Olga's Poetry & Thoughts

Each drop of dew on a blade of grass Is a thunderous, lunatic waterfall And each sliver of wound resulting from glass Is a tender bloodbath from which I crawl Red roses form a spark when I see your face And they wilt just as quickly as they grow A desert of loss is a horrid place In which an oasis morphs into snow Lustrous lips conceal all uncertainties Artificial courage formed by vintage heels Vacant stares are my heart's remedies Tangerines spoil more quickly than they peel Whether glamorous or gruesomely plain I am still a coward, firm, I'm the same

At times, when emotions drown To the abyss of surrealism An anchor weighs me down To the ghostly ocean floor An immortal murmurs into my soul Life is but a carnival Not a thing to be afraid of, the whole World is just a playground Hues of pinks and blues Cotton candy sweetens my heart It's funny how it stains my shoes And tortures my stomach a while Not all sweet things are good Everything comes with side effects I laugh much more often than I should Too often is too healthy? Like a carnival, life makes no sense Maidens scowl at passing-by clowns Those princesses' heads are much too dense To realize the humour in the world When struck by blueberry pie In the head, by a mischevious jester All one can do is savour the cream, or cry I would rather not do the latter A merry-go-round swirls While children's snickers are heard Balloons entertain little girls 'Til their mothers lead them back home I stand in front of distorting mirrors I am ...

The sky is composed of hues of teal and pink As the sun retires for the day This paradise of perfection glistens and gleams Licking away all liquor drops of dismay Each and every mansion on this hillside of elegance Has the exact same appearance as the last The sea of red roofs blends into the horizon This current of bricks so vast... The children tickle each other in the sandbox Parents observing them, chewing ice-creams This world is simply too ideal to be true This paradise must be from a catalogue of dreams And on the towering, most prominent hill There rests the most hideous looking house the town has seen The windows are shattered, doorknobs breaking in two Garage leaking onto the streets with gasoline All kids are forbidden from going up there And no adult would ever risk their life for curiosity’s sake But one very adventurous, special young boy Knew that this would be one risk he must take Climbing up the steep, slippery slope The heat of the sunlight...