Olga's Poetry & Thoughts

Yes, chivalry is dead because it was never alive. Besides, we are not knights and princesses; we are confused young adults, always looking for a convenient distraction. I hate the word "convenient." It reminds me of a gas station convenience store, with cameras installed to the ceilings, and a unisex washroom with a rickety door. This is convenience. Beef jerky on the side of the road and a quick fix of Redbull. Convenient. I can distract myself with hours of brainless television. A few hazy nights spent at the entertainment district with the bass pounding every molecule of anxiety out of me. I can jog with headphones in my ears and my back dripping with sweat. I can spend a ridiculously long time preparing a garden salad while watching a rom com from the corner of my eye. I can soak in strawberry scented bubble bath and hum to myself. I can do all these things but I will never be able to fool my own mind. I will always seek another distraction. What am I distracting ...

When the snake slithers under my door, let him do it Let him test how much I can take, take my heart and chew it When the clock ticks and time gets too thick to erase Let him steal all my time away and call it the chase When my self esteem withers away, help me do it Assist me as I take the world in my hands and say screw it When the snake poisons my vein, let him do it It's just a small sacrifice for the pain, no more to it Injected with this liquid that makes me another me Rejected by this twisted ghost and I become my enemy Long ago, I thought I was stronger But I can't take the grief any longer Passion or cocaine, same drug different name I am the only person to blame for the pain So when the snake slithers into my chest, let him do it Let him cut out my weak heart and chew it, Nothing more to it.

Everyone needs a tree. Something stable, strong, and fruitful. I need an oak in order to see everything that is beautiful. I need a tree in order to inject the life back into me. So that my veins can be as luminous as the leaves. When it's hot and I'm suffering from anonymity, I can always rest in the delicious shade and be free. Because the tree loves me despite my constant doubt. It's because it cannot see. It just loves me inside out. It's sturdy to lean back on. To read around. To climb on. The tree is my life and when it is gone, I'm gone. There is so much about this tree that I do not know. It's roots I cannot see, although they continue to grow. I just know that it's strong. It's giving and it cares. I've never seen this oak but I know it's always there. Cause when I close my eyes and beg for mercy or a prayer, I see the same thick branches and the same tree's always there. It's my one oasis of strength. It's my...