Olga's Poetry & Thoughts

The tinsel on the tree Chocolate in the bowl Santa on the mantle Streets engulfed in snow This Christmas is a special One; I look back on a year Filled with bliss and chaos And pockets of despair I wrap my woe in tinsel Eat candy to sweeten My heart; look at the Snow out the window To drown in bitter cold I always thought I was Made of ice, and that Doom was at my door For who could love a frigid woman, who could Melt a polar soul? This Christmas is a special One; this Christmas I'm not cold This year I'm fuelled by Sparks flaming in my Chest; I'm heated by My will to move on To embrace the year ahead

In the end, it's all the same Every French kiss in the rain Every hand you'll ever hold Even when your heart is cold Every inch of skin you've felt Every sweet cologne you've smelt Every look's that made you melt Is made on a conveyor belt It's part of the same sorrow plan It's how God has punished man To make love like ecstasy To make you dismiss reality And to fall into a helpless trance Of laughter, chocolate, and romance You play with fire and you dance You know the odds, but take a chance In the end, it's all the same All the bliss and all the pain All the kisses taste so sweet We search until we feel complete Image source: https://falacarte.files.wordpress.com/2012/07/kiss-under-spring-rain.jpg

Sometimes life really throws you in the deep end. No floaties, no swimming instructor by your side. No wading in the shallow end before moving on to the diving board. Sometimes life just pushes you in head first and you're 18 feet deep before you can even open your eyes. Perhaps this is when we learn the most- when everything hits us all at once. A beautiful catastrophe, a cavalcade of explosions, tears, laughter, happiness, loneliness; all of the contradictions and antonyms converging. Just a few months ago I felt like I became an adult, and now I am alone. So alone. There's help from friends, colleagues, and family, of course, but now I feel as most of us do. Like on an endless pursuit for money and happiness, not really knowing where to find either, and never feeling like we have enough. Adulthood is loneliness. As the strike nears a fifth cold and bitter week, and as I hopelessly scramble to find an apartment to move into before the Christmas season, it is only my inner a...

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...

Sometimes I forget where I am, where we are Like Alice, in my body, I feel much too bizarre I swear and I argue and I use love as a crutch I'm shallow and hollow and I drink way too much Scrape the surface of the thin icy shell Teeth chatter a little as your hands start to swell Maybe you'll see me, just maybe you might Catch a mere glimpse of me in the sunlight You might warm me up, you might melt me down But I'm much too terrified to witness you drown So I clog up my arteries with all the pain And I pretend that I'm foolish and vain It's so much easier to pretend to be free Much better to be... a girl who's not me I take three steps forward, and then four steps back Moving so slowly through the tunnels so black Moving like molasses through a world so obscure Hating myself and then finding a cure Loving myself and then biting my tail It goes in circles to no avail Sometimes I forget where I am, where we are All I know is...

Like an alchemist, She had the power To change things From mundane to Beautiful; from a Serpent into a Dove; from a daisy Into a bouquet From a stone brick Into a diamond She had the power Of witchcraft and She loved the way She could use men As puppets and Women as bait Worms on a hook Pierced through the Heart. Little did she Know that a worm Has eight hearts And the men had None She loved love But was never  In love; except  with  Herself; she ate Hearts for breakfast; Legs for dessert; Like an alchemist, She changed things From ordinary To the otherworldly; Spending days And nights in the  Cold cellar where she  Worked; turning shame Into gold medallions; Morphing pain into Sterling; changing Lust into love, Selling it in batches To the men  And the women So desperate for Someone to  Hold Im...

I've never been afraid of fear This is why I am still here I love the deep sky way too much And the feeling of your touch So much to see, so much to do Before this mad, short life is through I've never been afraid of tears This is why I am still here My heart's been beat and chopped in two Sometimes I had misplaced the glue I have, however, beat the odds I've accepted that I'm flawed Even though my goal's not clear And the world's a ticking bomb sphere I just know the end's not near I'm still breathing, I'm still here