Olga's Poetry & Thoughts

I saw an old lady at the coffee shop, Her fingers like a canary’s- frail. The white hair on her head- a mop, And her eyes so ghastly pale. Her lips were cracked like sunken ships, Like treasure chests under the sea. She licked them wet and took some sips Of her scorching hot grey tea. Her fine trimmed nails tapped on the stool, She had a ring on her left hand. She waited for her drink to cool, Without sugar ‘cause she liked it bland. Then she looked at me and blinked, I looked back at her and glared. Her marble blue eyes were so distinct, To which no other can be compared. She did something so splendid, I cannot put it in the form of rhyme. Her dead lips became extended, Showing teeth engrossed in grime. The smile was a plague, a flame, I had no choice but to smile brighter. The peachy glow of her old frame, Chiseled away becoming lighter. ‘Tis the story of the day I met, The most beautiful woman on earth. It i...

TO MY FUTURE/POTENTIAL BOYFRIEND/SIGNIFICANT OTHER: If for a second you have a moment of doubt, Then please do not bother trying me out. And if you think that kisses are free, Then you sure as hell do not want me. Don't call me beautiful because I already know, Please love me for all that I have to show. Don't claim to understand me just to please your pride, 'Cause you don't have a clue what's going on in my mind. If you want me as an accessory to drape over your arm, Then purchase a scarf and don't cause me harm. If you are a smoker, then cough into your sleeve, Your breath is more revolting than you may believe. I don't ask for gold and I don't care for cars, But don't go out with your pals, hopping bars. Be a gentleman and stand up for me like a man, And I'll be a sweet pea; I'll be as nice as I can. But if you deceive me I will make your heart swell, I'll castrate your ego and wish you to hell. If you feel like th...

Sitting on the subway train, Backpack on my right. Music blasting through my vein, I don’t care if I’m polite. A man comes on the train and sighs, His feet hurt from standing. And I’ve run out of alibies, I move my bag; I’m understanding. His palms are soaked in sweat, His nails have turned black. Letting him sit was my regret, There’s no way of turning back. He asks me for the time, I tell him half past ten. His hair is streaked with grime, He pauses then talks again. He asks me if I go to school, I nod then turn the volume up. He gapes at me like a fool, “Are you all right?” “Yup.” He glares at my reflection, I plug my nose to drown his smell. I have shown too much affection, So I crawl back into my shell. How I hate mornings like these, Where I must frown and strain. Dear God, I beg you please, Stop spending me creepers on the train.

Love: How that word slides off the tongue, Like a licorice serpent rolling along. Disheartening prune ladies, intriguing the young, Bewildering the brave and the strong. We all seek to find it, though it might not exist, We dig in trenches with leeches. We journey along from the moment we’re kissed, Striving for lips that taste of peaches. The man next door has found true love with his cats, He dresses them in ties and tuxedos. He pours them tea and sits cross-legged eating rats, While they feast on mice stuffed burritos. Multiple loves belong to little Dee down the street, She invites boys to her orange juice stand. The nectar of her voice and her fingers so sweet, The boys leave with their hearts in their hands. Mrs. Prunella has wrinkles in which teardrops settle, She has not a mirror in her home. At times she purposely forgets to turn off the kettle, So the fireman can save her from being alone. The Mulroneys have been married for twenty odd years, And th...

Clouds of dank memories from the a.m. Quarrels over sausage and ham The bolt was not screwed in quite right You’re letting the faucet drip at night Spent a penny on me and a dollar on wine Chasing you like a cat grabbing twine A kiss so sour it made me swell A letter in the mail: “go to hell” Pour arsenic in my tea and smile I’ll stare into your eyes the whole while Nothing is as is meant to be, it seems The only solace is found in my dreams

You wolf, you wild man, you thief You chop her up like a slab of beef And you wonder how she'd taste With a side of tomato paste Or drenched in cooking gin The oil slowly dripping down your chin Then you pour some vinaigrette And light your twentieth cigarette You bite her neck with glee The hickeys turn to the Red Sea If she does not pass the test You just simply toss the rest You feed the wolves her remains Disregarding that she feels pain She cries and howls and begs But to you, she's breasts and legs She is a wild hog that must be tamed Tomorrow, will you know her name? And when she's pale, ashamed and ill You tell her that you love her still That way you have her in your claws To scoop her up into your jaw Her heart is dried up like a raisin You love the taste; it's so amazing Men like you should not stray far 'Cause a wolf is what you are

We used to be so close, I'd hold you in my hand And you'd go with me wherever I had planned Whenever I got lost, you put me back on track You were my flashlight when the night was black You played me music on request, too good to be true But I was foolish and took advantage of you You gave me Angry Birds and the play store Yet I scowled and wanted more All those times in class, without you, I would've slept And that 3 hour car ride, without you, I'd have wept At night I'd plug you in, but I was too rough, I know Now your battery is broken and your software is slow I want you back, but my warranty expires in two days I would get you a new battery if only I got a raise I took you for granted, and now I'm all alone I miss you, please revive; I love you, Nexus phone