Olga Valerevna

Olga Valerevna Jan 2014

Explicit

in walking through the corridors of earth & space & time
i felt myself a mendicant of everybody's mind
a step away from decency my feet began to ache
was humanly impossible for me find escape
to pave a path then take it back is not the way it works
i hollowed out a trail of holes - mortality, it lurks
so if you see a skeleton or something of the like
the shell i am will one day be a different kind of sight

[ikˈsplisit]
adj: stated clearly and in detail, leaving no room for confusion or doubt

Olga Valerevna Jan 2014

Unwoven Bone

I couldn't keep my hands from holding tighter on to you
to use myself to weigh you down was all that I could do
and now the time has passed us by without a single stop
I still do not know what we are, I know what we are not
when you became familiar in the strangest kind of way
I had to take a step aside, I knew I'd gone astray
my feet have stumbled long enough for me to walk again
and every insecurity I had is lying dead
we cannot resurrect ourselves, we shouldn't even try
for one of us is more alive and so the other, dies
continue on without the weight of me inside your thoughts
my hands are holding nothing but the air that I once fought

Olga Valerevna Jan 2014

One two times

get down from there you little girl
'cause your escape is not this world
and when your feet touch earth again
release the fear that you will end
your flesh and bone does not define
a filter of a different kind
on top of everything you are
exist'a mind, albeit scarred
like sap that forms upon a tree
your wounded head will bleed to be
and all the matter you once had
returns to you, do not be sad
'cause little girl there's hope for you
remember me, I fell once too

I am just like you.

Olga Valerevna Jan 2014

Constant

In living with my
apathy I've
come to know it well
A side
of me beside
of you, I'm
lonely but I fell
Remember
when you went
away, a
key was all
I had
I never
took it to
your door, I
wanted to so bad
And any
time it took
to put it underneath
the ground
Does not
compare to what I
felt when
you came back around
The ins and outs
of you and I have
always mimicked this
A paradigm we
couldn't
change, we sealed it
with a kiss
A salty kind
of bittersweet
is all that
I can taste
The rush in
wanting not to
take a
single step in haste

I knew you before I met you.

Olga Valerevna Jan 2014

Pestañas

I tried to write a paragraph without a single pause
But every time I moved my hand the end was all I saw
And how would people understand what led to my demise
If I could not explain myself enough to recognize
Forgive me this - my lack of words, I must've just presumed
That anyone who knew me well would read between and through
It seems my haste in getting where I thought I'd never be
Has taken me precisely there and now I disagree
The spaces on the paper wait in hopes that I return
My mumbling is louder now, I still cannot discern
The lashes on my skin are matched with those upon my lids
I haven't written anything if you are reading this

eyelashes

Olga Valerevna Jan 2014

A Happy

I think I left a part of me in someone else's hands
I'm counting on my memory to tell me where I am
But what if all the tracks I laid begin to disappear
Will anybody know the way that gets me out of here
I hear the train inside my head delivering the news
Your sense of rationality was beaten black and blue
Suppose there be a remedy for every kind of pain
Or I could simply use a mask to hide it all the same
I wonder if I'd recognize the face I used to see
My home is not the place I had believed it once to be

Olga Valerevna Jan 2014

We kept our eyes on the sun

I know a man who melted in the layers of my skin
And I will call him Icarus, now where do I begin -

I met him in the middle of the earth and all its time
A moment I cannot recall, a true forever's why
The wax from every question mark his mind could ever draw
Had taken on another form, a vein he never saw
And so it was a pair of eyes much different from his own
Became a house he'd recognize and even call his home
The company he found within enabled him to wake
A kind of curiosity he fought but couldn't shake
For underneath the rigidness his character sustained
Was but a man alive and well with everything to gain

title taken from The Bear Romantic's, "The End"