Olga's Poetry & Thoughts

I had an odd dream last night. I dreamt that I looked into my bedroom mirror and instead of seeing a monotonous reflection of my face, I saw a panther instead, with its teeth bared. I felt that I had a tail, which I whipped from side to side subconsciously. My eyes were green emeralds and my pupils were dilated. My black whiskers were thick as rope but sensitive as silk threads. And my fangs were sharp enough to slice through the meaty flesh of a wild animal. It was, in a way, incredibly empowering to see myself as a beast. Imagine being a panther. You have no natural predators (except for man), no need to wear makeup or shave or stress about self-image or compare yourself to the distorted standards of society. A panther is free and powerful (at least, that's what my dream dictionary told me). Maybe, for the first time in a long while, I feel free. The truth is that, somewhere along the way from adolescence to adulthood, I lost my power. I lost my grip on the power that I possess...

Let's fall so hopelessly in love that we forget our names Let's dance in the bliss of ignorance so no two days will be the same I've been feeling like a schoolgirl lately and my skirt's above the knees Just to see you turn your head around one hundred eighty degrees I've been swooning like a desperate widow lately and I'm breaking down I've been scanning all the faces hoping that I'll see you around I've been smiling at my cell phone and flirting with the sky I've been acting like a madman and you are the reason why Please let's sit just a little closer so I can hold your hand 'Cause then you'll fall in love with me if all does go as planned And once you've fallen in love with me there is no going back I will hoist you on a train ride and we'll be going down the track I hope that you will let me peel your clothes off to the floor I hope your lips taste as good as they look, or maybe even more I want the smell of ...

Here is a little wish list of mine: I wish I could tame my emotions with a lasso. I wish I agreed to things without picking a fight. I wish I were more accepting of others. I wish that my face would not reveal my emotions so obviously. I wish I were less cold. I wish I quit holding grudges. I wish that every word that came out of my lips was firstly filtered of toxins. I wish I had no bad habits. I wish I stopped worrying about the past, present, and future simultaneously. I wish I loved myself. I wish I stopped being my own worst enemy. I wish I stopped blaming myself for everything. I wish I saw things for the way they really are. I wish I smiled more. I wish I were just a little bit sweeter? Okay, so I’ve established that I’m cold and not sweet. That definitely means I’m not a delightful scoop of ice cream. Maybe I’m like frozen beef. Raw. Filling. And can also leave you with a nasty bruise if you’re struck with it. Most people succumb to t...