Olga Valerevna

Olga Valerevna Aug 2012

you took away my memories, you took away my breath

the clock inside your body
moved the hands of time
aging all my senses fast
tearing at my spine

I can no longer feel you
or taste you in my mouth
but worse is still my vision
it saw you walking out

wearied by the ticking sound
coming from your steps
I breathe you in through memories
my mind will soon forget

Olga Valerevna Aug 2012

Said the fish to the sea

I am a fish and you are the sea
  Half of your waters contained within me
Frozen or flowing I need you around
  To keep me from earth that can gather and bound
I'm flaking with salt that falls off my bones
  Releasing itself into bodies unknown
Who will I save and who will I ****
  With the levels I spread taken in by the gill
Keeping away from the surface of light
  I swim in the deep and put up a fight
The pressure surrounds me on every side
  And within its grip it is harder to hide
The farther I go, the less that I see
   "Where is my sight?" said the fish to the sea

Olga Valerevna Aug 2012

The day and the blind

Did you know when you planted me
That I'd been corrupted from infancy
The shell of my seed contained a tree
That bore its branches without leaves
I have no root but a single key
That opens the door to an empty sea
It mimics the sound of the air I breathe
And shrivels the bark that my body needs
If you count my rings you'll make decree
That I have aged to death's degree
And yet I stand a mystery
While birds ignore my melody
If someone else could hear my plea
I'd raise my hands in revelry
But I can wait out time's ennui
And give myself entirely
To the notion that I'm wholly free
Til truth comes in so willingly
And asks if I can still perceive
I hope it's then that I will bleed
Into the earth what's left of me
A sap so hot I'd melt with ease
And disappear before the eve
I'd leave behind a memory
A thought alive for eternity
Then I'd find rest and lay in peace
Inside a day that I can't see

Olga Valerevna Aug 2012

you, me and Beelzebub

Let's you and I
Climb up high
Into this hive
And hide our lives
Inside

We'll disappear
Into our fears
So no one hears
Or sees our tears
We're mirrors

Come with me
My honeybee
I'll make you free
Just place your knees
Upon the tree

My home is dark
It's like this bark
And you're the spark
I need to start
My heart

Our light in beams
We'll invade dreams
And float like streams
In people's screams
It seems

A macrame
Of honey stains
Adorns the face
Of our dismay
And stays

We live and die
Inside our hive
Just you and I
Til the end of time
But why?

Olga Valerevna Aug 2012

Transposed

I'm watching the holes in your body expand,
the patterns within them obscure
Can you not see that you're being exposed,
how are you still so unsure?

Teeming with questions of relative size,
look to your dreams while there's time
Spend every second closing your eyes,
wait 'til the darkness subsides

Walk to the edge of the vision you're in,
gather the fruit from its tree
Store it away in a heap on your head,
carry it back to reality

When you return from your traveling state,
open your mouth and exhale
What you took in from the places you were
will slowly uncover a trail

The light from its soil reflects off your skin,
flooding the gates of your soul
With hands at your sides you look to the sky,
allow it to fill every hole

Olga Valerevna Aug 2012

The latter rain

It's been so hot these past few years
my sweat drips off in beads
Sometimes it's mixed with salty tears
I'm tasting all my needs

     This tongue is apprehensive now
     but tries to keep the peace
     Until its chant becomes a vow
     and mumbles without cease

  I wander down a curvy path
  while talking to the air
  I feel like I should take a bath
  but first I'd have to care

    Such filth I've known and come to see
    all over my own flesh
    The heat hits an intense degree
    and I begin to mesh

   Encased within a tangled knot
   The vines are getting thick
   I finally know what I am not
   and try to get out quick

It's then I hear the strongest cloud
forming from my pain
My silence grows to very loud
and welcomes latter rain

Olga Valerevna Aug 2012

This is what it's like to fly

There has to be a way to write this down
A letter I can draw to point it out
But fluids keep on running from this spout
My concentration's bled into a drought

It's like a glaze, my eyes turn shades of red
And suddenly I open up my head
As things crawl in I start to feel such dread
They make me think I'm talking, but I'm dead

My words walk out and cover any trace
Of what I used to show upon my face
And this remains - a sallow colored space
That holds the ***** water for my vase

My hand won't move to pour out anymore
It only fits the lock inside my door
And as I splatter all across the floor
I give in to delusions I will soar