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Olga Valerevna Apr 2014
You force yourself to stay within the lines you didn't draw
I'd ask you why you're doing this but cannot be so raw
Instead I'll go along with all the choices that you make
And put the pressure somewhere else until it is too late
So when the ticks and talks become a voice you do not hear
Remember then that spoken time has said, the end is near
Asylum is for everyone but not for all the same
I think you understand it too, you see the patterns change
Directly interfering with the process undergone
Will neither make it easier nor any bit less long
I wonder who I'm talking to or what I even say
I've stepped away from every sense of sense I ever made
Olga Valerevna Apr 2014
I've built myself a tower at the bottom of the sea
The water rises high as it envelops all of me
I've turned into a swimmer and the fish don't seem to mind
I wonder if they'll ever see that I am not their kind
Or maybe we become the things we choose to be around
With all of these dimensions who's to say that I will drown  
The point is if I do there's somewhere else that I can go
If everything is everywhere, we're always never *home
Where do I go from here?
Olga Valerevna Apr 2014
You carried me for many months and thus became my world
My hands are shaped like yours because I am your little girl
I could've let you go if you had said that's what you wish
But every word I heard you speak was opposite of this
I saw the life you thought you lost and held it close for you
Believe me when I say that's what I knew I had to do
I look at you the same today as I did even then
Before I ever breathed the air of everywhere you'd been
And there are times when all I need to do is go inside
To let the warmth of who you are wash over like a tide
The closer that I come to you the less I feel alone
I guess it's true what people say - some people feel like home
for my mother who carried me so I could carry her
Olga Valerevna Apr 2014
We sat upon the swings until the night could take us home
And travelled in the dark without a single doubt to know
Rejecting every mask that fear could use our face to wear
I looked into your eyes to see that I was in your care
That I could even share with you the moments that I have
Creates in me a gratitude for everything I'd lacked
Perhaps we'll never be again the way that we once were
But what was then and what is now has made us ever sure
That faith inside a moment has a power we can feel
It challenges our hearts to seek the only thing that's *real
when Peter meets Cornelius
Olga Valerevna Apr 2014
Tell me something more about the life inside your head
Where it is you go when every part of you is dead
Maybe I can come along so you won't have to talk
I'll see it with my own two eyes, I'll follow as you walk
And even if you set a pace that I cannot maintain
I'll make my way with caution like I'm falling in the rain
I'll read you like a story you have bound within yourself
And yours will be the only book I set upon my shelf
I'd like to spend my days rereading every single page
Let life into your words, they're not a trap, you're not a cage
Olga Valerevna Apr 2014
There's nothing you can do make her leave or walk away
There's not a single word or phrase or saying you could say
She's not the kind of girl who will untie herself from you
And certainly unlike the one who split you once in two
You know what you are doing now but can you guarantee
That you will know what steps to take when it is time to leave
Intentions can be laced with things we do not comprehend
With people who do everything they can to play pretend
So when you look into the eyes of she who stole the sun
Remember then, the other girl who shined on everyone
Olga Valerevna Mar 2014
it
happened in september, i remember it so well
a day inside the life of someone going back to hell
but what could you have possibly forgotten to forget

to process in your memory as something you'd reset
for on the day you let it in your tracks were made anew

the very ones you worked so hard to gradually remove
and now the square you're sitting in is labeled with a one
the mind you dress with heaviness you beg to be
*undone
memory lane can bring memory pain
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