Olga's Poetry & Thoughts

Happiness is jumping in a pool of pink jellybeans Feeling the cool candy on my skin Happiness is enjoying the pleasures of life Without worrying about confessing my sins Whoever said that we are gluttons For biting juicy pears on the beach Must never have felt the sand in their toes They must have placed their own soul out of reach And what about greed? It's not all that bad To bury a pile of chestnuts for the spring All animals do it, so why shouldn't we? If it's greedy to love yourself, let it be Lust is the one that makes pastors blush Yet it's one of the greatest joys in the body A kiss and a dance, laughter and romance Why did we ever label this happiness as naughty? Have you ever seen a cat sad when it naps? It is okay to sometimes be lazy The body needs rest as does the mind Or the world will set fire from the crazy If happiness is a sin, then let me smile in hell Looking up at the do-gooders above For to live is to err, to cry, and to sing Happiness is pink jell...

I remember sushi and white wine Laying on the couch, entwined Singing high pitched shower tunes Re-watching childhood cartoons I remember spending all day in bed Going out all night instead Taking a bus around the block Having a picnic on a rock Red roses crumbling on the floor Carrying me up through the door Cooking spaghetti for two I miss the memory of you It's all snippets in the mind Of the time that's left behind I love myself and my mind too Which means I will always love you Not you as who you are today But the memory which will stay

If I could be a hedonist just for a day I'd drink and I'd gamble my whole day away I'd lay twisted up with you under the sheets And eat a copious amount of ice cream and sweets If I could be a hedonist just for a week My outlook on life would be a bit less bleak I'd bathe in wine and swim in iced tea I'd sunbathe all day near the blue sea Why are we taught that pleasure's a sin? When it's the only thing that provokes a grin I could sit all day with drool on my chin I could wear just slippers and bare my skin It's how nature intended for us to be Eating fruit, naked, beneath a pine tree Don't be afraid of the tale of Adam and Eve We've grieved enough for humanity I have not an ounce of moping left to spare Life's too short to be stuck in one square If I could believe that we could be free Then a happy hedonist, I would be

I wish we could be Under the sea Just you and me ‘Cause I turn to foam When I’m all alone I wash up ashore In seaweed and gore I want to roll in the sand I want to dance on the land But it’s not meant to be Not you and me Salt water makes you cry Deserts make me dry You’re too far away So alone I will lay Image: https://www.saatchiart.com/art/Painting-Girl-at-the-beach/726154/3734677/view

In the end, it's all the same Every French kiss in the rain Every hand you'll ever hold Even when your heart is cold Every inch of skin you've felt Every sweet cologne you've smelt Every look's that made you melt Is made on a conveyor belt It's part of the same sorrow plan It's how God has punished man To make love like ecstasy To make you dismiss reality And to fall into a helpless trance Of laughter, chocolate, and romance You play with fire and you dance You know the odds, but take a chance In the end, it's all the same All the bliss and all the pain All the kisses taste so sweet We search until we feel complete Image source: https://falacarte.files.wordpress.com/2012/07/kiss-under-spring-rain.jpg

Here at honeymooners anonymous, we welcome people coming from every stage of lustful self-destruction. We particularly aim to help those who are addicted to the honeymoon phase. Yes, addicted. And pills can't fix it. Because when you first meet a person and their lips taste like honey, you assume that they must always taste like honey, that you and them will be in a stasis, a trance, a tasty eclair filled with a never-ending flow of creamy love. But one day your beau eats onions. No longer tasting like sweet sugar, you stop, re-evaluate. Why settle for onion breath when there are honeys buzzing all around you? The full moon comes ever so soon, and before you know it your love is gone too.  Every full moon you transform, like a werewolf, from a man to a rabid creature.  On the hunt, on the prowl, so here you are. Seeking perfection. An immaculate pair of hands to hold, fingernails trimmed long but not too long, French manicure and Italian perfume. Perfection. ...

Falling in love is easy Because falling is simply a mistake Caused by a crack in the sidewalk Or a crack in your heart You must always get up after you fall Hence, falling is a transitory state Between a mistake and your fate Yes, falling in love is easy Whereas staying in love is hard Standing still in a world where lovely faces pass you by You're in a stasis cause you've found the apple of your eye When you see him you feel warm as apple pie Stay in love. You can do it if you try. Staying in love makes us human Staying in love makes us age like fine wine Running, tripping, and falling in love... Makes us run too fast towards the finish line So ask yourself: do you want to be an animal? Or do you want to be free? Are you attracted to the peacock with the finest feathers? Or to the raven with the warmest heart? Do you believe in a forever? Or do you think that everything will fall apart? You can get up from falling, yes, there are left only a few bruises ...

            Although you were the nicest, most beautiful woman I ever met, you were simply too good to be true. This is the last you will ever hear from me. I loved you.             R.T.             Stella found this note on her bedside table, tucked beneath a candle and a mangled copy of the New Testament. She read it over and over again, as she prepared her morning coffee and let her dog out into the backyard. She sat on her sofa and continued to stare at the note, hoping that it would make sense the more she tried to decipher it. Was there a hidden code? Was it a metaphorical verse? Stella was most hurt by the constant use of past tense in the short paragraph (I loved you) with the –d so undisguised, so brash, and so horrid, she was almost afraid to read it as “loved” instead of “love.” Richard still loved her, or so...

Mechanical motions Like a train or a car It's so easy and  Feels so smooth to Ride a train and  Let it take you Anywhere. Mechanical motions Take you places Take you nowhere Take you everywhere Take you where Your heart beats fast. I like going nowhere Just enjoying the ride On a train or a car With fingers entwined Heart beats in sync With the radio. Mechanical motions As simple as speech As natural as movement As liberating as song This, too, is lust. Making love to no one Making love to every one What is the difference? When it is only my reflection I see in the rear view mirror. Mechanical motions Robotic, artificial Forced, surreal Yet at the same time Complex, innate Enticing, fragrant Like a rose  So tempting to touch So painful to hold. Mechanical motions When I do this to you Do that to me This way, you are just A reflection of me And I make love to No one; no pain ...

There was something about the way he talked. He made anyone who was near him feel a sudden sense of unease. The way his words shot from his mouth like hot bullets, maiming all those who were in his proximity. There was this peculiar way he squinted his eyes so you weren’t sure if he was falling asleep or straining his eyelids to keep himself focused on evildoing.             He was the type of man who didn’t believe in God. He was cynical about absolutely everything, from the long line up at the coffee shop to the very meaning of existence. In fact, he told me that he killed God. We were sitting out on the front porch one nigh staring at the stars. What do you see up there? he asked me. The heavens, I said. He smirked and told me that he killed God long ago. I thought the idea was impossible. And then he said in a suddenly stern voice: I have something to tell you. Because I’m wiser than you. I’m a man. I’ve been through more tha...

Let's fall so hopelessly in love that we forget our names Let's dance in the bliss of ignorance so no two days will be the same I've been feeling like a schoolgirl lately and my skirt's above the knees Just to see you turn your head around one hundred eighty degrees I've been swooning like a desperate widow lately and I'm breaking down I've been scanning all the faces hoping that I'll see you around I've been smiling at my cell phone and flirting with the sky I've been acting like a madman and you are the reason why Please let's sit just a little closer so I can hold your hand 'Cause then you'll fall in love with me if all does go as planned And once you've fallen in love with me there is no going back I will hoist you on a train ride and we'll be going down the track I hope that you will let me peel your clothes off to the floor I hope your lips taste as good as they look, or maybe even more I want the smell of ...

A while back, I wrote about the things I looked for in my "other half" ( http://www.olgapoetrytree.blogspot.ca/2013/01/on-origin-of-love.html )- respect, intellectual stimulation, devotion... These things are important, but now I'm starting to think that I'm looking for something much deeper than that. I am on a personal quest to discover myself as a student, a daughter, a writer, a woman, a human being with qualities that contribute to society. And at the same time I wish that my quest will intertwine with someone else's, and that this someone will help me on my quest as much as I will help him. A while back, I gave up. I forgot about my personal quest and I got lost in a forest of self-destruction and defeat. Now that I am getting back on my wobbly legs, like a newborn calf, I am starting to realize that the person I want to share my journey with has to do much more than just fulfill my basic requirements. His high paying career path is a plus, but not a must. H...

I dreamt last night that we were sipping wine That you climbed for me up the grape vine My hair a mess and fingers entwined Plans for brunch at two-can-dine You planted kisses on my feet Like little candies, sticky sweet Semi smiles beneath the sheet Laughs were heard across the street Everything was out of place I wasn't even hard to chase You ripped too easily through the lace But I couldn't say no to that face I felt a raw chunk of emotion Didn't care about love's devotion Hollow heart and heated motion Was the abyss of the ocean Two-can-dine and two can lie So we both thought of an alibi You sucked the flower 'til it ran dry I never wished to say good-bye But you left to go back to your lover Of course I knew you had another So I crawled home to my mother Took three days for me to recover I wish you'd appear every night In my mind as I shut the light Then one day, I just might See your real fa...

Feeling just a bit desperate (Like those people on the subway who feel the need to check their phones the second the train goes above ground for 3.5 milliseconds and they receive 200 new texts and 20 missed calls) Desperate for a wholeness that I can't seem to reach (But even when a nail is hammered into a wooden door, they are not whole but merely co existing until the wood rots or someone hangs a picture frame that's slightly tilted and the nail is taken out, away, far away from the door) Desperate because I want you around me, on me, beneath me and in me (simultaneously, continuously, and precariously) but at the same time I want you to forget, regret, fret, and direct your whole being to anything but me Because I wish I were a mellow melon instead of a melodramatic drama lemon, sour and cold and bitter, a lemon that stings open wounds when taken out of the refrigerator and rots on the table and is left alone in the fruit bowl as everyone takes the bananas and gra...

Let’s go round on that carousel I’ll put you underneath my spell We can fight the dark all night We’ll paint ourselves in black and white Our lips will touch on the Ferris wheel My cold skin perched upon the steel If you retreat, I’ll give you pie I’ll let the chocolate spill on my thigh When the acrobats slice the air I’ll lead you to the dancing bear If you’re lost and about to slip I’ll tame the tiger with a bullwhip I’ll waste some cash and play horseshoe And win a stuffed monkey just for you We’ll eat candy apples beneath the moon And pretend it’s a lazy night in June There’s no escape from this parade But there’s no need to be afraid Climb on the horse and ride with me You will like the clowns, you’ll see ‘Cause life is just a carnival of joy I’m just a girl, you’re just a boy