Olga's Poetry & Thoughts

I don't believe in soul mates, but I do believe That a life of happiness can be shared With someone special We're not teenagers anymore So the bar is higher The expectations are raised In sickness and in health, we promise It's easy to find someone Who will share your good times Buttered popcorn at the movies Cosmo cocktails at the bar Dancing the night away It's easy to find someone Who will declare, "I love you" Who will kiss you smoothly Like melted chocolate on your tongue It's tragically easy To hold hands at the park Feed the pigeons Go ice skating in the winter And camping in the summer Meet each other's families Buy a bouquet of roses at the grocery store What is difficult What is true love Is staying together through the storms The ones that put leaks in your roof The outside forces drip drip dripping Into your living room Your beloved grandma's death Drip The decision to have kids, or not Drip A mental breakdown Drip An awkward reunion wi...

When I was a little girl, My parents were sacred Each word they uttered was a prophecy Every action was to be replicated They were as close to gods as I could get They fed me, housed me, educated me For that I am forever grateful When you grow older  And have a life of your own How do your parents fit into the picture? A precarious relationship needs to be rewritten Roots dug up from the ground and replanted It is a painful but necessary process For if the parents never let go And keep their adult child rooted too close to home Resentment will fester, grey mushrooms and fungus will grow In place of bone white lilies Parents, strong oak trees, providing shade and shelter Can also cloud over and suffocate their flowers Trying their best to bloom in their shadow When I am a parent, I will know when to let go To let my offspring blossom Into a purple lilac on her own

They say that words can't hurt you But that can't be any further from the truth Some words can slice your heart in two Some feel like eating a bowl of metal Other words taste like fluffy meringue pie Like soft, comforting words from a friend Words have the power to lift you up to the sky Or bury you alive under their weight Other words are like sour candies Sweet at first, until you ruminate To their sickly citrus centres Words can embrace you like a warm hug Or they can feel like an ice cold bath Entire relationships have begun, suffered, and Disintegrated because of a few words Our whole society hinges on a treatise of words A bundle of paper and ink Keeps criminals from wreaking havoc So when they say words can't break your bones Don't listen to them; words can amputate your spirit And leave you hobbling for weeks Or perhaps for the rest of your life Words can be love letters or death threats So don't ever claim That your words mean nothing

In the sky there hangs a white crescent moon, It shines bright on the big city below. I'm all alone, but I won't be soon, The ghost in the night, she comes and she goes. I hear her in the kitchen brewing tea, And then she comes to my bedside and stares. I feel her dark eyes piercing straight through me, In the dark, her face is ghastly and pale. She's haunting me yet I do not feel scared, There's something familiar about her stance. I'd reach out and talk to her if I dared, I'd ask her out for a midnight slow dance. The ghost lady is my past self, you see, It's me being terrified of what I can be.

They say to “forgive and forget” But forgetting is impossible When someone has wounded your heart The cuts don’t disappear, they sting More faintly, over time But to forgive? That’s within the realm Of meek human possibility Not saying that it’s easy to do Forgiveness crumples the ego When we’ve been wronged We want to lash out and destroy An eye for an eye Hurt word for hurt word It takes an almost saintly resilience To say, I forgive you I love you, and wish you All the blessings in life For that is true forgiveness  

I want to howl at the moon And be wild, be free Take these stilettos of my feet And feel the sand in between my toes Chip my nails and let my hair grow long Sing from deep within my diaphragm  Not caring how bad I sound  After all, only the bluebirds can hear me I want to spend the day drenched in the sun's heat The evenings scavenging for berries Then fall asleep under a canopy  Of a thousand twinkling stars  Is this what freedom tastes like? Sweet nectar and earthy moss? Fuzzy caterpillars tickling my ankles As I'm picking mushrooms that are safe to eat And throwing them in my basket To be wild, be free To live in the forest is a dream A landscape in my mind A regression to a time before I was born Where we didn't wear stilettos 

Like a walnut, my heart's sealed shut No one but I can crack it open But I am always stuck in a rut Desperately tired of hoping For a decade, my muscles have been tense My poor body and mind constricted Like a snake, looking into my soul, intense My own heart's gotten me conflicted So I self-medicate with ramen noodles and wine And push the uncomfortable thoughts deep down But there's so much it can bear, this heart of mine And not enough noise for the bad thoughts to drown There is no running from your soul There is no solice in denial Sooner or later you have to take control So that you're ready to walk down the aisle Yes, walnuts are tough to crack But with love and patience it can be done When you get there, don't look back Know that you have won Yes, healing hurts, my heart's an open sore Admitting it is hard to do But now my heart's an open door 'Cause you love me, and I love you, too