Olga's Poetry & Thoughts

How easy it is to wish someone ill How hard it is to smile as they outshine you How easy it is to let anger fuel your words How hard it is to let forgiveness reign How easy it is to insult and betray How easy it is to get carried away How hard it is to be humble Humble words poison your lips How hard it is to ignore the pain How easy it is to ignore your blessings How hard it is to thank and pray How easy it is to not think at all How hard it is to work and not get your way How hard are the nights when your pillow's wet with tears How hard are the days when they turn into years How hard is but life, how hard it must be How easy it is to forget that you are free As a flame in the wind, as a dove in the sky To dust you'll return and as dust you will fly How hard it is to conceive that you're earth and the sky How easy it is to forget those who cry For you, those who love you so much It is easy to dismiss their love as a crutch How hard it is ...

It was a kiss by a stream In a lopsided dream That brought back the days Of an amiable phase My heart like a machine When I saw your name on my screen My heart pumping oil But my love wouldn't broil For I did it all wrong And I worried too long Like a bird sings its song I should've fluttered along It was never love, not at all For to love is to crawl On a cold basement floor To a fiery red door But to know it's all right For the love glows so bright I just took any old fruit That looked kind of cute I'd grab a fresh pear And show it great care Then I'd drink some sweet liquor And put "love" on the sticker Of this useless green pear That I devoured to air It was a kiss by a stream In a lopsided dream That bore the fruit of my sin And crawled like ants on my skin

Everything was a bit amiss, Without you by my side. My lips thirsted for your kiss, A part of my heart had died. Without you by my side, The world was a scary place. A part of my heart had died, When I last touched your face. The world was a scary place, The equilibrium was gone. When I last touched your face, My heart fluttered like a swan. The equilibrium was gone, Gravity ceased to exist. My heart fluttered like a swan, And flew away into the mist. Gravity ceased to exist, My love was tamed by crows. And flew away into the mist, My equilibrium was prose. My love was tamed by crows, My lips thirsted for your kiss. My equilibrium was prose, Everything was a bit amiss.

A vulture once mistook me, For a slice of drying meat. His yellow talons shook me, As he dragged me down the street. I never knew the vulture, Was my own self in disguise. ‘Cause in our riddled culture, We’re all perfect in our eyes. Maybe one day I’ll grow wings, And drag others down along With all my dysfunctional things, Stacked where they don’t belong. The wings, they will be black, They will span the length of Earth. They will split right out my back Like a mutant giving birth. Though winged, I will not fly, ‘Cause I won’t know what I’m doing. I’ll have splinters in my eye, Too blind for love pursuing. I’ll mistake innocent dwellers, For chunks of deceased deer. I’ll rip open healthy fellers, And then bite them on the ear. That’s the vulture that is in me, His beak is slicing through my chest. I just hope that you’ll forgive me, For being a bitter, ruthless mess.