Olga's Poetry & Thoughts

On a solitary tree branch, at the top of the hill A mama bird has found herself home She tends for her egg through darkness and light Protecting her precious from starving alone The egg has hatched, feeble young beak Desperately pricks for a breath of pure air Mama bird teaches the young one to fly Oh tell me, why wasn't papa bird there? In fact, where has papa bird been all this while? Left poor mama bird handling life on her own She raised the youngster to be fearless and bold She nurtured it until it had grown No troubles arise, the youngster is free He has been brought up well and feels good Though deep in the roots of this bird's tender heart Are emotions of betrayal, being misunderstood No, this sapling will not ever be the same He is not normal, as from others, he has learned Penetrating through crusts of hatred and remorse All he ever wished for was to hug papa bird

I have been thinking about teenage boys and their general jerkiness/immaturity and have decided to dedicate a whole poem, simply ranting about how there is no such thing as a Romeo in this world, and there is no point to expecting perfection XP Enjoy. The sky is blue, My heart is grey These boys, they're tricky, They misbehave They treat hearts like chewing gum, To spit out on the street They love you until they bore, Then they search for someone fresh and sweet If only there were a factory Which could furnish the ideal boy One whose ego were at average height One who would not treat love as a toy Stunning green eyes and contrasting black hair A gorgeous smile and angelic lips He would have to be tall and slim, yet buff Not skeletal, yet trim at the hips He should be a gentle and caring soul Looking after his grandmother's cat He would be brilliant, though not genius Yet could withstand an intelligent chat My Romeo, my Romeo, how I wish he were re...