world is but a dazzle of incoherence Head is deaf to the words of my mother Like a shot of whiskey, video games bring me joy In fact I could be game drunk for days As my technique is developed, I know I can improve And enhance the scoreboard and number of plays The gore and surrealism in front of my eyes Is too riveting for one to resist If a black-out were to occur ever again, My game console would most certainly be missed Game controllers are my greatest ecstasy Without them my heart would not be complete I agree that tootsie rolls are delightful But shooting virtual creatures is five times as sweet As I am lost in a labyrinth of the gaming world Reality seems to be unreachable and impossible to attain Eyelids are heavy and thumbs tender and raw Halo overdose; brain cells deteriorating, going insane If only life were a video game in itself All choices would be simple as pie Because...

My eyes can see Yet I have less satisfactory perception than a fruit bat clinging to a branch in the moonlit night, hovering aimlessly over bruised peaches, staining its petty wings in sweet liquid; how unfortunate that this mere excuse for a mammal is better than I My skin can feel Yet a serpent has the capability to penetrate the quilted layer of my arm muscle, and it indeed, if thirsty enough, can spew poisonous acidity into the blood cells of my vein, rushing to my idiotic brain as it morphs into a mass of disgrace Whoever imbecile founded the theory that humanity is the mightiest in the animal kingdom was clearly a fool who had never witnessed daylight beyond the golden gates of his estate. Or perhaps he had a few too many barrels of grape wine while gambling at a round table in the shaggy basement with his equally numskull friends. The world is ironic in that way- It is the animal kingdom that is more powerful than we. Humans are selfish, money driven rodents We would ...

If only, if only, if only... What shy words of faulty wisdom and pity I would have, could have, should have... Phrases plainly mendacious; not witty If only there were a device to make time turn on itself If only I could mend my mistakes before they appeared If only my eyes were green instead of blue If only I could have faced all that I have feared If only love was but a fragment of one's mind If only God was but a mythical being If only poverty could perish in guilt If only I could watch the world falling apart without seeing If only everyone could just leave me in peace If only I could sit here and do nothing at all If only life were just a tad less complicated If only an angel would hint to me before I would fall If only things were the opposite of what they are now If only I were able to polish all of life's imperfections If only high school would just end tomorrow If only I would never have to suffer pain and rejection If only I accepted everythin...