Escape

Lets escape this sad reality,
come with me into my dreams
where the only thing that matters
is this love we share, you and me.

Lets escape from a world of sorrow
from a world where gravity shatters flight.
away into the sky I would take you
away sin and doubt.

Lets escape, runaway, flee from this monster
a monster that prohibites our destiny
destiny divine that showers us with love
come away with me, come away

Come into my world, the world I have made
for us to abide in sweet Venus's care
Cupid adores us, Hades resents us
because of this home that we share.

Home is where your heart lies
or so they say
but I believe home is where love
sets you free...

-Olsen W. Potter-

Waterfall

Isn't water romantic? doesn't your heart beat in the myst? What better place could there be for two lovers, who dont want to be found?
Just around the corner from where my father grew up, there a small little town, with a small little road, but today there is no one around
so if we go through that town, and follow that road for awhile, we'll find at its end a place thats just ours....a waterfall long forgetten.
Come with me, please? Follow me there? It's where I have always dreamt I would ask my love to wed.
come with me? I'll meet you there, with a ring and a question to ask.... Come if your answer is yes....

-Olsen W. Potter-

Love just is....

Love doesn't have reason for being
it just exists in each of us.
Love doesn't have an explanation
it just lingers all around us.

Searching for love, searching for hate
wanting warmth, yet finding ice.
They said put your past behind you
yet the past is like a head full of lice.

Never ridding ourselves of its pain
of its undesirable memory
How can we forget the lessons
learned in out infantry?

Poetry is nothing
just an escape from the blade
that blade that we call Love
that knife which we ourselves made.

Some people judge, others no
Judging relieves from us a certain void
finding fault in others releases our own guilt
those that don't judge, are always with themselves annoyed.

-Olsen W. Potter-

Death by Stars:
Rushing feeling of boiling hate,
Fleeing my brain through my fingertips.
Death by Stars, Burial by Space.
Brock making fun of me
because of my homeworks fate.

Who cares what he thinks?
I know people read my blog
ok, maybe not at many as his
but I'm new, I'm refreshing,
I'm a work of bloody art!

Who needs comments?
Who wants glory?
I write because I want to
not to receive some man given trophy
Writing is a gift from god,
and as said by Mary Poppins
"Screw 'em!"

Laughing my head off
joys of forgetten friends
write and write and write and write
really who cares what a blog says?
.
.
.
I do.....
-Olsen W. Potter_

Death

Blood, Hate, Anger, Lust
Red, Green, Yellow, Blue
Feelings of a lonely life
Colors that only sinister see.

Steel cold heart, even colder emotion
Freezing hope in my icy veins
Love is broke with an empty stare
How could heat even dare to enter here?

Romance is dead, buried along with joy
Solitude is the only thing left to my reason
Worthy friends are next to none
and those that I have, well they run, run, run

Running red, a pool in my hand
A pleasure pain releasing adrenaline
Green feeling, Envy of the dead
When will this oddity end?

Yellow sun, rising hope, what a head ache
Hatred of the day, a passion for the night
Blue eyes of dulling energy, lifelessness filling my heart
Who want this life? Who wants.......
-Olsen Potter-

This is my inside when I'm feeling sad, odd isn't it? how someone can dream of Love undying and yet still have so much pain inside. 

Capable

You dont think I'm able
to live in this world without you
That its your love that keeps me going
Well I know that I am capable

Love like water is nesscary to live
Your love is like wine
I dont want to lose that sweet taste
But water will suit me fine

So you think you've won me over
that I'm just your servant or slave
Well my mind wont agree to that
so I dont think that I will behave

I'm capable of life, I'm capable of love
I can do whatever I believe I can
And I dont need you to back me up

-Olsen Potter-

Unknown

I am free like the wind, yet imprisoned like a dog
I can love with my heart, and hate with my passion.
I feel the heat of blood, running down my wrist
My needs are filled, yet I know not satisfaction.

I am empty with no knowlegde, wisdom shines in my eyes
I am like the blade that I hold in my hand
Cold to the touch, sharp against skin
In the end my body will obey my command.

Red, drying red... that blur enters my senses
Everyone will be green with envy of me
Purple gowns and golden crowns are awaiting
in a world where no sadness will be...

-Olsen Potter-

This is Demecca Mystic. She is very loving, caring and kind. Her tattoo is a symbol of the West Wind, embodying her free spirit. 

This is Elphaba again, just I didnt like the way she looked. She was mean and ugly, not the character I thought Wicked described. 

This is Elphaba, I hate her hat, and she has no hair, but still I think she looks "Wicked." 

This is Cairenn Lasair, the main character of my novel/musical 

Hello Everyone,
Brock told me that I need to "spice up" my Blog abit because poety is just plain dull. so I have decided to start posting some of my 3d pictures as well as updating you all on the overall status of my book/musical. Aren't you all exicted? Anyway I'll keep you all updated with more then just poety from now on so that you actully comment on my blog rather then just read and then move on.
Yours Truly
-Olsen Potter-

Words

Words on a page, emotions anew
Releasing the tension, purging the blue
feelings of life, relaxing the mind
in a world of make believe.

Anger runs rampant, yet nothing it hurts
Invy can thrive, until your heart bursts
Love can soar high in the unlimited sky
its all in our mind, words on a page

The pen and the paper, gods greatest gift
to those who master the language of myths
unlocking a teasure, the secret of youth
words live on forever, immortalizing our lives.

Words are just pictures, symbols, and cues,
that mix our emotions, passions, and hues,
by which we see life through untainted eyes
the poet, our master, our true guide in life.

Unheated passion, a boring emotion,
brought to mean something, with the right description,
can unlock in ourselves the love that we feel
or by chance we look deeper, and find our true selves.

Words are nothing, just stuff on a page
but strangely enough they make our lives change
we must be careful in writing, in scribing our thoughts
the effect is unknown, what might they cause?

-Olsen W. Potter-