check out the few new poems i've posted recently.
as always,
olga rozenfeld.


DaughterDaughter dearestDaughter
On the phone Waiting for her daddy
Daddys on The other line Trying to make money
Daughter dearest Is left alone Ready to shed tears
Daddys running Somethings wrong Faced too many fears
Daughter dearest By the door Toys no longer thrill her
Daddys home now Dont be scared He will never leave you


Thinking about the dateYou drove into the lights Down the main road of your town We exchanged few words As we watched the cars around us Swerve in and out of mist On a wet road on a humid days night Slow piano music played on the stereo Depressing enough to inspire the slashing of wrists No doubt our thoughts were elsewhere Yours were likely on the road We both thought about the court date How easily a teenage drama Crossed into the reality on the adult world Soon it will all be over Soon we will prove her fault.Thinking about the date


Joyous MistakesWe have such idealistic views And yet we do wrong by so many people We find it easy to hurt those we care about We sin We sin We do things our parents would not approve of We do terrible things We do things our parents secretly approve of We do horrible things Truly regretting Very few of our actions Well look back on it and laugh Well look back on it and sigh It was worth it -Joyous Mistakes
Just to giggle about it like an inside joke It was worth it -
Just to tell the grandkids in fifty years time
May your spirit keep the freedom
of a butterfly in spring,
and may your heart be filled always
with the joys of simple things.
May your essence claim the freshness
of the new laid morning dew.
All of this... and more...
is my Birthday wish for you.
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Love that lives in the heart cannot be so easily terminated by time. Even though the encounter is brief its impression shall last a lifetime. No one can change the direction of love that lives in the heart. If you have loved that in itself is the answer.
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Worlds within worlds, our reality is our dream
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Scott James Prebble fine art + fashion + fetish
the harsh light on reality hurts my eyes
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