Olga's Poetry & Thoughts

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

I dreamt that you and I were beneath a cherry tree (The one that you planted in the dark soil for me) The earthworms slithering at our feet The taste of the black currants so sweet I miss those days when the world seemed grand Even on the smallest, humblest slice of land Who needs TV when you’re lying with me Underneath the shade of the brown walnut tree? Running water and light are mere luxuries It’s like the human race has caught a disease We’d all be happier on the earth with the beetles The grass prickling our skin like small needles The smell of the carrots, tomatoes, and beets Tingling our noses in the dense summer heat Let’s go back to when simplicity was at its prime When we had no worries, and only had time Image source: https://www.saatchiart.com/art/Painting-Pastoral-Scene-Cows-Resting-in-the-pasture/868810/3618067/view

Since a young age, we girls are told That Prince Charming is raw and bold That one fateful day when our eyes do meet I’ll behold a smile and glance so sweet I’ll forever know that he’s the one Into the sunset we will run I was never told that love’s a mess A numbing game of playing chess All that’s missing are the pawns And the checkerboard is also gone Love’s not linear, but rather round Chasing one’s own tail around I want Prince Charming, and want him now But he’s out of reach, I don’t know how To be a true suburbanite With my kids, flying kites Gardening tulips at dawn While Prince Charming mows the lawn But I digress—true, love’s a mess A curse that leaves you in distress There’s no straight path to destiny It’s a forest too dark to see Against all odds I’ll venture on For my life’s barely begun My heart is sprouting, still My soul lies on the windowsill Since a ...

--> Puerto Vallarta, 2018 --> All I want is simple perfection A clean-cut slice without defection A day so smooth that I ride its waves A day when my loud brain behaves All I want is relaxation Without the threat of dark temptation Of a friend, or food, or phone Just the peace of being alone All I want is a rendez-vous A sunset and just me and you I want to jar all the times Where my love was at its prime To capture them like fireflies To see the jolly in my eyes I just want endless vacation No matter where the destination