Olga's Poetry & Thoughts

If I told you all my secrets The ones resting deep in the crevices of the things That I’d like to forget I wonder, would you still look at me the way you do? With love and innocence in your eyes You wish you could hold on to me, grow on me Like moss does on smooth rocks So that we become one, a habitat And we can’t live without each other But if I told you all my secrets Would you still want to be so entwined with me? Or would you swim far, far away To be with fish that have less baggage in the sea Picture: https://fineartamerica.com/art/paintings/fish

I wish we could be Under the sea Just you and me ‘Cause I turn to foam When I’m all alone I wash up ashore In seaweed and gore I want to roll in the sand I want to dance on the land But it’s not meant to be Not you and me Salt water makes you cry Deserts make me dry You’re too far away So alone I will lay Image: https://www.saatchiart.com/art/Painting-Girl-at-the-beach/726154/3734677/view

I dreamt that you and I were beneath a cherry tree (The one that you planted in the dark soil for me) The earthworms slithering at our feet The taste of the black currants so sweet I miss those days when the world seemed grand Even on the smallest, humblest slice of land Who needs TV when you’re lying with me Underneath the shade of the brown walnut tree? Running water and light are mere luxuries It’s like the human race has caught a disease We’d all be happier on the earth with the beetles The grass prickling our skin like small needles The smell of the carrots, tomatoes, and beets Tingling our noses in the dense summer heat Let’s go back to when simplicity was at its prime When we had no worries, and only had time Image source: https://www.saatchiart.com/art/Painting-Pastoral-Scene-Cows-Resting-in-the-pasture/868810/3618067/view

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 ...