Olga's Poetry & Thoughts

Sometimes I feel like My insides are flooding Threatening to spill out And clog glutters in the street With all my unsatisfied ambition Sometimes I want to drown In a soup of grey water To just forget it all And become one with the tunnels, Streets, and people of the city Their shoes tracking dirt From one train station to the next Let the rain water drain it all Cleanse it all The grief and the dissatisfaction The mundanity and the boredom Of the occassional commute Let the flood take me Take us To a train station that hasn't been built yet On tracks that don't yet exist Far, far away In the meadows Where the soil can finally soak up All the grey unwanted rain

A striped, soft kitten plays with a ball of yarn Its claws digging into the bubblegum pink strands The ball is slowly unspooling Ribbons of chaos all over the living room It just takes one tug, the right way With the claw at just the right angle To undo a tight, solid material A ball of dense yarn Which is strong enough to create a sweater For cold winter nights Or a blanket to cozy up under But even the most impenetrable and versatile Of us is doomed to fall apart When a ruthless predator Prods us just so

There are castles in my mind Whole kingdoms that I've built From mud, dirt and wrong conclusions There are forests in my head Lurking with mice and owls Among the trees, I become lost Trapped in my own assumptions And distorted memories They claw at me like hawks There are castles in my mind Sometimes I'm the princess The damsel in the tower Other times, an ugly witch Holding a waxy, poisonous apple Reserved for anyone who dares come near I've created whole worlds in my head That don't reflect reality For unlike in fairy tales, In real life there are no heroes No one is all good or all bad Including myself  I am the saviour of my own empire But I am also its demise

It's a most paradoxical season Of candy cane lane and seasonal depression Some call it the winter blues When the days are short and often cloudy And the nights are frigid and black People forget how to drive And your socks are always wet There's an aura of chaos and mayhem At the local shopping mall Santa Claus grumbling behind his beard, overworked While people shop for things, stuff, and gizmos Will he appreciate the stand mixer (50 percent off)? Will she like the stainless steel bracelet? Will they be happy to see a Barbie dreamhouse Under the Walmart Christmas tree? It's hard to think, with all that noise That's part of the reason for winter blues When my skin is dry and scaly And my ears are constantly cold My body always too chilled or too hot Everyone sneezing around me But, it's beautiful too The snowflakes catching on my coat As we ice skate under the stars Time stopping still 'Cause the only cure for winter blues Is a steaming cup of cocoa And good com...

Soon, we will live in a world where We can get everything from home And do everything we want From the sofa cushions Because the living room is No longer just the living room It is also a workplace, Doctor’s office, classroom Gym, cinema, jail Everything can be ordered online Stamped and shipped in plastic From China and Bangladesh (But forsake plastic straws in our Cokes!) You can order a week’s worth of food, Or a wedding dress, or a new cat Or tires, or even sex At the click of an app A touch of the keys Soon, we will live in a world where Robots will drive us, feed us, calm us As if we haven’t learned anything From decades of sci-fi prophecies Robots will take all the jobs From truck driver to waiter We won’t know if we’re chatting With a person filled with heart or oil That will be the peak of efficiency May we ask ourselves… What then?  

I miss the days When I was impressed By nail polish from the dollar store And a double dutch date to the cinema When there was nowhere to go Nothing to do, in particular Except take bus route blue Get off at random stops And explore the dullness of suburbia Because everything was exciting and new Everything shiny, borrowed and blue Even on a road to nowhere En slow route to a somewhere That existed only in a sad fantasy We said, we would never bend To the wills of 'the man' We said we would eat coconuts All day under palm trees We would be different We would be famous Even though all we had Was some allowance in our pockets And a failed driver's test score But oh was it romantic To hop on a bus to nowhere With the rain pattering on the windows Or is it just miguided nostalgia? Because I am so glad that, now I am able to drive somewhere Anywhere Everywhere Home

There once was a woman  Who woke up groggy She stumbled out of bed Looked in the mirror And noticed, in shock A worm crawling out of her head It was white and plump A vile thing indeed That no lady should ever see She tried to fish the worm out Of her poor, red ear But it crawled deep as it could be To the doctor she went He peered inside  But nothing could be found Then she heard a voice From inside her head "You really are mentally unsound" Who said that!? She cried The doctor looked around There is no one else here m'am She shook off this feeling Of fear and paranoia And boarded home on the tram As she looked at her reflection In the dark train window A voice said "You're so sickly pale" She stammered, and passengers looked Yet she heard the voice say "No wonder you're bound to fail" In terror, she fled back home Locked herself in the room And cried a deep moan "You're sad and pathetic Everyone thinks you're weird And surely you...