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Mar 2013 · 1.0k
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 · 757
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
Mar 2013 · 635
The Interpreter
Olga Valerevna Mar 2013
I've kept a box beside my bed
it keeps me up at night
And all the things I held inside
have strained my lucid sight
I try to let them out each day
in hopes they'll run and hide
And take up space or disappear
in someone else's mind
If I can push them off you see
then they will not return
And I'll be given what I want
releasing all concern
So once I have an empty box
I'll know my work is done
That I will not be evermore
so blinded by your sun
Mar 2013 · 1.2k
Up in the air
Olga Valerevna Mar 2013
I'll take you up on a cup, for I'm thirsty
but our conversation's bound to get wordy
and I'd talk with my hands but they're *****
so I'll wave them around, they're not sturdy

I remember you said when we last spoke
like the comfort of home or an old joke
that a mind such as this tends to invoke
heavy winds in your head, render cloud smoke

and the smoldering flame that you exhale
makes a martyr the words of your tall tale
yet the story unfolds, every detail
fills the lungs in my chest when I inhale
Do you ever feel like you're floating?
Mar 2013 · 803
Closer
Olga Valerevna Mar 2013
Fortified vapors contained in this space
Are leaking from every crack on my face
Where they will go is determined each night
When rapid eye movement contends with my sight
And under the covers of lids and their weight
I feel myself seeping and think it too late
I've already opened the doors that were sealed
And I'm disappearing in all that's revealed
See, I'm like a shadow approaching the sun
If steps be my breaths then I'm on my last one
Olga Valerevna Mar 2013
one that burns too fast
  one that burns to last
I can't seem to stay warm.
Mar 2013 · 966
Take me to the marble town
Olga Valerevna Mar 2013
Came a night without a moon, the stars were hidden too
So I began to search for light I thought I'd find in you
Follow me and trust my steps, you whispered in my ear
And soon your breathy voice became the only one I'd hear
Closer came your flesh to mine, inside your chest I hid
Away from comprehension and from all of what I did
My thoughts had run to marry yours, to make our union known
But I could not commit myself and nothing could be shown
So there I was, a part of you, malignancy within
And yet you seemed to treat me like your body's only skin
I'd stretch and clothe your heavy bones, enhance your sense of touch
To feel the burns you'd give to me if I had asked too much
And so the days would pass along, I waited just to die
For then you'd have to carve me out, remove me from your mind
And gentleness need not apply for it has long been lost
So use your mouth and finish this, I finally accost
Feb 2013 · 850
To my future self (10W)
Olga Valerevna Feb 2013
Tell me how many lifetimes I've lost thinking about tomorrow.
Will I even be here to answer?
Feb 2013 · 1.6k
Whipsawed
Olga Valerevna Feb 2013
Oh the duality
There's no neutrality
Only reality
Stored in your mind.

What of this atrophy
Discount integrity
Chase after perjury
Hoarding the lie.

And to this enmity
What is the remedy
From this extremity
Where can I hide?

Notice the brevity
End of the melody
It's your identity
Searching inside.

Find you calamity
Soak in the density
Plundered is empathy
Fronted by pride.

With all intensity
Bring on indemnity
Forfeit amenity
Bow and you die.
Feb 2013 · 375
If you lose your key (10W)
Olga Valerevna Feb 2013
then every open door is at risk of being closed
forever.
Feb 2013 · 383
In Ten Words
Olga Valerevna Feb 2013
Close your eyes and come to me,
finish my soliloquy
with silence.
Feb 2013 · 450
barter with the bodies
Olga Valerevna Feb 2013
if you remember who you are forget who you are not
it's all a trick to lead you into wars that can't be fought
they're hidden there, in memories of fabricated truth
in land that's beaten black and blue with blood on every tooth
and maybe you have seen its ground but you don't have to stay
it's not the only home you have no matter what they say
for if you choose to walk away from all the things they claim
you'll find that their intention was to cover you in shame
and once you can discern with eyes that burn into your soul
a world will be revealed to you, the covers will unfold
Feb 2013 · 628
Knee deep
Olga Valerevna Feb 2013
Pour the water on my head, make compasses your hands
I'll move and shake until I break, until my legs can't stand
And on the floor beneath the jar I'll see what made the stream
The letters written on the base for sleeper's eyes to dream
These words I've heard so many times make patterns in my mind
And rearrange the borders of the cities that don't shine
The sun is hid, the moon is down, there's nothing but the dark
And so I guess I'll find a way to build myself an ark
I've never been an architect but I know one who is
And as I lift my voice to speak I breathe the winter's wind
This ice that freezes on my head reminds me I can melt
The heat that's stored within my flesh set fire when I knelt
Feb 2013 · 863
Compos Mentis
Olga Valerevna Feb 2013
My dreams have lost their luster and I read them easy now
With everything in lucid rhyme that doesn't skip a sound
I'm summoned by a certain note and open both my eyes
And what constructs the things I see puts hoods upon the lies
But how can I approach them now without becoming stained
Without becoming subject to the motives they've unchained
In retrospect I take a step, enough to make a start
Without delay my legs begin to move our worlds apart
In time I'll reach the ground I knew and tended to, before
Though blind I be my hands contain the key that sealed the door
In sanity.
Feb 2013 · 671
It pinches (10W)
Olga Valerevna Feb 2013
There's something strange in my anatomy
something there doesn't belong
to me.
Feb 2013 · 864
The Hangman's Address
Olga Valerevna Feb 2013
I am a collector of things, he said
Of all I can fit in my head
Hoarding the ghosts  I have come to displace
Vicarious grins on my face
But standing beside the lot I've arranged
I conclude I am slightly deranged
The rope that I hold becomes heavy and loose
And ties itself into a noose
Somehow it dresses the nape of my neck
Like the sea wears a ship in a wreck
There is no space in my mind anymore
And I'm waiting outside by the shore
Hang up the line that contains what I am
Remind me that I'm just a man
Corruptible
Feb 2013 · 1.2k
Checkmate
Olga Valerevna Feb 2013
She'd not laid out the chessboard yet your fingers played the game
moving up her body like a rook upon its frame

And all directions scattered as the vacant squares were won
kept by her fidelity then claimed as if a pawn

But only one can occupy the spaces in between
a narrow road that leads you into that which can't be seen

The guard is up and she is safe inside the lines that pave
a path without an end in sight - eternity, the way

Her en passant captivity may drain her weakened state
and bring about the enemy to stand before her face

But nothing's made if it's not moved for then it has no verve
advance, retreat - her victory is what you will preserve
I don't even play chess.
Feb 2013 · 949
Open
Olga Valerevna Feb 2013
Panic-stricken melodies escape your shaking lips
Moving through eternities of other people's grips
Penning every note like it were your only bread
Seasoned with the salt that has fallen from your head
I am but a song that society can't sing
A tune within a key that is carried on a string
Tie me up in knots, I may choke but I will live
For I am not in ******* like the ones who can't forgive
I might exude frustration when I try to hide my pain
But even in my weakness I can drink impartial rain
It falls upon the earth, though we may not all deserve
The world that it restores in its travels far, to serve
And thus I have decided, though my clef may not align
Write instead upon every bone along my spine
Olga Valerevna Feb 2013
His golden locks are ticking clocks
And slowly he becomes the fox

Chasing things and breaking rings
Around the carousel of kings

She has bled and takes her bed
And starves while he is being fed

Closing doors then finding more
His open eyes are raging, sore

Where is peace in love deceased
He'll look until his breath has ceased

And in the end her light will mend
The darkened state he can't offend

So wait for me beside the sea
He says beneath the willow tree

Then I'll return so I can burn
Collect the ash to fill the urn

It aged my soul and took its toll
Restore me now and make me whole

Oh little girl you hold my world
With seeds in hand, I feel you twirl

Cut the locks and stop the clocks
And slowly I will shed the fox
Feb 2013 · 608
Right here
Olga Valerevna Feb 2013
I've dipped my feet in the water of you but still the ocean remains
And when I look out as the moon pulls the tide I burrow my head and restrain

How can I swim if I do not know where your current will lead me to stay
But the wind in my hair and your salt on my skin keep asking me gently to say -

stay.
Feb 2013 · 966
The Orator
Olga Valerevna Feb 2013
render me disabled, a girl who cannot speak
but i would rather dwell upon my words than let them leak
i've taken to the silence, my friend it has become
even though my outward state has classified me numb

fever strikes my body, my lips have turned to coal
and now the only strength i have is out of my control
but this is what i wanted, to liberate my ghost
to leave behind my weaker parts, return a perfect host

and even though you see me, i am not really there
i'm traveling upon the wind, i'm mixing with the air
but should you close your eyelids, you then will see my face
invisible to almost all, an oracle of grace
There is good in you.
Olga Valerevna Feb 2013
of thought inside your head -
none of them are yours.
Which one are you riding now?
Feb 2013 · 956
The day I lost my head
Olga Valerevna Feb 2013
Tell me who I am to you and beg my thoughts again
So I can rest assured this time that truth will never bend
I am not clay for you to mold or mix with what you will
Diluted into something you can neither hold nor spill
The substance of my flesh decays, corruptible indeed
But soil only brings to life my neatly planted seed
With shell intact I bare the weight you've placed upon my ground
Finding rest inside a world you've neither sought nor found
And were I to defend myself, respond to what you've said
The words I'd speak with tainted tongue would fall upon my head
A guillotine to execute, suspended thoughts the blade
My recompense - the blood I shed for what it is we've made
Jan 2013 · 969
I need you so much closer
Olga Valerevna Jan 2013
Such beauty lies within her stare, a pallid shade of grace
What once had been invisible has shown upon her face
Collective thoughts have danced their last, in sleep they take their rest
Until the lonely girl aglow confronts her final test
In this is life - that what is fought cannot be seen with eyes
And so she must lay down her self to see past all disguise
It's only then, in spirit's dress, will everything be clear
Even if the only soul is hers that draws in near
title taken from lyrics of a song by Deathcab for Cutie - Transatlanticism
Jan 2013 · 494
should you return
Olga Valerevna Jan 2013
you've gone around this loop enough times to know that you've seen this all before, the ****** war.

and with eyes painted every shade of red there is no water left to clean your flesh, there's nothingness.

so it will dry upon your bones, dismantle joints until your limbs can move no more, they're too sore.

then you will try to look inside with all the strength you've somehow kept, because you wept.

you see, these tears have been collecting through the years not one forgotten, they're stored within.

just take a drink to quench your thirst and you will know what pain can do, it pulls you through.

for there is life found inside your strife that manifests when you are dead, you'll wake again.
title taken from Copeland's "Should you return"
Olga Valerevna Jan 2013
I've invested time
Was it worth the while
In a darkened vile
I have held denial

And I let myself
Keep a burning hell
Made a prison cell
Where my body dwells

I can barely breathe
Every thought a sea
And I choke on heat
From the waves' debris

What have I let in
With an open grin
In a dance I spin
As I burn my skin

I am ashen gray
Like a night in day
Every word I say
Imitation  clay

Where there once was truth
I replaced with you
And I merely do
What you tell me to

In these chains I walk
Shackles tight, can't talk
Turn my mind to chalk
Let you pick the lock

Do you need more space
Rearrange my face
As I speculate
You've already claimed

And I know for sure
Even as it were
That in place of her
I've become a blur
Jan 2013 · 3.0k
A pick me up
Olga Valerevna Jan 2013
I want to find a pair of wings before I  float away
'Cause flying gives you more control so you can leave or stay
But every time I try to search I step on shallow ground
And thus the journeys I take on are all the more profound
I scribble down with shaking hands the places that I've seen
And hope that any details missed can fill the in between
I've come to know this dusty road is longer than it seems
But facts are only relative to poorly written schemes
It's only when my balance slips that I become attuned
And fully comprehend my state, to lies and death immune
Enveloped in a cloud of fog, I've made it past the shore
Of everything I left behind to float away once more
Jan 2013 · 559
What I want (10W)
Olga Valerevna Jan 2013
is to be empty so you're all I can contain
Jan 2013 · 615
Questions with no marks
Olga Valerevna Jan 2013
What's worth more, your life or mine?

Is one a purpose undefined?

Do I have less to think and say

on any single given day?

If you're above then who's below?

You've made the claim but do you know?

'Cause how is judgement really passed?

Propelled by truth or moved too fast?

And if you try to pull the reigns

Can you uphold what it sustains?

Or will the mark you tried to make

suspend the lives you put at stake?
Jan 2013 · 432
Time is on Our Side
Olga Valerevna Jan 2013
I cannot go, she's always there
To take my place without a care  
She's putting locks on what I've said
For once she crept inside my head
See I've become her source of prey
And I can't seem to get away
Her pace is quick and on she crawls
Around my feet, I trip and fall
But though I stumble all this time
I'll fight for what is truly mine
She may proclaim that she has won
But I will wait 'til time is gone
For then a seed will surely die
The one who's love has been a lie
Jan 2013 · 2.4k
sunrise, sunset
Olga Valerevna Jan 2013
i needn't tell you where i've been for you have known it too
the very trails i've walked upon are those inside of you
revealing more each passing step, i ask and you respond
and i no longer feel myself a wandering vagabond
i'm spilling out, you're soaking in these fragments of my soul
and one day soon within your self, i'll finally unfold
a blanket sea of what we are will cover what you've done
and make the bodies we've unearthed a perfect setting sun
Title taken from a song by Bright Eyes - Sunrise, Sunset
Jan 2013 · 933
The Locksmith's Door
Olga Valerevna Jan 2013
You are not mine
     and never were you meant to be
I have taken
     what does not belong to me
In doing so
     we were robbed at will's decree
Of forever
     replaced it with carnality
Although  it felt
     like everything fit perfectly
I watched my heart
     fight the lie relentlessly
For I have been
     long before our lives did meet
Tied to one
     who set his soul upon his knee
And I must go
     I'm asking you to let me leave
To claim again
     the key to our eternity
Olga Valerevna Jan 2013
stripped down to a nakedness she's not the hands to cover
plundered by a lover
a rogue who's undercover
tarnished and possessed
in slavery undressed
taken to the gallows with a noose around her neck
the hanging will be public
her snap to death cathartic
and she'll be made a mockery in front of people manic
their illness like a flood
a passion for the blood
they stand and sink their feet into coagulated mud
she was just their silver
some money they could pilfer
pay their dues in stolen goods that they could not deliver
tactfully selected
made to feel accepted
then callously rejected
in treason's name erected
I bet she'd not expected such a glorified demise.
Jan 2013 · 1.0k
Her Eyes in Rainfall
Olga Valerevna Jan 2013
A weeping willow grows inside to take the place of me
For I cannot identify with any other tree
With branches frayed and leaves to clothe my sappy human bark
I cling to roots that planted me before I made them dark
And so I wait, my patience worn, til seasons pass us by
And bring you back to water me with saltiness divine
Open up your cloudy sky and let yourself come down
You need to know that all this time you've nursed my shallow ground
I'm ready now, much more than I have ever been before
And your delay solidifies the rings within my core
title inspired by a song by Future of Forestry - Horizon Rainfall
Jan 2013 · 306
This body (10W)
Olga Valerevna Jan 2013
is a trap
that i don't want to die in
a bag of bones that i have
to lie in
Jan 2013 · 799
Flight of the Faithless
Olga Valerevna Jan 2013
Surround me with your mimicry and float me to the sky
And like a mirror I'll reflect the world within my eye
As colors fill the black and white, extremities are gone
Replaced by all the shades I've seen while traveling along
The thoughts I breathe provide the air upon which I have sailed
The very ones I verbalized, the ones that I exhaled
My head is light and in a daze I contemplate the past
The moments that have led to this and whether I would last
Outnumbered by the reasons why and things I can't explain
My tongue begins to atrophy, my body's sick with pain
In choking I release a cough that empties out my chest
And slowly I am hollowed out by what I had repressed
Jan 2013 · 460
i swear (10W)
Olga Valerevna Jan 2013
something's been crawling all over the inside of my skin
it's you
Jan 2013 · 658
i've seen here before
Olga Valerevna Jan 2013
when blind men go walking, what do they see
but the backs of their eyelids, a shadow of me
and much is the same, my own personal state
with vision so blurred that i too can relate
i wish i could say that this wasn't the case
but i keep on failing to walk in your grace
mechanical movements are all i can make
practiced so often they're without mistake
but i almost hope that my body will rust
decompose fully and turn into dust
for then i'll be carried by wind once again
to places i've seen in the past but have left
and this time i promise that i will not leave
until i can guide with the sight i receive
Jan 2013 · 730
The Safe
Olga Valerevna Jan 2013
I carried you eternally before the world began
I've let the love that gave us life continue to expand
You may have doubted just as I, that this was all in vain
But I am certain what we've felt is purpose-driven pain
And though I've not admitted this - it's hell when we're apart

A fire I can only bear because you're in my heart

It's here that I have found myself, enveloped in your light
The only place I've truly seemed to shed my fear of sight
For everything that you've revealed has made me who I am
Creation's pure epitome of how the world began
I've seen Love, an all-consuming fire.
Olga Valerevna Jan 2013
I want to watch the world go by until I close my eyes
                                                                ­                           I figure my eternity will somehow move aside
I know I can't assume these things but still I wonder why
                                                             ­             I like to entertain this thought although it makes me cry
I find myself in hot pursuit of wings, that I may fly
                                                                ­                I want to feel the wind caress my feathers in the sky
I muster up the patience but I barely have to try
                                                             ­                         I mitigate the sense of fear that tells me I will die
I turn my head from side to side and speak a final time
                                                            ­                   *I tell the world I want to go but will not say goodbye
Jan 2013 · 316
his name is Legion (10W)
Olga Valerevna Jan 2013
move in with me.
i can't, i'm seeing someone else.
Olga Valerevna Jan 2013
the day will come when what I say
will scatter you or make you stay
but I'll not fear no matter what
and keep my mouth from closing shut
the truth will flow in ebbs and tides
from all the depths of my insides
and let this be the test of love
that what is uttered bares a dove
see, it will fly around our hearts
restore in full these body parts
in preparation for the change
we undergo in our final stage
so tire not, oh moving tongue
as you reveal who we're among
title taken from Paolo Nutini's Last Request
Jan 2013 · 1.1k
Sleepless dreamer
Olga Valerevna Jan 2013
It's 40 days
I haven't slept
I cannot seem
To find a bed
That tucks away
My soul's unrest
I wander on
A desert stretch
The sand removes
My saltiness
I'm dry and pale
These feet attest
And true fatigue
I'll reach still yet
To drink might quell
The emptiness
But fever plagues
My hollow chest
In seeking dreams
The stones collect
And I find hope
Inside my head
To carry on
I must ingest
The very thoughts
My mind has bred
Jan 2013 · 761
The Painted Moon
Olga Valerevna Jan 2013
I cannot keep you here with me
But I've misplaced my only key
So here we are behind the door
Locking eyes while fate's ignored

Too long I've held my tongue 'til blue
For fear that I would misconstrue
My own elusive thoughts in lieu
Of wanting just to be with you

But I was not expecting this
That love would mend what I had risked
The look upon your pallid face
Had soaked up hues of perfect grace

And open I have held my heart
You drifted in, became a part
Of this progressing work of art
Essential to our new restart

See, living is a sacrifice
And getting by will not suffice
For those who seek, as you and I
To spill themselves outside the lines
Jan 2013 · 760
A post, a sea
Olga Valerevna Jan 2013
There's nothing so unnerving that turns my stomach more
Than insults to the purpose that you were crafted for


Believing you are useless and letting that sink in
Penetrates much more than just the layers of your skin  


The thoughts that slept inside you were shaken from their sleep
And moved at the commandment you uttered through your teeth


So now they walk before you, directing every step
Gathering the people that swallow up your breath


Soon there'll be an army that marches on in lines
Connected at the tailbone, the bases of their spines


The coma they'd evaded was one that they induced
A spirit that convinced them that they were mass produced
Jan 2013 · 1.1k
The Dishonest Artist
Olga Valerevna Jan 2013
If I had any talent left I don't know what I'd do
bury it beneath the ground or put it all to use

My catatonic tendencies remind me who I am
but seem to hide the qualities that shape my iron hand

I end up giving in to things but just to pass the time
and I've forgotten how to be because I've lost my mind

So this is my predicament, the artist doth confess
that I've created something of a convoluted mess
Jan 2013 · 926
Survived by my heart
Olga Valerevna Jan 2013
Faith is an ***** in bodies unseen
Filled to the brim to be daily redeemed
Guard as you might it will never decay
But hardens and softens like delicate clay
And it will be molded then put through the fire
Hotly transformed from unpromising mire
What's carnal will fall to the side and be burned
But what is eternal will rise from the urn
Your heart will not die.
Jan 2013 · 819
on time
Olga Valerevna Jan 2013
nothing here is mended, it's underneath my skin
hidden by the layers of my flesh-colored chagrin
newness i've not welcomed, or not the way i should
for i could not compel myself to move from where i stood
and so the clock has started, it's turned itself anew
keeping time despite the fact that i can't follow suit
i'm parallel to minutes, for seconds pass too quick
but i believe eventually my hands will lose their grip
it's telling of my nature, symbolic to the core
the way i want to hold onto the things that fuel the war
soon i'll be surrounded by all that i have made
the demons that i've kept inside will go out on parade
see, someone had been searching my lonely wounded heart
and piecing it together every time i fell apart
but i have reached my limit, my seeker left me be
in body - yes - in spirit - no - i'm circling this tree
its roots are the foundation, personified divine
nurtured by the fluids that are leaking from my spine
i'm mindful of the secrets stored within this source
filtered through perceptive thoughts and carried as a force
everything i'm made of are things that can't be seen
and that is why the seeker lives - to disengage the screen
Dec 2012 · 638
Insipid (10W)
Olga Valerevna Dec 2012
A dull pencil always reminds me to sharpen my intuition.
Olga Valerevna Dec 2012
The smolder's flame it fills the room
And I am mixed inside the fume
Not white but gray I cannot see
The world around, in front of me
As I become unweighted scents
The gravity will recompense
All that's stored within the fix
And painted using candle wicks
Flicker bright then fade to dark
I'm waiting for the slightest spark
I'll ask the sun to give me heat
That my cold heart may start to beat
For when I wake from hazy sleep
The dried up ice will melt to seep
I long to walk as I once did
Through heavy smoke that keeps things hid
So pass away, oh dying times
My soul found rest outside your lines
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