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Olga Valerevna Feb 2014
Remember being in my room and talking to the air
Although the others couldn't see I knew that you were there

And so I listened to the sounds escaping from my mouth
A song, a speech, a spoken word for earth to figure out

It's from the dirt we walk upon that every body's sewn
But skin and what is physical are nothing on their own

There be a second life within, a home we did not form
One some destroy with both their hands, a murderer is born

Remembered I am in a room the others cannot see
They've caught me talking to the air, I know you're here with me
John 8:58
Olga Valerevna Feb 2014
Blood* is not as thick as all the people may have thought
Bodies disappearing, being sold and being bought
We can either walk away until our time has come
Or keep our feet on something even when the rest go numb
Burn away the layers of the skin upon our backs
Trickle through the minds a generation of attacks
There is something sweeter than a lie within one's care
Riding on the edge of what should never have been there
Deep inside the center of the truth - you'll never die
People who are waiting there have told you with their lives
Maidan - for those who have fallen & those who continue to fight
Olga Valerevna Feb 2014
the air put your head in my own
said youll never leave me alone
but when will it scare you to stay
you walk, you cannot walk away
i need you to learn how to breathe
undo what youve done to the breeze
the weight will be carried by few
but shared until nothing is true
is that what you want to desire
to make of yourself but a liar
ive heard all the thoughts you dont speak
theyre all too familiar to me
you dont have to hide in my head
it mustve been something i said
the predecessor of the modern rifle
Olga Valerevna Feb 2014
There came a night when everything I never knew I kept
Escaped my skin, a whisper's breath - you held me and I wept
And somewhere in the time it took for me to settle down
The simple act of being calm seemed all the harder now
From then a salty kind of rain would daily burn my skin
And multiply the passageways through which I'd let you in
I needed them to flood enough for me to let you out
Create the kind of waterfall that made a single route
And as you'd drift away from me, return the strength I lack
Return to me a state of mind I want to set on track
Within the absence you'd supply I'd shed my weary gaze
And take another step toward the frame for which I'm made
Reciprocated.
Olga Valerevna Feb 2014
I can see your shadow coming closer in the dark
Growing like a tumor while I slowly fall apart
Nothing like a moment to remind you that you're weak
Grazing on the bits of truth you never fought to keep
Yet somewhere underneath the skin of what you have become
There exist the rudiments of silences to drum
But how do you identify a peace you cannot see
And put your trust in every part invisible to me
I am not the one who claimed your body as my own
So I will sit here ripping all the stitches we have sewn
And as the holes expose themselves the light begins to dance
Gradually consuming, letting go of what I can't
title taken from Run River North's, "Fight to Keep"
Olga Valerevna Feb 2014
I wonder if you know me, if it's well enough to see
That you are not the question mark you once had used to be
And it is not because of what you did or said or saw
Not that I'm denying the existence of it all
But I remember thinking - I am sick of what I am
I'm tired of pretending that I cannot understand
A fool is made of everyone, the peoples' flesh and bone
We share such commonalities yet often feel alone
By looking into someone else we try to see ourselves
And break another mirror, turn a body to a cell
Go back to what I said about the part with you and I
And let us clear the spaces we had both once occupied
on letting people in and on letting people out
Olga Valerevna Feb 2014
a touch of some humility may put you in your place
reveal the inconsistencies you thought you could erase
the kind of metamorphosis that colors on your skin
and turns it into something rather gossamer to spin

there  cannot be another you and nothing can compare
you're free to weave a web of what you want, as you so dare
the only thing that will affect the qualities you keep
is what you store inside your head from everything you see

the doors you close and open up are actually your eyes
the things you see make up the tree that either lives or dies
but this is taking far too long, perhaps I've said too much
yet isn't that the very thing that begs the human *touch
What does it mean to be human?
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