Olivia Greene

Olivia Greene Jun 2014

i looked for traces of your presence everywhere-
in the bathroom,
in a dish left carelessly in the sink,
in a fold in the cushion of the decrepit couch.
i looked under the kitchen sink a few times
but the place i spent the most time,
the place where i tried so hard to remember,
was under the stars on the blanket of green.

Olivia Greene Jun 2014

inky waters

If i could write a novel on your skin with my ink jet eyes i would
If i could direct the wind that carries the ashes of my cigarette to ignite some unbeknownst light in you i would
If i could point out the cracks in the pavement and ask you to walk with me i would
And if you if you wanted to count the distance from your house to mine we could
If you wanted to play house, pretend we could handle the falling sand, keep the reflection intact,
I would forget each grain; the dirt would pour an emerald glass pool and we could take a dip in its dissolving lust
Take a dip in the dimming lights and only come up for air when youre ready to look me in the eyes /

Olivia Greene Jun 2014

**** poetry

"one day you will believe and see you are capable of loving and capable of being loved"

Olivia Greene Jun 2014

cut off the chivalry

she's that girl you see sitting at the table, reading, drinking, and breathing
she's that girl that you will look at and possibly consider coming over to talk to
but you won't.

she's that girl who doesn't have a whole lot to say but can write for hours.
but you won't see the recorded thoughts,
or the songs she'll sing in her car when she drives away
while you're unsatisfied with the jolted conversation

you're that boy who will be too nice for her.
whose silence will remind her of everything she tries so hard to avoid but can't.
so,
she will avoid you.
and your formalities and chivalrous ways.

stop trying
for there's nothing left for you to save

Jun 2014

LET

not lonely

i hate saying i'm lonely
it's too pathetic
i feel as if the word "lonely" is associated with needing a significant other to be with constantly
but lonely just means feeling alone
not necessarily feeling like you need a romantic interest, just feeling alone
by yourself
so i just press myself against the window and look down at the people on the street and try my hardest to feel something

May 2014

Olivia Mercado

You are better

You're looking down
please don't look down again.
We live in a culture of self-deprecation
and self-loathing
but we are not slaves to it.
Just because you feel like curling up like a hedgehog
doesn't mean you have to --
It's easy, and you're tired,
but you don't have to.

You are better than this.
You are better than whatever version of yourself
you see in the mirror on those mornings you don't want to leave the house
better than your father was
better than I am, honestly.
There is so much goodness in you --
stop pulling back
there is nothing to be afraid of.
Trust me.
It took me years to find that out for myself.

Olivia Greene May 2014

yellow polka dot bra

I'm wearing a yellow polka dot bra and a pink shirt.
Anyone who knows me would find this odd because
black dominates most of my wardrobe.
I am dyeing  my hair in 7 days and I had a gold feather pin in my hair when  I gave a gentle guitarist my number.
There was a rose on this scrap of hastened paper and I bit my lip from being nervous; it bled.
Graduation is close and change feels like electric shock.
The polaroids on my wall are held up by safety pins that have no where to go.
My voice is stronger  and only shakes when I remember the past and forget my luminous future.
I have friends with flowers in their fingertips and lake's for eyes.
Their voices shift the earth's plate and we fall deeper in love with our beings.
Envelop me in an easy slumber that  I don't mind waking up to.