Olga's Poetry & Thoughts

Looking out the window, I see peoples' lives In tiny lit boxes, apartments in the sky Everyone surrounded by four white walls Walls which have no emotions at all Walls which have kept us so disconnected Not a single soul has not been affected By the loneliness, the frustration The tech divide of our generation I see people on the platform, eyes on their phone Crushing candies, texting their partners back home What if we stopped and decided to be here? To be present and sober, mind in the clear? To be rid of the walls and free of the screens To remember what true happiness means The people living in apartments in the sky That is all of us, that's you and I What's the meaning of it all? Are we alone? We won't find the answers to that on our phone Google can't tell you if you've found the one You can't game away your anxiety none You can't binge watch your emotions away Sooner or later, you'll have to pay To leave the walls, to take a risk To see all th...

Idle hands are the devil's workshop Or so I've been told My idle hands have been baking, Writing, reading, typing, clicking, Cooking, cleaning, washing Themselves into a slow oblivion The hands on the clock stand still Yet my hands and mind cannot Idle hours are precious when scarce But a curse when in abundance

If I told you all my secrets The ones resting deep in the crevices of the things That I’d like to forget I wonder, would you still look at me the way you do? With love and innocence in your eyes You wish you could hold on to me, grow on me Like moss does on smooth rocks So that we become one, a habitat And we can’t live without each other But if I told you all my secrets Would you still want to be so entwined with me? Or would you swim far, far away To be with fish that have less baggage in the sea Picture: https://fineartamerica.com/art/paintings/fish

A duck sat by a river looking at its reflection Wondering, where will I go? What do I do? When I die one day will anyone remember me? Will I catch a bite tomorrow? Will the nice ladies from down the block come in their bright sundresses and feed me stale bread crumbs while gossiping about other women? Why am I a mallard? Why can't I have been a beautiful swan, elegant and to be envied, instead? Why must I make such hoarse, pathetic sounds? Quack! Quack! Quack! Putting aside all that, why can't I have been born a male duck instead? With their striking green plumage, the purple glitter on their wings, and their mustard yellow beaks? Why must I be a little brown critter? I look like a sad mop! Where will I be five years from now? Ten? Will I have ducklings, or will I be long digested in a fox's stomach by then? What rivers will I swim in, and which ones will I never have the chance to visit? On what day will I swim my final swim? So many things going through the...

I had a dream that I was walking through a deserted subway train terminal. The hallways were winding and there were no direction signs anywhere, no maps, and no points of reference. It did not seem that late at night, but every underground store was closed. The place smelled like the eerie remains of all the souls who passed through the terminal that day: baby powder, cinnamon buns, vanilla scented cigarillos, sweaty underarms after working a long day at the construction site... the place smelled, most of all, like aching ligaments and the longing to drown oneself after spending a day sitting in an office. Drown in whiskey, or an odd romance, or insanity. Everyone who passed through the bus terminal that day had wanted to drown. I could also hear the echoes of stale voices, which were happy just a few hours before, but now seemed like ghosts. Children's laughter, recovering addicts spitting loudly into the garbage cans, the rusty wheels of old strollers squeaking through the windin...

I am feeling a little bit lonely right now, and I can't explain why... Oh yes, because my mom is out and it is just me and my cat in my apartment right now, just like every other evening. I try to get used to it, but I just can't. Being on my own for so many hours a day is becoming unbearable. Other people have families, big families, their grandma and grandpa whom they can visit, a mom and dad, siblings... How is this fair? Why am I in such isolation? Bloodstream flaring for someone to be with, but habit holding me back... Myself and I, we mingle with each other We foster ourselves and help each other smile We saunter through parks, watch the telly Then relax, and dream for a while Myself and I, we spend late weekday evenings At home, tackling homework, until we are done Mom is out at her boyfriend's place Myself and I have to discover ways to have fun We read a book, we blog, we chat We fake that we are ordinary teens When in reality, all we have is dinner, ...