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Olga Valerevna Jun 2015
How do I express this without taking it too far
I'll lend you both my eyes so I can show you what you are
We'll put our feet in places where the sun is always ours
And lay beneath the open sky to watch it fill with stars
The air that I am breathing through the lungs that you provide
Is something like the lightest breeze I want to keep inside
I'll listen to your stories as the melodies unfold
And put them in my pockets, they'll continue being told
Remember where you're going let me follow while I can
I'll meet you on the other side of everywhere I am
finding your happy place
Olga Valerevna Jul 2013
When everything that's tangible distracts your lonely head
And weaves you like a tapestry on someone else's thread
...
You'll find that the embroidery will never seem to match
Designs that were original, the bias is the catch
...
What was in the distance transformed when you got close
And yet you tried to view it as something less morose
...
Possessive with your senses, especially your sight
You caught the kind of blindness that gives itself the right
...
To walk around the edges, periphery askew
And look to aberrations to tell you what to do
Olga Valerevna Jun 2023
is anything as deep as all the oceans in my Soul?
their waters carried gratitude that sanctified me whole
I swam into the waves and let them break upon my back
as joy began to cover all the feelings that I lacked

my longing turned to waiting and I thought about The Time
when life put me in places where your heart was only mine
I disappeared completely and it put my heart at ease
my Soul is in the ocean and I’m left with only Peace
for my sisters and for me, too
Olga Valerevna Nov 2012
the long grass tickles my back as we lay beneath the sun's warm blanket
in this place, who I am and what we are become one and the same if we just let

let's play here together
please stay near forever

because I need you, see, like these fields need the rain
put your roots in my ground and we'll harvest the grain
A lover's poem I guess.
Title taken from a song by The Dear Hunter
Olga Valerevna May 2015
I need some rest I need to sleep
but all I do is count the sheep
a hundred more I'm still awake
My eyes withdrawn my mouth agape
So when will I forget to breathe
The way you did inside of me
I want to dream and travel far
Away from everything you are    
'cause where I go you cannot come
you'll not survive where i am from
The world is made of what we feel
So stop pretending this is real
You never were, I never was
The lie we made is both of us
a broad classification of sleeping disorders that make it difficult to get to sleep, or to remain sleeping
Olga Valerevna Dec 2015
Let's break apart the cymbals and the clashing of the time
remember what is holy and makes all of you divine
There's more than just a blessing in the melodies we seek
the grace we dare bestow will find its strength upon our knees
Whatever we remember and whatever we let go
will make itself a pillar in the places we will know
I'm not the only seeker and I've learned along the way
the people we connect with are the ones who choose to stay
And even as we grow in all directions that exist
the truth remains the same for those who bow their heads to it
I live, I serve, I love with every cell I see and feel
your presence in my life remains the only thing that's real
be.
Olga Valerevna Dec 2020
for those who need to see and feel the physical to breathe
there’s always been an element of, “show me You are here”
the movement of Your Spirit led my spirit to Your Hands
and even though I saw them, it was hard to understand

while both my eyes bore witness to the Miracle You are
my body clung to science and the meaning of the stars
by primitive behavior and by ways You spoke against
I tried to learn the heavens with all hell as my defense

I wandered and I wondered and I wore my body down
I made of my own senses nothing more than passing clouds
I tried to let The Meaning of the reason I am here
convince me You’re a thought that I could make to disappear
“Фома же, один из двенадцати, называемый Близнец, не был тут с ними, когда приходил Иисус. Другие ученики сказали ему: мы видели Господа. Но он сказал им: если не увижу на руках Его ран от гвоздей, и не вложу перста моего в раны от гвоздей, и не вложу руки моей в ребра Его, не поверю.”
‭‭От Иоанна‬ ‭20:24-25‬ ‭
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.
Olga Valerevna Oct 2013
The time has come for you and I
To place our lives where time abides
Consider this my letting go
Of all the weight of 'I don't know'
I'm here right now because of you
And what our Love has put us through
My eyes behold you crystal clear
I hope eternally, my dear
And if I fall or slip away
Please take my hand just like today
We made a vow, each other's now
And all its grace will show us how
To keep our stride in perfect step
Forever waits, we've only met
for my best friend on her wedding day
Olga Valerevna Nov 2020
if you follow the veins of your struggles you will bleed into hands that hold Truth
and then everything else will mean nothing
for The Story is written in you

not because you contain all the answers
or because it’s your life that’s worth more
it’s because you have chosen surrender
it’s because you have opened the door

if you follow the veins of your struggles
you will learn what it means to be Saved
and when every lesson has found you
you will sing only Hymns from your grave
“Ибо для меня жизнь — Христос, и смерть — приобретение.”
‭‭Послание к Филиппийцам‬ ‭1:21‬
Olga Valerevna Jan 2020
the age-old question once again, came knocking on my wall
“what is the point of being here if there is one at all?”
I took it then, upon myself, to follow answers through
and found myself on humbled knees, gone inching back to You

I thought about the stories I was writing in my head
and traded them for every Word You had to say instead
I gathered all the pages of The Book You gave to me
and saved them like a salve I know my Soul will always need
“В сердце моем сокрыл я слово Твое, чтобы не грешить пред Тобою. Благословен Ты, Господи! научи меня уставам Твоим.”
‭‭Псалтирь‬ ‭118:11-12‬
Olga Valerevna Nov 2012
don't
force
words
down
on
the
paper
like
they're
victims
they'll only scream louder
Olga Valerevna Oct 2015
Release the smoke inside my head
and I'll be on my way to bed
I will not dream enough tonight
awoken by the morning light
you're only here when I am gone
to keep the warmth we're built upon
But what is sleep when dark is day
and everything is not okay
I want to be alone with you
and watch the phases of the moon
The quiet sky can hear the beat
of broken hearts and tarried feet
I'll walk away from all of this
and find the home of nothingness
A body carries many things
but human's only part of it
So take my bones and bury them
a naked soul I can't defend
The more I think, the less I am
apologies become my hands
I'm sorry now, I always was
the sun is up for both of us
to double you
Olga Valerevna Aug 2015
in moving past the tension
i was carrying inside
i could feel the knots
as they untangled and untied
it's not what i'd expected
of myself but i have learned
the fire never ceases
you endure it or you burn

though i have not the power
to restore what I have lost
my skin may be a burden
but it's nothing to be tossed
i'll take as many lessons
as the heat can bear to teach
and fly into the sun
when it is close within my reach
expressionless
Olga Valerevna Jan 2020
my heart has been the same since it was broken long ago
by everything around me I have slowly come to know
I tried to write The Story but The Story turned to rain    
and left me here, remembering, the lives I’ve spent to gain
a thousand years had passed, or so My Spirit said to me
and I began to realize I had never learned to breathe
I’d given up the energy and patience that I had
to moments I had hoped would be okay when they had passed
“если мы неверны, Он пребывает верен, ибо Себя отречься не может.”
‭‭Второе послание к Тимофею‬ ‭2:13‬
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 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
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
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 Nov 2020
if building You bridges is for me
then I’ll pray for the strength that I lack
I’ll give up my hands and my body
Sow through me, bring the prodigals back

if watching Your Gospel unravel
gives me moments to meet You each day
I’ll put on The Eyes of Your Body
and follow Your Steps the Whole Way
“Придя же в себя, сказал: сколько наемников у отца моего избыточествуют хлебом, а я умираю от голода; встану, пойду к отцу моему и скажу ему: отче! я согрешил против неба и пред тобою и уже недостоин называться сыном твоим; прими меня в число наемников твоих. Встал и пошел к отцу своему. И когда он был еще далеко, увидел его отец его и сжалился; и, побежав, пал ему на шею и целовал его.”
‭‭От Луки‬ ‭15:17-20
Olga Valerevna Oct 2016
the beauty of a human can't be bound by anything
and when we move together there is life beneath our skin
be not afraid to make yourself a canvas for The Truth
the color palette being what for others you can do
it's not about appeasing every person you will meet
for there is so much treason in desires many seek
the heart was not created to be treated like a stone
and every time it beats it doesn't beat for you alone
to find the pulse of promise you must daily lend your hands
by way of giving wholly may the others understand
the simple life.
Olga Valerevna Mar 2019
if I were a slave to desire
I’d till every person I grow
I’d wrap myself up in a secret
and make it sound like one to know
I’d hide any signs of my sadness
and mask every burden I bind
you’d think I was being transparent
but I’d be deceiving your mind

(see)

desire has some way of turning
the people it torments - to graves
but even the bones have a story
and it is what keeps you awake
the rest in your body is smothered
The Truth has no place in your heart
and now that you’re being transparent  
you’re finally falling apart
«Посему для народа Божия еще остается субботство. Ибо кто вошел в покой Его, тот и сам успокоился от дел своих, как и Бог от Своих. Итак, постараемся войти в покой оный, чтобы кто по тому же примеру не впал в непокорность.»
‭‭Послание к Евреям‬ ‭4:9-11
Olga Valerevna Sep 2020
though all my crosses bear a weight, they crumble in The Sun
they disappear completely and I slowly come undone
I wandered through a head of space I can’t believe I had
and actively ignored the every question I once asked

though all my choices bear a mark, they don’t define my Soul
they make a way for me to heal as soon as I let go
I recognized the wickedness my beating heart had seen
and actively pursued The Grace that brought me to my knees
it is Biblical.
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
Olga Valerevna Aug 2014
a fool of curiosity
      i never understood
          why medicating mentally
   was questioning the good
cannot explain it more than this        
                   except to also say
that who you are can walk with you        
      but also walk away
who you are wherever you are
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
Olga Valerevna Jul 2014
So how did I become the kind of person that I am
By changing every part of me I couldn't understand
I wonder what I'll find inside the skin that I suspend
Or maybe what I've lost is more apparent in the end
And where is all the evidence I carried on my back
The weight of it has turned it into something inexact
A haziness pervading what I once believed to be
The only inconsistency I wanted to perceive
Secure in all my shakiness but never unaware
That I was going down a road that wasn't even there
And maybe in my head I thought I'd save a place for you
Until I came to realize that's something I can't do
I cannot save anyone.
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
Olga Valerevna Sep 2012
all these pictures in my mind
I've lost the plot and press rewind
the film is good, the reels have spun
but what I've seen has come undone 
I can't retain the stories told
they keep on slipping from my hold 
the screen I watched is blanket white
but can't be seen without a light
it's never day and always dark
I blocked the sun with my own heart
I feel it beat and listen close
it's fainter still, I've grown morose
so tell me please, it's all a dream
the final frame will tear the seam
Olga Valerevna Mar 2015
Perhaps it was a night you don't remember
When your soul indiscreetly smothered mine
And there in the middle of the moment
I waited for the sun again to shine
I thought there was a purpose to the madness
The way my life began to rise and fall
But realizing day and night are lovers
I came to know the meaning of it all
I wasn't here to mend your broken spirit
I wasn't here to write you like a book
I must've thought I stumbled into shadows
For you to give me such a heavy look
But ours are not the eyes of the assassins'
we may destroy but we could never ****
I'm certain there is nothing left to wait for
We've seen it all but we are breathing still
with or without us
Olga Valerevna Mar 2019
I feel like a stranger to all that I know
as all of Your Wisdom envelops my soul
and suddenly thinking is healing my heart
I had no idea I’d fallen apart
they say when you’re breaking you’re never alone


so maybe I’ve lied to myself for too long
I’m learning to humble my person again
each day is an ocean of Mercy and Strength
to think I was safer inside of myself...
I must have gone crazy before I got well
«Щедр и милостив Господь, долготерпелив и многомилостив:» Псалтирь‬ ‭102:8‬
Olga Valerevna May 2017
we've pushed the gates of time a little tighter than they were
we've built our marble houses up on mountains made of words
as snow begins to melt, expose the fire of our tongues
there's nothing left to ruin, sow your silence back to Love
no not the kind that's fleeting, adding wrinkles to your skin
but One much lesser heavy than this cage of bone we're in
Out of the same mouth proceed blessing and cursing. My brethren, these things ought not to be so. Does a spring send forth fresh water and bitter from the same opening? Can a fig tree, my brethren, bear olives, or a grapevine bear figs? Thus no spring yields both salt water and fresh.”
‭‭James‬ ‭3:10-12‬ ‭NKJV‬‬
Olga Valerevna Sep 2012
I've seen a trail that leads to the sky
that if I said I walked I'd be telling a lie
Instead I just stand here and let out a sigh
while something inside me stirs up a cry
I'm barely coherent and wondering why
my body decays but I do not die
Upon whom or what can I wholly rely
when purpose to life I cannot apply
This mind is the center of all I deny
blooming with thoughts that keep running dry
Lassitude follows and I will comply
create here a knot that I can't untie
I'm soaking in tints of thick heavy dye
and letting the color drain from my eye
I feel so much lighter as if I could fly
so set me on fire and watch me go by
I'll burn off the fuel of what I defy
and be left alone in my blueprinted high
You may all think my plans went awry 
until you uncover my motive - the 'why'
     


         the 'what I've been hiding all of this time'
Olga Valerevna Jun 2014
Take this time to think about the things you didn't say
And whether you were meant to open up a different way
I swallow hard enough to taste the sting I could've laid
Remember for a moment that a cost is being paid
Considering the apathy I used to feel before
I can't and won't allow myself to crave it anymore
A lock is not a punishment unless you lose the key
So guard it with the rest of you, don't  speak of it to me
Olga Valerevna Oct 2016
our heads have been on fire for some decades and a half
and every kind of heat, I think, has burned upon our backs
with lacerated bodies let us come to make amends
to douse the flames with water there may never be again
may time be in our favor, grant us only just enough
to walk away a blueprint many brothers colored up
a city can be drawn you know, but compromised as well
if people living in it look for emptiness to sell
our sisters bore the weight of both the first and second drafts
but bluer than their bruises be a selflessness intact
and maybe we are bleeding, maybe soaking up the blood
let everyone examine what the heart is telling us
John 2:13-22
Olga Valerevna Sep 2017
don't know what it is about bleeding
that *m
akes my poor heart come alive
I'm dressing in red for a reason
and tonight I'll be totally blind

it's then I will learn how to see You
with eyes I could never explain
You answer my questions completely
in blood You let pour through my veins

While others discuss what is dying
I'll listen because I am Yours    
as both of my bodies surrender
I will make my way back to before
my dearest friend.
Olga Valerevna Aug 2015
there's nothing more unusual than syllables and tones
the movements of the tongue that you can feel with all your bones
if we could be their master what a world we would create
a frequency identical to humans and their ways
where someone else's stories can be ones to call your own
the art of you believing you would never be alone
but even as you speak there is a purple on your words
the portrait of a shadow that should not have been disturbed
for while you're sleeping steady there's a face that's on the loose
with cadency unrivaled and a notion for the noose
the case is in the details, in the smallest of the small
and what is most important - we may never see it all
a feeling is a feeling but a purpose is the sea
so put it all together - it was real for you and me
reality
Olga Valerevna Apr 2014
The secrets in your pockets
have fallen on the ground
I gathered up enough to
recover every sound
I'm not afraid to keep them
and move while holding on
Whatever you are saying
I'm hearing as a song
I've learned to know the music
with every sense I have
Return to you the silence
the rest you needed back
sometimes I feel invisible, sometimes I feel so seen
but mostly I exist inside the subtle in-between
I tarry in the stillness, let it satisfy my soul
but carry all the pieces that You give to make me whole

on paper I am brighter than the sun on any day
but underneath my skin I am another kind of way
I give up all the energy I have inside of me  
and leave myself with nothing more than everything I need

today I feel as visible as every kind of Grace
I walked into this morning knowing I would see Your Face
the papers I’ve been reading made their way out of my hands
so here I am rewriting all the words I know I can
slow down, you’ll get there.
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
Olga Valerevna Sep 2014
When all the smoke exhales itself and leaves her breathing air
I beg your wretched fingers do unclench their tightened snare
The smallest kind of human be the finest one I know
And now that you have had your fill it's time to let her go
Control is something you can claim but only o'er yourself
your reach may travel far and wide but not to someone else
Today is gone, tomorrow leaves as quickly as it came
And even though the seasons break your heart remains the same
Remember what the world was like when she walked into yours
Although it's hard to see the way you did when she was born
for the father of a daughter
Olga Valerevna Nov 2015
you've talked about the many things that plague your lonely heart
how someone came into your life and made you fall apart
And what a difference it had made, the process of the loss
that in its stage of infancy alone was winter's frost
and coming out of sleeping spells that claimed you for so long
you somehow found a way to write an ending to the song
I saw you here inside of me and watched you walk away
I wanted this, I wanted you, I hoped that you would *stay
I am leaving
Olga Valerevna Jul 2023
I want to leave my senses on the side of every road
I want to be suspended like the clouds but in my soul
I want to be immeasurable like stars are, in the sky
Like every kind of pain that can exist in human eyes

But

I want to put my heart into the oceans and the seas
I want to be reminded of the Times I went too deep
I want to know The Spirit that would let me crash in waves
But take me back to shores where I could fully come awake

So

I want to leave my senses in the marrow of my bones
I want to walk in tandem with the people I will know
I want to be as human as my soul lets my flesh be
So I can feel your heartbeat in the only Place I seek
“Ищите же прежде Царства Божия и правды Его, и это все приложится вам.”
‭‭От Матфея ‭6‬:‭33‬
Olga Valerevna Mar 2023
there are people who have endgames, I’m the very least of these
I flourish in the stillness, where l fall upon my knees
it is there my every human trait surrenders to Your Truth
and teaches me The Only Way to live because of You

there are people who have heard You, there are many who have not
but still You manage peace despite their all-intrusive thoughts
as they flounder in the darkness and they fall upon their face
I wonder if their broken bones will lead them to Your Grace

there are people who have endgames I will never understand
I’ll share my words regardless, leave each syllable at hand
may it matter where they came from, may it matter where they go
may words I speak be graceful unto everyone I’ll know
“Но Господь сказал мне: «довольно для тебя благодати Моей, ибо сила Моя совершается в немощи». И потому я гораздо охотнее буду хвалиться своими немощами, чтобы обитала во мне сила Христова.”
Второе послание к Коринфянам 12:9
Olga Valerevna Feb 2019
so find yourself the time to die today
to all the things that cause your soul’s decay
being dead to flesh will remake your heart
Create of all your bones a Work of Art
The Painter is a Sculptor and Writer too
a Master in The Craft of Loving you
through everything that is and will always be
through every time you die but do not bleed
«От одной крови Он произвел весь род человеческий для обитания по всему лицу земли, назначив предопределенные времена и пределы их обитанию, дабы они искали Бога, не ощутят ли Его и не найдут ли, хотя Он и недалеко от каждого из нас: ибо мы Им живем и движемся и существуем, как и некоторые из ваших стихотворцев говорили: «мы Его и род».»
‭‭Деяния святых апостолов‬ ‭17:26-28‬
Olga Valerevna Jun 2019
if I were a painter then I would paint You
in every color and every fruit
I’d pray for my hands to be steady as Yours
and hope You would guide every move of my sword
I’d live on a palette created for me
but make Yours The Story that I want to breathe
so people could see and could know of Your Light
the One that illuminates all that’s inside
Olga Valerevna Jul 2020
a thief believes everyone steals, he once thought
but into his pockets he wept
“I’ve taken and sold for a penny to have,”
“and nothing but nothing is left.”

a thief believes everyone hides, he once heard
so out of the shadows he crawled
The Light would reveal every Promise He Kept
the thief was exposed by them all

a thief can exist when there’s something to take
but not when there’s something to give
so Grace can’t be measured or bought for a dime
or sold for a second to live
“Вор приходит только для того, чтобы украсть, убить и погубить. Я пришел для того, чтобы имели жизнь и имели с избытком.”
‭‭От Иоанна 10:10‬
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
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