Olga's Poetry & Thoughts

When I was younger, I truly believed That angels walked on the clouds. Which is why, when I strolled down the streets, I would never see angels around. My first frightful time going overseas, My hands clenched in my lap on the plane. I was searching for those angels to soothe me, But instead there was just overcast rain. That's when I knew that I was alone, A minuscule body in the ocean of fear. There was nobody, no saint above my head, And what was below me was cruelly unclear. Not knowing why, I searched the sky, Hoping that an angel would caress me. But every time I glared in the sun, The scorching light would possess thee. I crouched in the alleyway and I cried, Soot black mascara bleeding down my cheek. Never have I been so defeated, Never have I been so weak. On this dark gloomy night I realized... The people on the street were ablaze. Not on fire, not demonic, not putrid. They seemed to be kissed by sun rays. I blinked once, twice and then thric...

"I am an angel," she thought, As she braided her hair in the clouds. Humming the melody of the doves, And muttering church worthy prayers aloud. She knelt in the cloud dunes and sighed, When something horrid caught her by surprise. A mirror stood not far from her feet, And in it she saw her unfaithful eyes. Her lips were no longer sweet honeyed cherries, Instead, they were red hot and ablaze. Her pupils were aching, releasing grey smoke, And her strands of dull hair were a craze. Her stomach no longer craved mushrooms and pie, She longed for a thick piece of bread. And on it, meaty slices of a few men's hearts, Their blood tastier than butter spread. She ripped the wings off her back, Bent her golden halo 'til it broke. Euphoria cleansed her every organ, Surrounded by flames as she awoke.

I came back home crying to my mother one day She asked me why my eyes were so sore But how could I speak when my lips were deserted? For they hurt from not being kissed anymore Each breath was a mission I was not willing to take A boulder heaved down on my bones Everything was so difficult; all emotions deployed It felt so familiar to be safely alone My mother looked at me solemnly and told me, “Adolescence is by far the most complex stage At times you’re ecstatic, for you’ve succeeded! But unfortunately, most times you fail at this age” “Uncertainty is an irritating rash That seems to linger, unable to heal Curiosity is juvenile, yet stabs your core ‘Till you question if heaven is real” I pondered on this and I dreamt that night I dreamt about hawks circling me ‘round They gracefully sliced the air above me Without a squawk nor vigorous sound The thoughts poured like an oil spill into the sea… Who am I? Who will I be? What is the future holding for me? The ...

Like a rustic, rabid beast He prowls the night for traces of crust Left over in the tin garbage cans Smothered in layers of slimy, thick dust His eyes slice my heart much like A fresh blade drilling deep into a man's face Oozing blood dribbling onto the tiled floor With a mind of their own, droplets all over the place I am infatuated with this muscled creature My diligent fear dissolves into joy Like a pill of ecstasy in a mug of warm water My mind goes high when around this boy It is dismal that he is unable to see me No matter how hard he would try I am invisible, untouchable, an angel He's a demon from the underworld and I'm from the sky Who knew, that the rumours were true Opposites can't attract, let alone co-exist But those smooth, slick lips taunt my nerves Tongue covered in ashes so tough to resist I watch him from above my cloud He can be seen in the deepest pit of hell Oh loathsome, irresistible devil, How daringly I wish to rebel ...