Olga's Poetry & Thoughts

A frog can use its eyes to look around. It sees everything. The swamp, the flies, Its prey, its frog friends, its predators, The frog sees everything except for What is directly in front of its face. This is why you can catch a frog Very easily. Not by sneaking up on it From behind or from underneath Or by plotting a way to confuse it. It's easy. Just catch it by cupping Your palms over its face, and It won't even see it coming. That's life, that's my life, I'm a Frog and life wraps its fingers around me In the most conspicuous way. And I Don't fight it because I can't see What's ahead. Like a frog I see what Is the present, in the moment, with Complete ignorance of the danger that Lurks directly in front of me. Of the Hand that holds my destiny. That has The power to trap me and never let me go.

The empty sidewalks, the leering stares Not scared anymore, nobody cares Can it just be me and the moon Why does the sun have to come so soon I used to have dreams, now my mind's gone Seems like the crazy in my head has won The silhouettes on the wall are my friends Those lonely romances, too, come to an end Let the darkness envelope me, keep me warm Let my insanity keep me away from the storm Trying not to look at all I've left behind Don't feel pity, just look after me, I'm blind Keep marching on without destination Succumbing to every inclination Dissect every flaw, every whisper of fear Keep my mind foggy, keep my thoughts clear Wishing I had no memory Wishing I had no sympathy Can this feeling that I can't comprehend Be killed, mutilated, put to an end? Can it be walked out? Talked out? Can it be drunk, drunk, drunk and knocked out? My mind is just a hamster wheel Getting tired, when really all I feel Is insomnia and a case of common sen...

I'm not a role model, an intellectual, a poet. I'm not a good person and I'm not an evil person. I am just a member of the species  Homo sapiens . I am blood, guts, and bone. I am an amusement park of veins. My heart feels no pain or pleasure; my heart just pumps blood. It would be silly to think that there is a deeper purpose, when I am a bundle of nerves wrapped in naked, papery skin. Why would I be part of a grandiose plan? I am just an animal. There is no logic in the animal kingdom. There is no philosophy and no art; just a hierarchy of animals that kill and eat one another. We are part of that kingdom. Maybe Hobbes was right. Without security, we would be cannibals. Without morals, we would be foxes. Without politics, we would be wild. We are wild. We are not ladies and gentlemen. We are panthers and wolves. We huddle in packs and howl at midnight just for the fun of it. We flee from danger by scurrying away like scared little squirrels. We would do anything for o...

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.

The lamp is plugged into the wall It's shining but there is no spark It's connected but it still feels dark I wish love could be resurrected But when a light bulb is defective It must be recycled, right? I wish passion could be turned on At the flip of a switch I wish I could think passionate thoughts Like I did when the lamp warmed my heart When I thought I could die with you and I'd be happy I could breathe the same air and I'd fly I am always and only thinking of you Now the lamp is plugged in And the cord is frayed Switching on and off Isn't easy as it used to be

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 ...

The world used to be full of people People who ate and talked and lived They all had the same haircut and black loafers They never cut their fingernails   They carved their names into tree trunks for fun They fished to replenish their stomachs The world used to be full of these people Where have these carefree people gone? We have been cursed with external attraction Even animalistic desires are less brutish Than the images we digest Of people who are not really people People who are trapped in tight cow skins Strangled in bow ties and neck ties Wearing heels that could be used for combat People who are stringed together by bones Nothing more, nothing less Bones, skin, muscle, fat A concoction of body parts That are labeled and shipped off To find a soul mate: a lover of bones All we see is the external attraction Things that we don’t see, don’t exist, right? Ghosts and werewolves Witches and spirits God and morality No, there ...