Olga's Poetry & Thoughts

This is how you should act if you want to be a tease Just drop a pen and twirl around 360 degrees Bite your lip and shoot a glance that will make his heart raw And wear a shirt that reveals just a sliver of your bra Ask a question that you definitely know the answer to Then nod and smile and act as if he's a genius to you Compliment his scent and ask if he likes yours Then yawn and sigh, play hard to get, as if he is a bore When your lips are a shade just right When your dress is almost too tight When your smile is fake and bright When you're sad, alone at night This is when it's time to tease To have the men beg at your knees To have them buy you champagne and flowers So that you're occupied at every hour To disguise your loneliness with a mad, feigned power

The present is all that exists The candle does not rise as it burns It collapses onto itself The bird does not stop singing because, two weeks ago, it got its feelings hurt It sings now because this morning is all that exists History has brought us monuments, Mozart, and star-cross'd lovers Which haunt and awe us today, but cease to exist in tact They are just relics Like an empty wine glass with lipstick stains Or crumpled petals and flower remains Like old movie tickets hidden in a drawer Or a stolen sweater that smells like cologne Yet the present is all that is real That is tangible, that is whole The heart beat, the hum of the fridge, mango hair spray An itch in the neck, a twitch of the nose, a cat's meow Is all of reality Mundane and sublime The aged fruit of old time Rotten berries on the window sill will keep on rotting Good old pals will continue being forgotten The past should not be disturbed The birds, the squirrels, the r...

As Father Snow turns the world blue-grey I think about tulips on a snowy day I think about Spring even though she is dead Father Snow captured her and tore off her head He transformed the world into ice and metal All beauty that remains is one tulip petal Each year the sad couple kisses again And the world is saved from frostbite and pain And the heart is kept from heavenly song If only for a moment, or not even so long For there will be a day when the tulips will prime In the middle of winter; it will be the time To surrender to the snow and humbly pray And allow the late Spring to show me the way When the heart is lost and the sky is grey I can only think about tulips on a sombre day

I am a rose, My heart budding. My stem grows, My tears flooding. Refrain from touch, My thorns prickle. Just try to kiss me, Blood will trickle. Confine me to a vase, I will break free. I’ll burn you inside, As you did to me. I am a rose, My heart sheer. I am a fighter, My future is clear.

Tulips hang their heads at night Sometimes I wonder why Roses close their arms in fright While the dampened soil turns dry Sometimes I wonder why The owls scavenge with the moon While the dampened soil turns dry Leaving white mice to their doom The owls scavenge with the moon Needlessly boasting as they go Leaving white mice to their doom Maple trees swaying to and fro Needlessly boasting as they go Hunters stomping through the wood Maple trees swaying to and fro Shooting as carelessly as they could Hunters stomping through the wood Maple trees swaying to and fro Shooting as carelessly as they could Needlessly boasting as they go

I am in a particularly deep thinking/the world is beautiful mode, so I decided to write another one of those depressing/OMGWTF type of poems (: Just some thoughts that have been going through my mind that I decided to share with the 2-3 (4!!?) people who read this blog. Enjoy Today, I looked at myself in the mirror. Not in a doing-my-makeup sort of way. No, this surpasses eyeliner of any kind Today, I learned who I am Hey, maybe I'm not that pretty after all Mom just tells me so just because she has to My grades? Average, nothing Harvard worthy Do I deserve the praise? Perhaps compliments means nothing. No matter how many times they tell me how special I am... I'm just one among the millions Of the people living in the world When I die, who will remember me? Over time, I will be forgotten And the only remains of me will be The waves in the stormy, rolling sea Those were my thoughts as I stared into my eyes. Just like daisies cry and tarnish Emotions come and go Not a daisy in...

As a single red rose, Hangs its head low For it knows its time has come As a single petal, Kisses the ground For its day has only begun... Many quarrel that, Life is unfair But hell, what can we do? The black thunderclouds Are far from forgiving They will , and shall, corrupt you For the world is full, Of ignorance, hate People who don't understand... Smokestacks and chimneys Are murdering us slowly, Hailing evil with a gentle hand Polar bears melting Habitats waning Wildlife unable to scavenge a meal We are turning our noses Against the reality Thinking, no, this is not real What is of more importance- Planet Earth or Economy? In this world, it's trivial to tell When greed is a parasite Latched on us, tight Us weaklings unable to repel Yes, life is unfair Alas, not much I can do Than sit here and wonder, Recheck and ponder, Is this, All really, True?