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Olga Valerevna Oct 2012
had you seen what you were eating
you'd have not fed this to me
I'm convinced that what is breeding
stained the bed with apathy

love was twice what you'd expected
bought with coins of earth and stone
keep them hidden in a satchel
you have threaded on your own

back in bed where time elapses
slips between our bodies rift
I collect the sheets in boxes
pack them neatly like a gift

one day when you need the feeling
you will find it with your soul 
in the corner of the ceiling
I'll be guarding what you sold
what happens when you try to sell something you can't buy
Olga Valerevna Oct 2012
i can't remember the
last time i died to
myself
Olga Valerevna Oct 2012
a fire was lit
in the sky today
pieces of ash covered
the clouds as they
swarmed around the sun
it grew so dark
you couldn't see your
hand if you held
it out in front
of you

that's when I realized
just how easy it
was to lose sight
of things
Olga Valerevna Sep 2012
The blinds on my windows are always closed

Hiding the things that I don't want exposed

Parts of my life will be scenes no one knows 

So I'll be content to proceed as it goes 

As long as I know what I'm doing is right

I have not the need for there to be light 

The hands by my face can carry my plight 

Up to the sky where it may take flight 

Then far and away where words become deeds

It'll  puncture and break my heart 'til it bleeds 

The liquid will spill my eternity's seeds 

For gardens in worlds I am destined to be
Olga Valerevna Sep 2012
the one they are and the one they want to be

      well this is me, fighting duality, making an attempt to wholly be free 

i can tell you assuredly - i'm not scared, admittedly 

i have no idea what it is that I'm doing
i don't understand what it is that I'm pursuing


if such is life I willingly, shall spend my days accordingly

i'll not expect too much you see, only take what comes to me

       i'll keep it close within my reach, hide from those who steal to be     

one of me grasps easily, the other let's go skeptically
Olga Valerevna Sep 2012
if there is no harvest, on what will you feast
but the rotting black corpse of all that's deceased

nature had planted its seeds and prepared
and waited on you to then grow what was there

bodies amassed in the fields, spread afar
but nobody was who they'd said that they are

they toiled and played while wasting their time
and none of them paid to the crops any mind

ripe in their ways and the choices they'd made
everyone thought they'd be welcoming grain

but Fall came around and revealed something else
that the only things grown were personal hells
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