Olga's Poetry & Thoughts

I’ve seen you suffer during those days When you came home with your eyes dull and glazed Then you reached for the chocolates and you cried I failed to make you happier, though I tried I’ve seen you fall in love and out of it so quick You yearned for more honey just as thick Honey, the sugar will freeze with the snow And your new honey will have nowhere to go I’ve seen you malnourished as you fed On nothing but instant noodles and bread It grieved me as I rested my head on your lap To see you stuck in a sad little trap I’ve seen you happy as a person can be And on those days I was dappled with glee For you came home livelier than you usually are And in your hand you had salmon mix in a jar

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 ...

           There were two people at the beginning of time- a man and a woman. They were cold to each other. They slept on opposite sides of the creek and each one of them scavenged for food on their own. There was an abundance of plants and animals that they could choose from. Although they were young, they suffered. They knew no other life but this one. They settled in this lonely paradise, accepting it as their only reality. They didn’t communicate with each other because they were too scared to. People are wild and unpredictable. They can be boiling teakettles one day and sanguine sloths the next. It is indisputably easier to avoid the complexities of human nature entirely.             One day, a heavy storm hit the land, and the man and woman huddled together beneath the leafiest tree they could find. The man took the woman’s hand and breathed on it, making it warm. They looked into ea...

When I looked into your eyes, I saw blue dragon's feet on a platter, I saw raw hatred, killing batter, I saw a rabbit roasting over a fire, I saw a sunken-faced orphanage choir. When I looked into your eyes, Sharpened arrows ripped my flesh, The wound hollowed, open and fresh, (Like a coconut that's been cracked in two, The juice sweet and mellow just like you). When I looked into your eyes, I was reminded of a time of despair, Of your grin and my bottle blonde hair, Of a swig of courage that caused much pain, Of a wintry day, below zero, all rain. When I looked into your eyes, I knew that you were the nectar of misery, I knew that you did not deserve my sympathy, Because you killed me underneath clear skies, Whilst looking into my broken eyes.