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1.1k · Mar 2014
The Bread Maker
Olga Valerevna Mar 2014
A cup or two of everything
I've tasted in this life
Has turned into a recipe
I use to make it right
And if you haven't eaten yet
I'll break the bread with you
A daily reassurance
there is something you can do
For if you keep pursuing,
keep a habit such as this
Eventually the mishaps
won't affect the rest of it
The labor I have entered
I will surely leave behind
And hope that someone else
will then continue in their time
their house always smells of freshly baked bread
1.1k · Feb 2013
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.
1.1k · Jan 2013
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
1.1k · Nov 2015
A case of misplaced devotion
Olga Valerevna Nov 2015
...
the positives, the negatives, the everything at once
I seek you in my solitude and all of what there was
I cannot even see you like the other people do
And there is room for clarity when no one else is you
The highs, the lows, the in-betweens - they wreck, undo, restore
And recognize, without a doubt, the claims we made before
I knew I'd come to find it, this devotion I'd misplaced
And here it is in front of me on someone else's face
we are somebody else's
1.1k · Oct 2016
Tremble Dances
Olga Valerevna Oct 2016
when comes the time for you to go
leave not your debts unpaid for those
who barely have the time to reap
what little harvest there will be

pursue each moment here then gone
and do not rest your head upon
the rock that shatters everything
including what's inside of it

instead remain a solid stone
unbreakable when not alone
remove your flesh from edge's rim
and jump into your other skin


where life is like a honeybee's
that sweetens bitter tendencies
with such a graceful tiny heart
restores a world that falls apart
lessons, life and honeybees
1.0k · Mar 2013
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?
1.0k · Jun 2017
two wins
Olga Valerevna Jun 2017
eighteen years of patience
have carried you through
made one of a body
that used to be two
the womb you were given
was meant to be shared
make room for each other
and Life will take care
[of every moment
I cannot be there]
together you got here
together you'll go
back into your mother
again to be sewn
John 3:1-21
1.0k · Dec 2012
After I
Olga Valerevna Dec 2012
The fruits of what you planted here are rotting in my
mind
And every day I lock the doors and leave it all
behind
I'm looking for a fire that will **** the rancid
fume
But as for now I'll rectify in ink and through a
plume
Injustice reigns in all you do, oh planter of these
seeds
I've felt you water parts of me with hotly boiled
deeds
You've burned me more than I can say or memory can
claim
And how I can be of your flesh should drive me half
insane
Instead I balance what I know with what I've seen you
do
Let clarity prepare a way to purge what's left of
you
I'm almost there, I sense it now, the last I'll use this
key
For I have found the other room you tried to hide from
me
So take your place inside yourself and I will walk
away
And harbor neither hatred nor the curses you could
lay
I'm breathing now, I've filled my lungs with freshly seasoned
air
I'm entering with both feet in, a newly painted
lair
From the perspective of a boy writing to his father.
Olga Valerevna Aug 2012
The wall went up some time ago
a canvas it became
And painted on each empty space
were remnants of a name

With hues of green and indigo
the background disappeared
But I could see the slightest trace
of eyes that never feared

I stared a while and didn't blink
I wanted to compare
The weakest strokes in every line
so I could be unfair

The lesson here, I start to think
is nothing worth a price
A jealousy that fills the spine
and turns into a vice

A house is built around the wall
but how long will it stand?
The rooftop bends like flimsy boards
held with a rubber band

The day that it begins to fall
I'll stack up all the cards
And then the painted eyes it hoards
no longer will be guards
1.0k · Dec 2015
What staring contest?
Olga Valerevna Dec 2015
I'd write you every second in this life that I have lived
you're present in my thoughts much more than I have ever been
With all of these illusions and the subtleties I see
I found you in the presence of the things that I believe
you struck me as a question I had never thought to ask
and left me with a longing for tomorrows that have passed
It doesn't make much sense, today is crippling my head
but what is this existence if you're gone, asleep or dead
I'm only ever sorry for the words I did not say
afraid of what they'd do because I couldn't get away
I kept you in a corner til you learned to disappear
and I would go in search of you to see if you were near
But keeping up your distance, I could only take a chance
for none of this resembles the extent of our romance
I'd put you in my pocket or forget that you were there
we could have been together but I lost you in a stare
see you somewhere
995 · Aug 2014
My aubergine dream
Olga Valerevna Aug 2014
if we had our own vein in the place that we share
I think I'd give you my all
Although I'm uncertain of so many things
you are the grace in my fall
Not in the way that the people connote
Time an illusion to them
Deeper than indigo purple can go
I am the shade in your realm
Stop the mechanical hands that I hold
Tell me the cold is a dream
Tell me the taste would be bitter and stale
Skin cannot claim you and me
there's always a recipe for every kind of carnality when I don't feel like cooking
992 · Dec 2012
Jigsaw and a box
Olga Valerevna Dec 2012
I've been sifting through
fragmented parts of my
life and this puzzle
doesn't seem to make
sense

But I know time
cut the edges and
scaled them to size,
to fit in such a
way that nothing is
wasted

Thus bend and break
still as I might,
I can change only
the number of shapes
I'll sustain, piece by
piece

all of me has already been made
the whole picture remains unscathed
everything will be put to use here
I've been feeling the need to write.
991 · Sep 2012
a necessary turn
Olga Valerevna Sep 2012
I put to rest my spirit and let it fall asleep
and into dreams I stepped with ease, my life began to seep
passing through my fingers like water through a net
I felt it slip away from me and gradually forget
as memories became me, I travelled further on
and distance seemed to hide itself so I could be its pawn
destination: nowhere, relative to lost
kept inside a journal inked with all the paths I crossed
I find myself a corner, a quiet place to read
and let the words turn every page by sprouting from their seed
my journey hasn't ended, forever it will last
but I know my encrypted map is locked within my past
awakened from my slumber, I take up what is mine
the body I was covered in for purposes divine
I'm telling you my story, the only thing I know
a testimony brought to life by every single 'no'
Olga Valerevna Sep 2012
You and I we are both good at what we do
But I'm on a whole different level than you
You're mapping out the mind, I'm blurring all the lines
Lacing every thought with a dose of cyanide 
I contain the colors that you cannot create
All because I've reached an uncharted mental state
And never will I tell you nor will I unveil
How it is and where I go, you'll have to find the trail
Speak away your conscience and bury it with deeds
Then imagine how to nourish what your body needs
Soon you will be restless, just as I once was
Or maybe I'm just saying this like everybody does
I can see you're doubtful, perhaps you want a clue
But time and space will prove again, eternity chose you
983 · Jan 2013
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
979 · Dec 2012
Welcome the Wrong House
Olga Valerevna Dec 2012
The cut's too deep I'll not survive
so I'll keep spewing til i die

This ****** water tastes like wine
and all the drunkards come to dine

Their plates sit full upon my spine
the sustenance my very mind 

A feast for those who seek to bind
the souls that they can somehow blind

And I'm the host, it's come my time
to pour the life out of my vines

Their fork an axe, it draws the line
suspends the truth they cannot find

I close my eyes to hide the crime
the one they want is not inside
977 · Sep 2014
Radicals & Rants
Olga Valerevna Sep 2014
Tonight I want to speak until my voice does not exist
a word is only worth the breath a speaker gives to it
absorbed into a tongue where comprehension has a name
Where everyone is part of what makes all of us the same
and you can dot the eyes to keep the pressure in your head
The movement of the earth around the sun above your bed
But in the windy cities there is nothing you can do
To open up your lungs enough to permeate the truth
My teeth are falling out but I can mumble what I mean
The syllables enough to take this matter to extremes
what is universal
Olga Valerevna Sep 2012
have you ever felt like your words were rain
like they were meant for only the thirstiest souls
and as soon as you opened your mouth, you began the search
which turned into a realization -
every single person needs water
including you
sometimes one single cup is enough
(those sporadic moments spent with strangers you'll never see again)
others demand more
time be the gauge
as for those you're in constant contact with
well, measure infinity
if (and only if) it is so, what you're pouring out can only be what you've taken in
these two are one and the same
well, we must be in a drought
Just some jibber jabber.
970 · Aug 2016
Going home
Olga Valerevna Aug 2016
I want to die together when the time has come in due
for I have come to notice every piece of me in you
we've always been a team and fought the battles as they came
we've weathered every storm and washed our sorrows in the rain
you let me be your future and I let you shed your past
we dignified each other, may these glories breathe their last
the more I am suspended all the more I am assured
this life is something sacred when I understand rebirth
I may have been your child once but grew to be your friend
and in my latter years I made a choice: until the end
three inches never mattered, I could never let you go
my faith is like your name, together we are going home
Vera Anatolivna Palashnyuk
966 · Aug 2012
A trip to the graveyard
Olga Valerevna Aug 2012
Parasitic muse scratching at my skin
Begging on his knees for me to let him in
But what he does not know and much to his chagrin
Is I already live with creatures just like him

They dance around inside me like notes upon a page
And whisper how they want me as they empty out my veins
I start to hum their tunes to a melody profane
Until I can't remember the sound of my own name
I feel my senses tighten and choke my body's brain
When comprehension's barren everything is sane

So fill my head with wisdom, replacement take your throne
And put a crown on only those who seem to walk alone
Let the road that binds you make you like a stone
To place upon the soil of all your buried bones
Olga Valerevna Sep 2012
We made our way through the sunflower field
I watched you collect all the seeds you peeled  
Their shells like a light in my hands I sealed 
So I'd never unsee what we are

As you moved along down the dainty path
I stayed behind, found a wooden lath
Its walls became host to the brooding wrath
That had forced you to wander afar

See, somewhere amid our excursion here
Came a moment that dimmed what had been made clear
We polluted ourselves with the atmosphere 
Of the mimic that hid in the air

But even if odds are stacked to the sky 
And we find ourselves in a cloud just as high
I have held on to the specks of our shine 
You'd entrusted inside of my care


I'll wait, you will see what we are
In Russia, the color yellow is associated with every kind of goodbye; a temporary absence, the end of a relationship and even a death.
962 · Jul 2014
Poisoned IV
Olga Valerevna Jul 2014
Drip drip drip*
(to) flip the switch
Lay you out
remember this

Flattened lines
without a spine
Backbone gone
you're out of time

What to do
I'm split in two
Halfway there
we aren't through

Needle's cold
so veins can hold
Nothing more
than what you sold

Took what's free
atoned the sea
Running red
with all of me
something else
961 · Nov 2013
A Conical Crown
Olga Valerevna Nov 2013
I don't know what you are to me or what I am to you
But in the eyes of everything we watch each other move
The world has gone around our heads and taken us along
And even through the bluer days I feel you in my palm
The morrow come and then the next and time is all we have
Take rest upon its pendulum and hear the hours pass
For nature's ways are patient, an example to us both
The smallest seed within us bares a tree so let it *grow
a metasequoia
957 · Apr 2014
Three-fingers-width
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
949 · Sep 2013
Fighting palms
Olga Valerevna Sep 2013
There's only so much blood to spill when no one knows your name
The whitest knuckles taking on a whiter sea untamed
A middle ground of higher thought is secondary now
And every stair that led me here has disappeared somehow
I don't know why my hands are not complacent by my side
Or why they have to raise themselves with grossly heavy pride
For all I do is watch them break on everything they touch
Correction brought by discipline has proven not enough
Subservient to battle scars my body hardly claims
Capricious, blue and never set on anything but change
If all the people cease to be I wonder where I'll go
And who'll be the receiver of the punches that I throw
It's only a matter of time before time matters.
949 · Jan 2013
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
948 · Oct 2014
Paintings
Olga Valerevna Oct 2014
If
it will I have a body, tell me where can I undress
and where can I retire to with all my loneliness
If
the time has been approaching, moves with any kind of pace
I wonder who'll endure it in an able bodied race
If
I would have seen them coming, all the ruins of today
I would've counted faster by avoiding the delay
If
a gesture of affection makes you feel unmoved at all
You've actively surrendered to the person you are called
title and inspiration taken from "Paintings," by From Indian Lakes, off their album Able Bodies
946 · Aug 2013
A California high
Olga Valerevna Aug 2013
These sticks and stones are made of bones for I am of the earth
And everything I ever throw was welcomed at my birth
I will not speak with tired tongue, these matters will not sleep
But be there some hypocrisy, my words will swallow me
And if they do I'll make them choke until I'm fully gone
The louder parts I'll lodge inside, they'll hurt to drag along
Consider it necessity, a claim I chose to make
I'll justify with every breath, I'll bend until I break
My memory will suffocate as both my lungs collapse
From bone to ash to earth again, I'll live again perhaps
The choking game.
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
928 · Jul 2013
A silhouette
Olga Valerevna Jul 2013
If there is a thought outside of the world
That makes you more than a blue little girl
Beneath every freckle that covers your skin
There is a painter who colors it in
And once you have emptied your occupied head
You will perceive all the hues that are dead
These are the ones that belong in their grave
Fighting the clock for the lives that they claim
See, yours was the canvas they wanted to mark
To cover the light with everything dark
So take off your gloves and uncover your hands
Then pick up the brush that your portrait demands
I know a girl who likes to wear blue.
927 · Mar 2013
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"
926 · Dec 2012
Shutter speed setting
Olga Valerevna Dec 2012
I am just the mirror of everything you are
Reflecting both your insides and every single scar
I can't tell what is darker, your mind or hooded eyes
So I will keep on staring to test for a disguise
And if I cannot find one, I'll know what I've become
The opposite of what I was before I came undone
A sentimental picture is all that will remain
The light that was upon me that I could not sustain
925 · Jan 2017
To the boy behind the bush
Olga Valerevna Jan 2017
"you can do what you want with my body"
she said with his hands at her throat
"oh but you cannot touch what is spirit,"
"my life is not yours to be owned"*
all the time it has taken to speak up
and show you the woman I be
has been counted itself a commission
for everything you didn't seek
I will love you today and tomorrow
and look at the past without fear
rebuking the source of your anger
with all that I have while I'm here
see, my mother and father are with me
in Truth and in Spirit and flesh
and today I am stronger than ever
for you and for me and for them
out of darkness into light
921 · Aug 2012
the rhyme
Olga Valerevna Aug 2012
it just drives me mad, this 'not knowing why'
when every prescription has been a sheer lie
I took in large doses - your words, your sighs
and shot up my veins your perfect half-smiles
I have only questions in stripped away pride
a naked awareness in front of your eyes
I'm clenching my fists between shaking thighs
untangling the webs of my memory vines
they grew on a wall made of our times
shaped by the hands of the artist inside
the moment we made our lives intertwine
I came alive in the sun that you shined
give me your heat, I'll take it in stride
and pack it away for the days that you hide
I am all yours, tell me you're mine
and we'll dance in step, our bodies will rhyme
920 · Jul 2013
Hemicrania continua
Olga Valerevna Jul 2013
everything that's simple is so empty when it's changed
delivered in a way the ones who listen are estranged
to bear the thought alone, from such a tilted point of view
will relegate the truth and make it malleable for you
but it won't lose its potency, no, nothing will be lost
the only ones affected be the people it exhausts
they'll find a way to punish every judgment on their own

...
..........
....

a testimony certain when its spoken in that tone
and proof will be a metaphor for what's inside their heads
the thoughts that they awaken every morning from their beds
"now tell me what you're seeing so that I may also see"
and quell the curiosity that's stirring up in me
the waves will not be violent and in time will not exist
a placid sea of sameness come and no one will resist
the chronic headache
Olga Valerevna Aug 2012
you're scaring all the people off
the ledge where they have come to scoff
and now they all begin to cough
from choking on their words

atop the hill they'd rattled on
about how they were all the spawn
of everything that comes at dawn
especially the birds

it must be why they got away
with every word that they would say
they'd fly and hide and go astray
by piloting their wings

but feathers kept on falling from
every flock and turned them numb
until their throats would eat their tongue
and they'd stop saying things
913 · May 2016
By the whim of the lips
Olga Valerevna May 2016
my lips are not anyone else's
my mouth has a place of its own
and if you have ever thought different
exposed be the pride you have known

to see with the eyes of your spirit
you have to submit to its breath
then even in deepest of waters
you'll manage to make every step

it's simple enough to remember
but somehow the first thing forgot
when rhapsodic verbiage is offered
we sing to a tune we are not

but follow the song into silence
your very own tongue will explain
there's nothing that ever was spoken
that won't be repeated again
Acts 18:9-10
912 · Jul 2013
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
912 · Jun 2015
Heavy Treads
Olga Valerevna Jun 2015
if i can't sleep beside you i don't want to sleep at all
i'd rather be an orphan in the places where i fall

and i'll continue living like i never had a home
make everywhere i'm going just another place to roam

there's not a single step that i can purposely explain
but all of them collectively are holding fast today

it's not the kind of feeling you could ever even dream
i'm nothing but myself the days i'm nothing like i seem
some days weigh more than others
911 · Jan 2013
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
909 · Feb 2013
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.
908 · Feb 2013
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
905 · Aug 2015
Know body
Olga Valerevna Aug 2015
I cannot see the temple I was given long ago
Was buried through the winter then it melted with the snow
But every single summer when the earth receives the rain
I let myself believe I can be falling with its pain
Collected are the fragments of the person I have been
The water that belongs inside my coriander skin
The scent is something stronger than my memory recalls
But what is more familiar now that I can feel at all
Wherever there are bridges there my body also be
Above the rivers running while containing all of me
I've moved with all the seasons but I always end up here
Between the world that knew me and the place I disappear
I know you know
900 · May 2015
I Was Still Born
Olga Valerevna May 2015
To move through genealogies
consider what it takes
The blood of those before
you filled with all of their mistakes
And what you've given into will uncover how you came
A sort of inquisition to eradicate your name
I called myself "the others" if I staggered or destroyed
Made everything inside of me
so purposely devoid
If not by my own doing
then by those whom I had known
To whom I was connected, thought, believed I could call home
Today's a separation
I have never known before
Or one that I'd forgotten
since I leveled with the floor
There's nothing on the bottom but I cannot seem to look
Much further than the dirt of earth, the silver that I took
The people are in pieces
and my head tries to compare
So often I can only find
the source of our despair
I go to bed in cycles
I can barely seem to keep
Awake so long I wait for dreams
to make me fall asleep
If anyone can see me or engage my busy head
I'll breathe before I speak again, let life be what is said
what is won, what is lost - what will stay, what is tossed
898 · Jan 2015
the caught
Olga Valerevna Jan 2015
the last i ever closed my eyes i saw too many things
it seemed as though my tendencies were turning into rings
and as i spun on each of them i thought i disappeared
but what i wasn't grasping was i gave into my fears
there's nothing like a wand'ring mind to keep you half unsure
to take you into places you may never know you were  
so if it looks familiar - a face, a scene, a sound
forget what you remember get your head to turn around
remember or forget it
Olga Valerevna Sep 2012
I crawl in through your weaknesses and take up all their space
I prey 'til what's inside you shows itself upon your face
and when the smirks and grins appear I come out through your eyes
infecting your perception like a swarm of hungry flies
now listen to their buzzing while I tune your ears anew
and you will sing the song I wrote specifically for you
I'll join you in the chorus and I'll help you hit the notes
then tie up all the souls we draw and take them out in boats
we'll throw them in the waters of the raging salty sea
and wait until they foam like you with gangrene jealousy
you'll think you want what they all have and they will fight you back
an orchestrated blood storm that is fueled by what you lack
(the mind I took away from you when I made my attack)
894 · Feb 2013
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
892 · Jul 2016
The purple vein
Olga Valerevna Jul 2016
The blood is running thicker and it rarely ever does
An overflow of omens turned the people into dust
Completely unaware of what was yet to even come
The end was ever closer but so far away for some
I've learned why it is common to forget we are alive
For death will come for all, return to claim a second time
Divided or united we have chosen what to be
together we'll be blinded or together we will see
a human turning purple can be joyous or lament
Can ask to be forgiven or embrace the consequence
We house the tree of knowledge painted every shade of skin
Yet surely we have access to the root of life within
But if we never ask to be created and destroyed
We cannot be the glory thus we settle for the void
And it can enough for those who fight to be their own
A king defining nothing but the self upon the throne
хоть как пурпур грех мой платксой
891 · Oct 2012
When
Olga Valerevna Oct 2012
I think about forever
I picture it with you 


Brought to life eternally by all of what we do


We're constants always changing 
But perfectly in sync


So much so we close our eyes the same way when we think


Hide me in your valleys
The dimples on your skin


And when the water rises high just teach me how to swim


Moving through the seasons 
Turning hands of time


We're making way for yesterdays to shape our world sublime


Endings have no meaning
For never can they stay


You and I fold into new beginnings every day
889 · Nov 2012
I can see myself in you
Olga Valerevna Nov 2012
She is everyone, he is everywhere 
Talking fast and walking strange without a care 

Pick and choose the words you bruise 

They're apples falling from a tree
Once bitten, you ingest reality 

And skin becomes the center of the battlefield 
A place that you have entered but forgot your shield  

Feel the fleets pass over every inch of you

When men saw hiding spots inside themselves 
They became protectors of unruly cells 

Reflecting that which summons such passivity 
And welcomes what's elusive all too easily 

Because remember, there is no mask on a mime
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