Olga's Poetry & Thoughts

Since a young age, we girls are told That Prince Charming is raw and bold That one fateful day when our eyes do meet I’ll behold a smile and glance so sweet I’ll forever know that he’s the one Into the sunset we will run I was never told that love’s a mess A numbing game of playing chess All that’s missing are the pawns And the checkerboard is also gone Love’s not linear, but rather round Chasing one’s own tail around I want Prince Charming, and want him now But he’s out of reach, I don’t know how To be a true suburbanite With my kids, flying kites Gardening tulips at dawn While Prince Charming mows the lawn But I digress—true, love’s a mess A curse that leaves you in distress There’s no straight path to destiny It’s a forest too dark to see Against all odds I’ll venture on For my life’s barely begun My heart is sprouting, still My soul lies on the windowsill Since a ...

--> Puerto Vallarta, 2018 --> All I want is simple perfection A clean-cut slice without defection A day so smooth that I ride its waves A day when my loud brain behaves All I want is relaxation Without the threat of dark temptation Of a friend, or food, or phone Just the peace of being alone All I want is a rendez-vous A sunset and just me and you I want to jar all the times Where my love was at its prime To capture them like fireflies To see the jolly in my eyes I just want endless vacation No matter where the destination

When the sun hits my face at just the right angle When my hair is combed and smoothed of all tangles When my nails aren’t chipped, and my toes are clean When the creases of my neck smell like nectarine When foundation is poured all over my flaws When I’m wearing just the right blue push up bra When my lips turn from pink to hot red When I feel like coffee, but opt for green tea instead When my legs are shaved and feel like glass When I glance at myself in the mirror when I pass When my skirt flips in the wind, revealing my thigh When there’s a sliver of sun in my eyes When the Instagram filter of the day is just right When my jeans are neither too loose nor too tight That’s when I feel pretty, flawless, in good cheer It happens once every couple of years Image: https://www.pinterest.ca/pin/426082814729724093/