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Jul 2013 · 978
The Salt & Samovar
Olga Valerevna Jul 2013
.
:::::::
there's
too much
sugar in my tea
i turned it upside down
but i had drank the cup
and so the nothingness came out
i tried to find another drop that
somehow hid away
and waited
for the water to unsettle all disdain
i heard the kettle whistling, the seconds to be
poured but i could feel myself become the steam that
hotly soared by disappearing perfectly, i'd managed to escape
and even if it burned me up it wasn't by mistake the candy man
would come again, of this i could be sure but company like his i knew
i'd not have to endure i flew above his crystal head and melted in the sky
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became the kind of additive that turned his tea to brine
sam·o·var /ˈsaməˌvär/
(n.) a highly decorated tea urn used in Russia
Jul 2013 · 608
A Mending
Olga Valerevna Jul 2013
There is a blessing that I cannot give
I fear if you take it I'll no longer live
I've gotten so close to releasing it still
Knowing i'd vanish once you got your fill
But all of the anger has bled from my bones
And love will restore what my body condones
The moment is here and delaying can wait
Surrender my words before it is too late
My mother's words ring true: manage peace.
Jul 2013 · 876
And the world is you
Olga Valerevna Jul 2013
Where is any sanity the world told me it had
For everywhere I look I see the creatures going mad
It must be in the water and the air that we all breathe
A kind of animosity that never takes reprieve
To linger there inside is the way for it feed
The appetite of villains who consume your every deed
Protection can be offered but it is not what it seems
An optical illusion that unravels in your dreams
But when they make you restless, the monsters in your head
Insomnia will settle on the weightiness of dread
And under all the pressure every body will retire
Dissevered by the senses and returned into the mire
title taken from Jealousy Curve's,"The world is you"
Jul 2013 · 611
The Summer Of
Olga Valerevna Jul 2013
I must've died a thousand times before I somehow came to find
A boy who knew the same as I
that we belonged inside the sky
And so the days would wander by
We'd gotten close, not asking why
For it was truth that made us fly
Until the middle of July
.
.
.
Our story ceased to carry on
Released our hands and we were gone
Direction put him down upon
The very carriage he had drawn
My voice was harsh, he heard it wrong
I said too much, a denouement
But save the chance he comes along I'll keep my voice to sing our song
a poem about an old familiar friend
Jul 2013 · 295
Four more (10W)
Olga Valerevna Jul 2013
times you will escape my mind
and then I'll take
the fifth.
Jun 2013 · 1.2k
Because you're manic
Olga Valerevna Jun 2013
With strangest precision
I made the incision
Inherent decision
Impairing my vision

My search was defined
The day I went blind
It somehow aligned
For me not to find

Fictitious revision
Brought will to submission
A juxtaposition
Arranged inquisition

So speak from your mind
And tick with the time
Awaiting reply  
You tarry, you die
Jun 2013 · 735
Man's Best Friend
Olga Valerevna Jun 2013
Awoke
one
night
to
find
myself
inside
the
strangest
room

Or
was
it
mine
I
couldn't
tell
my
head
became
a
tomb

I put away my body's bones and let my thoughts deny
The only voice I ever knew was my unhallowed cry

Unconsciousness had settled in and once again I slept
Of sanity, of any dream, of any peace bereft

Astray I went meandering to lock the open doors
And in the place that I had been I saw them on all fours

The foam continued pouring out from deep inside their traps
I stood there watching 'til the fear had caused me to collapse

So
cyclical
it
seemed
to
be
how
long
before
I'm
dead?

With
barking
banter
beckoning
I'd
join
them
in
their
bed
Jun 2013 · 784
Goes By The Moniker
Olga Valerevna Jun 2013
Upon the sign above your head a word was scribbled down
A group of letters making up for something more profound
Consider this - that you are not entitled to your name
And neither are you crucified for what you do not claim
It all becomes a foreign tongue, a book you cannot read
Propensity for vatic spells, to them you've taken heed
And so remark the cursive notes addressing every page
Your oath inscribed is legible to those who share your fate
Where are you going and who will you see?
Jun 2013 · 521
A Kindom Beyond Her Years
Olga Valerevna Jun 2013
Her eyelids lock like gates upon the home behind her eyes
And in her quiet dream's estate she wanders through the vines
The hands she has contain the marks of every single thorn
That one by one began to grow the moment she was born
And as the blood continues down to cover both her arms
She feels the cruor like a seal obstructing all that harms
Her flesh has been a canvas for the painting brush of time
A work completely visible when she unlocks her eyes
Jun 2013 · 450
Don't let them (10W)
Olga Valerevna Jun 2013
take your (he)art away, don't let them take your heart.
Olga Valerevna Jun 2013
I made you my confession room and opened up my mouth
Without a second thought began to pour my story out
And at the end of every day I could not understand
Why it was that I would feel the weightiest of hands
In slowly passing over me and resting on my head
I knew that they were learning me but why - could not have said
Amalgamated perfectly, my tendencies a prose
They're written down, immutable, the words that I once chose
Oh listener, what have you heard and what can you recite?
Tell the world what I told you, you do remember, right?
Jun 2013 · 337
Right now (10W)
Olga Valerevna Jun 2013
more than anything, I want to know you're here.



Speak.
Jun 2013 · 743
Anatoliy
Olga Valerevna Jun 2013
He doesn't sleep and cannot speak
His eyes are shot, his breath is weak
The time surpassed him long ago
And even this he did not know
But there is something in his hand
It's not a ring or talisman
A faithful pulse, his beat of course
It's rather slow and losing force
Yet when he focuses his mind
He sees the things he could not find
Apart from him, away and far
The pinnacle of who we are
A birds eye view is just enough
To give him rest 'til he wakes up
There are five in my family.
Jun 2013 · 646
The Coda
Olga Valerevna Jun 2013
I know I'll never be the same
A vicious wind offends my frame
And as I push against its will
I fight alone, I'm standing still
I hear my bones, they rattle on
A tune is made, becomes a song
And it is all that I can do
To sing along and think of you
Until I fall upon a note
And get it stuck inside my throat
My face is blue, my voice is lost
And I continue being tossed
For every change direction takes
My vocal cords reverberate
The echo fades and so do I
In silence rest - my last goodbye
Jun 2013 · 581
Stain mine
Olga Valerevna Jun 2013
Was freshly laid upon the b e d
a pillow rested 'neath her h e a d
And it was colored black and b l u e
recounting days involving y o u
Your story she had never h e a r d
yet seemed to swallow every w o r d
And in her sleep she made it k n o w n
that she was gone but not a l o n e
And when your hand would turn the p a g e
she'd once again endure the r a g e
The sheets you used to cover u p
was metaphor for all the l u s t
But one day soon she will be b l e d
be freshly laid upon the b e d
Jun 2013 · 912
So perfectly marooned
Olga Valerevna Jun 2013
She wrestled with her sanity like those who couldn't think
Enduring its profanity, the bitterest of drink
And as the taste began to drain from every single pore
The girl who held the cup in hand tried settling the score
But thirsty heads can only take offense to every move
And in the end proclaim defeat, surrender what is due
So spill it out, the time is now, as it has always been
A glass of equanimity, unshakable by whim
"Only love is all maroon."
May 2013 · 849
At the borderline
Olga Valerevna May 2013
A traveler once came to me to tell me where he'd been
But every word that left his tongue would land upon my skin
Internalizing what I did had not left any space
And so the pressure climbing on just settled on my face
Expressions changing all too fast I started losing ground
Collecting only ***** air that morphed into a sound
And when I opened up my mouth it made its way inside
A deafening cacophony was crashing like a tide
The flood I felt was something like a temporary rest
Accumulated over time I couldn't seem to test
And then I knew, I understood the purpose driven fall
The plan my shaking hands had drawn was bowing to the call
May 2013 · 874
Underneath the floorboards
Olga Valerevna May 2013
I know what I mean when I say it
Though you think I'm talking in code
A fancier truth I will forfeit
When I'm in your humble abode

I only delay in your absence
If you are away in your head
But time is the killer of nonsense
So words that are weak can lie dead

I've seen what I needed to witness
A carefully crafted display
And I am no longer a harness
My fibers have started to fray

The process began on the fringes
The very outside of ourselves
And somehow undid all the hinges
To doors binding both of our hells
title taken from Copeland's, "I'm a Sucker for a Kind Word"
Olga Valerevna May 2013
I wonder why the people here have planted all these
trees
With roots so deep inside their heads, grown in through
memories
The branches form a canopy, a place for light to
rest
In dormancy procure a way to lay upon your
chest
Forgotten words once kept within will open up your
core
And so release a perfect tongue not spoken
a
n
y
m
o
r
e
May 2013 · 609
The foolish (10W)
Olga Valerevna May 2013
thoughts that you have kept
surround your heart, instill regret
you can beat yourself to death
May 2013 · 681
Master, may I?
Olga Valerevna May 2013
Forge a line upon the vein of everything alive
A ceiling for the blood to touch when you are in your mind
The walls are four, foundation gone, and yet your structure stands
Even though you hold it now with shaking bluish hands
Commit to this and you will see that as the seconds pass
The marble stone you once possessed no longer stays in tact
And as the remnants dissipate they mix with flesh and bone
To resurrect the paradigm that you can be your own
May 2013 · 463
Coccydynia
Olga Valerevna May 2013
as I was walking in your shoes you put your feet in mine
paralysis took over and you rested on my spine
I moved as though I knew the pain was lulling you to sleep
and so I focused on the road I saw in front of me
a carrier of many things
I kept you closest still
for I could not submit myself to any other will
I let the salt from everything flow out of both my eyes
in daily liberation from the questioning, the whys
to have you here reminding me that we are still the same
is all I need to get us through and hold you in my frame
for someone who knows me so well
May 2013 · 1.6k
Thumbelina
Olga Valerevna May 2013
I'm covered up in layers of the other peoples' skin
And I am losing track of just how deep I've gotten in
To you it sounds absurd because you cannot comprehend
That hid among the living are the ones who will pretend
See, they can take a day and manipulate with ease
The shining of the sun and the coming of the breeze
For they will place their shadow over that which isn't theirs
And try their best to claim that the truth is everywhere
The eyes inside my head are the ones that follow suit
I'm looking into everything and I'm pining over fruit
It's only when I fail to remember what I've seen
That I can take a second to uncover all of me
I know this very well but it's hard for me to grasp
My vision fully blooms in the things that I see past
"A pleasure is full grown when it is remembered."
- CS Lewis
May 2013 · 483
I've carried on (10W)
Olga Valerevna May 2013
so many conversations in my head

it's like I never
left

.
Olga Valerevna May 2013
The book is closed, the end is writ
And here I am rereading it
The words unveil with every line
A placid state, collected mind
I spare the pen, its stain of red
Allow the ink to soak instead
Into my flesh and through my bones
My skeleton has always known
That what is done within this life
May come disguised, the form - a knife
And it will lay upon your back
You may not even feel attacked
But scars will form in every place
That you have ever tried to face
The end is writ, the book is closed
So rest your eyes, you've made it home
May 2013 · 705
Save this
Olga Valerevna May 2013
I'm falling into
all the
holes in
everything you say

because I walk
beside the
one compelling
me to sway

but when the
wind has left my
skin I hide
it in my
lungs

and taste the
breath of life
each time I
saturate my tongue

my open lips
release a
tune I do
not comprehend

that manifests itself to me
in ways I
can't descend

it only lasts
but long enough
for me to hear the sound

of something
coming closer still
of feet upon the ground

and that
is where it all
begins and clarity returns

as I am climbing
out of you
without a single burn
Apr 2013 · 685
Et· y· mol· o· gy
Olga Valerevna Apr 2013
.
..
..
The moment I laid eyes o   ..   n you I couldn't turn away
And I began to see yo  ..   ur face in every single day
The time it took to mem   ..   orize the color of your eyes
Distracted me from noticin   ..   g the weakness hiding mine
But now that I have come to kno   ..   w the role that you have played
I stand prepared to walk away   ..   from things in which I've stayed
My heavy, dark and weary h   ..   eart had almost ceased to beat
For close I came to welc   ..   oming the lunatic in me
..
..
.
Apr 2013 · 431
I set the clocks (10W)
Olga Valerevna Apr 2013
to take a swim


but keeping time





has sunken in
Apr 2013 · 739
Exit through the funhouse
Olga Valerevna Apr 2013
Behind the mirrors in my head the ground was made of sand
But I could not get far enough to see beyond the land
So like a plant, the stem my feet, I grew what I could stand
And waited for the day to come when height would take command

For then my eyes could not create a  farce from lack of sight
And thus sustain reality to vilify the spite
Reflection I have come to know as that which carries light
But more than this, a filter for the things you choose to fight

But when you overcompensate for work you have not done
The angle made will redirect the shining of the sun
Distorted now, your vision claims to be the only one
Who kept up with the pace you set when you began to run
Apr 2013 · 596
Built upon a burial ground
Olga Valerevna Apr 2013
Cover the casket with both of your hands
don't let them know that you had other plans

If it's out of sight then you've gone out of mind
you're traceable only by what's left behind

And those are the things that you cannot remove
try as you might, til your face has turned blue

For that is what put you inside of yourself
where nothing is living but no one can tell
title taken from Circa Survive's Frozen Creek
Apr 2013 · 333
Morning on the swings
Olga Valerevna Apr 2013
I made my way inside the sky
to see if there was something I
had not been seeing from the ground
if I was kept on earth unbound
a swing on chains had carried me
let go my arms and I was free
to find a cloud and rest my head
before returning back to bed
I'd always stay into the night
'til I no longer needed sight
for as the things would change to gray
I'd disappear until the day
Swing sets were my childhood.
Olga Valerevna Apr 2013
I went about the earth today and tried to hide my pain
But planted it in everything and felt it like the rain
As time collapsed upon my head I stumbled to the tick
Unable to convince myself I can't keep up with it
The broken glass had gathered at the bottom of my feet
And every shard I walked upon took more away from me
In this is life, I told myself, remove what made you ache
Allow the blood to cover you the moment you awake
Apr 2013 · 636
A Letter For
Olga Valerevna Apr 2013
I couldn't see the world the night I saw your face instead
And somehow came to memorize the places in your head
You must've known these very roads would pave their way to me
Or at the very least prepared for time to let it be
So as the skies that you have kept awaken with the sun
The light reflected in your eyes will render me undone
We are strangers no more.
Apr 2013 · 820
Sleep and Sedatives
Olga Valerevna Apr 2013
The ink upon her body is only ever seen
By those who bruise humanity to walk the in between
The bodies that have entered will open every door
And drag along duplicity to make of love a *****
And she is the arena, the skin upon her bones
A spectacle of mastery immersed in many tones
Distractions made it easy to take away her key
And generate a simple croon that minimized her plea
Her bed became a lover in whom she sought to rest
A journey made beneath the sheets to consciously forget
That there is still a temple, a place they cannot touch
The candle lit oblivion where pain is just a crutch
Apr 2013 · 838
The Ring Around the Retina
Olga Valerevna Apr 2013
I cannot bear the thought of you on someone else's lips
Your name to them a universe in annular eclipse
I say this now because I know that time already spoke
  
And whispered something I refused to tell you when you woke
So here I sit and watch the sky reveal before my face
The very message I have kept but never could erase
Apr 2013 · 564
Photogenesis
Olga Valerevna Apr 2013
I sat beneath the window sill and painted with the light
The colors mixed accordingly, my images took flight
And as I watched them disappear, ascend into the clouds
I noticed how the symmetry reflected all my doubts
And so it was, my counterparts had finally aligned
It didn't matter where I was or what I left behind
For anything the distance claimed was taken as a pawn
And given back eventually, thus never really gone
So when the sun would recreate horizons in my eyes
I'd see the world for what it was, completely undisguised
Olga Valerevna Apr 2013
A screen was posted on a wall, the corners of my mind
Were stretched so very thin indeed, reverberating time

And vapid personalities then danced upon the veil
Attempting to impose themselves as those who never fail

In perfect step with everything, their tendencies align
Allow for new anatomies to form upon their spine

Collect, repel, reorganize with regular delay
I cannot tell you what's become of every single day

To calculate would take too long, the change of pace too much
And I've become immune to what is parallel to touch

See, I have learned their song by now, I've memorized the beat
Its rhythm pulses fervidly, intensifies the heat

The space is filled with every breath of those who write the notes
A call to those who cannot keep the music in their throats
Apr 2013 · 587
Back by ten
Olga Valerevna Apr 2013
What an awful thing it is to cast away your sun
To settle for reality that's never really done
I know the work that I have logged invited night to stay
But now I must come face to face with everything I say
As I confront them one by one, the words that I released
I find that rather than prepared, I've come to them decreased
And so I try to raid my thoughts for desperation's sake
In hopes that somehow memories can summon me to wake
Alas, the place I once arrayed has now been hollowed out  
And I'm ensnared inside a world I cannot  talk about
Apr 2013 · 689
the ones who do not stay
Olga Valerevna Apr 2013
when stepping stones
become your bones
you walk alone
the end, unknown

upon the rock
beneath the dock
you hear the clock
tell time to talk

the seconds move
and only prove
you can't undo
perfected truth

so travel on
the road is long
but come the dawn
you will be gone
Apr 2013 · 805
Autograft
Olga Valerevna Apr 2013
There spun a world above my head and I could enter
it
At any time I wanted to, whenever I saw
fit
At first it was a rendezvous, a place that I would
go
To take reprieve of circumstance that I was born to
know
And then the strangest thing occurred, I managed to
perceive
That I was still in spinning state the moment I would
leave
And so began the era of my physical
demise
For all I needed to survive was just a pair of
eyes
Behind the visage of my thoughts I dug a perfect
hole
A buried bed, a grave, a tomb, the epitaph - my
soul
Apr 2013 · 427
Long division (10W)
Olga Valerevna Apr 2013
what remains is equal to the value of the null
nothing
Apr 2013 · 738
About her boy
Olga Valerevna Apr 2013
Buried deep beneath the skin of mother nature's frame
I saw the back of someone else, a boy beside his name
But when I tried to touch his face he turned himself away
And then began to utter things he thought he couldn't say
In coughing up the cloud of smoke like dust inside his throat
The boy was finding clarity with every word he spoke
A subtle breeze upon his lips had driven out the fear
Of shedding all the strata that created his veneer
for those who may or may not understand
Apr 2013 · 594
My life as Anne
Olga Valerevna Apr 2013
The dust has settled on my skin and I no longer feel
But since I can't make sense of this I find it may appeal
And though I'm dragging both my feet to keep your hand in mine
I still believe the roads we walk were mapped by hands of time
You stuttered once and spoke my name, I wonder if you knew
That shivers traveled down my spine and turned my body blue
And all the pressure they released pushed blood into my head
Illuminating all the more, once subtle shades of red
My eyes began to harden as a gloss upon them formed
And how I had perceived myself then gradually transformed
In looking out upon the world, my harmony complied
And everyone could hear me ask my memories to hide
So come replace what you began to form within your mind
And use the flesh I've harbored thus to get the bones to bind
Apr 2013 · 683
Sell few, make me more me
Olga Valerevna Apr 2013
Permeating every room, your presence settles quick
But sometimes if I tarry long the air becomes too thick
I know it when I place my hands before my sallow face
That your contagion enters as I memorize your taste
Shuffle, stir but don't react, you'll propagate a sound
And make your body visible to all of those around
The consequence for such a thing will only prove the dread
That living in a world of you makes everybody dead
Mar 2013 · 1.2k
Warden of the waters
Olga Valerevna Mar 2013
Maybe in the moonrise we can sanctify the night
I'll wait until the morning, wake for you to shed your light
We'll define existence as the something we have made
Put together slowly and then altered every day


Observing all the wrinkles that have  borne the weight of time
I have ceased to challenge things that I cannot define
So as we both continue on, to rearrange the seas
There is something greater that will counteract our breeze
Mar 2013 · 874
let's tessellate
Olga Valerevna Mar 2013
meet me in the moment and carry me away
tell me there are better things in store for us today
tell me you're a dreamer, night can be our guide
we can live inside our heads, a place for us to hide
space will claim our bodies and bind them in a knot
keep them where the people are but never let them rot
time is not the issue, granted we're asleep
riding out infinity like rivers running deep
synchronized completely, a level playing field
fluid rationality is finally unsealed
title taken from Alt-J's "Tessellate"
Mar 2013 · 907
Fishing with no hooks
Olga Valerevna Mar 2013
One day I went fishing, unloaded at the dock
And picked up on the sadness that the earth was giving off
No matter where I wandered, I always felt its pain
It matched the kind inside of me for it was all the same
The day had passed so quickly, the night would soon be here
Intensify despondency and make me disappear
I knew I needed something, the thought had not caught on
'Til weariness displaced my bones in ground I walked upon
from a conversation I had with someone about fishing as a child
Mar 2013 · 609
Take it back
Olga Valerevna Mar 2013
You found a hole inside my head and covered  it with thoughts
Then watched the ways that I'd respond whenever I got lost
Insipid mind I deemed my own, according to your words
The ones that kept on telling me it is as I have heard
Convinced I'm in agreement with the arguments you've made
I place my arms beside myself and take my life away
And what remains before your face is nothing but my shell
An empty vessel you can fill with every kind of hell
So test it out and draw, design, my flesh is but a tool
That I may choose to leave behind for someone else to rule
Mar 2013 · 987
Off but not all gone
Olga Valerevna Mar 2013
In chewing on hypocrisy I've masticated truth
Yet I expect my tendencies to take me somewhere new

I'll stay a while and reconcile the world unto myself
Then claim the fate that I have lost to be my source of wealth

But what I gather with my hands collects upon my back
Exceeds the weight that I can bear for all the things I lack

I'm tacit, blue and out of breath, I lay my body down
And use the covers on my eyes to take me from this town
title taken from lyrics of The Dear Hunter's "Lost but not all gone"
Mar 2013 · 746
Postremogeniture
Olga Valerevna Mar 2013
I had no intention to make anything at all
So I took out my hands and let every motive fall
And staring at the brine I delivered to the earth
I began to wonder if my water held a worth
If ground was all it touched and converted it to clay
Then wouldn't I just sink in the sediment each day
Molded into nothing like the effort I put in
I would face the sea and be swallowed by my skin
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