sara-swiatkowski
Most of my recent poems will most likely be about my boyfriend, I occasionally write some horror fiction or society based poems. / I'm pretty boring otherwise. / I've got 4 poems published in the past 4 years. / I also tend to just create fragments of actual poems.
Wake up early
Do things that make you happy
In hopes they make you happy
Push them out
Not down
If they are out they might come back
But if their down they can only come out
In time you will forget
And they will forget
And it will just be another
Forgotten
Wake up early
Do things that make you happy
Until they make you happy
Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 7:57 AM UTC
Faces in gloom
It may be Monday morning but it's not hell
Will my lips ever stretch near my ears again?
Not until I can see the grass
Not until I have no tears
Not until I am in his arms
But what if
What if when
I can see the grass
I have no tears
And I am in his arms
My lips continue to not stretch near my ears
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 8:28 AM UTC
Anxiety
It's the first day of the new semester
All new classes
The second I woke up "will you know anyone? What if people think you're weird? What if you have to sit alone at lunch?"
I finally get to school a half hour early and wonder the halls so I don't have to be awkward sitting in the first class longer than usual
The bell rings
I walk to that second class already knowing someone in there decreases my worry
The bell rings
The bell rings
I get to math knowing this is the class we go to lunch with and if I don't know anyone then I'm doomed
I see someone I know, 2, 3 people
But then she comes in
The one person at the school whom I had a falling out with
And of course she is friends with those 1, 2, 3 people
More than I am
I'm practically a wreck walking to lunch thinking
"Should I just sit in the bathroom? What if I can't find anyone?"
I walk around awkwardly until I see a familiar face that I just sit by to lower the anxiety
Bell rings
Finally 5th hour
A class with no worry
Four people I know
Just then I remember
We get in groups of four
What if they exclude me
Then what
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 9:13 AM UTC
Even though it's only been a day since we've kissed and an hour since we've talked there are still tears in my eyes and a pit in my soul because I miss you
I ******* miss you
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 6:26 PM UTC
I was born with skin stars and you were too
If you need two perfect people
Just look at me and you
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 6:25 PM UTC
I think the fog is beautiful
With its undying haze
But it's causing me sorrow
When I think I see your face
It's only been 8 hours
But I still long for your kiss
I don't know how to react anymore
I've never had emotions like this
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 6:24 PM UTC
I have the thickest of skins
And I have my whole life
So don't stab me in the back
Unless you want a broken knife
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 6:22 PM UTC
I look in the mirror, but I see a stranger.
Sure, I put on makeup and clothes everyday all the while looking to make sure it looks good.
But I see the eyes I put eye shadow on, and the arms I put sleeves on.
I don't think I actually see the person as a whole.
I don't see the girl in the mirror anymore, and I wonder why.
I see red lips and bright eyes, but if you open her up there is no soul, no heart.
But I also wonder if it's always been like this, it just took me time to notice it. Which would be quite as sad.
But if this whole time I've looked in the mirror, I've seen a stranger, then that makes me,
Nothing.
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 6:20 PM UTC
I walk to clear my head
But at times it mostly fills it
I abuse my soul and body
So I've learned to take a hit
The cold air swirls through my lungs
As if a tornado of ice
I am my own trigger
Bleeding from psychological slice
I've learned to put down the blade
But my words have a mind of their own
I've tried to kick them out
But they know my head is their home
The mirror is just as much to blame
Telling me what I don't want to hear
Knowing that the sight of food
Will flood my conscience with fear
Every calorie is more weight
Which will never be cute
Like how a gun isn't a weapon
Without a blazing bullet to shoot
Nothing is ever perfect
And I know better than that
But I can be the closest thing to it
By getting rid of all this fat
No food, just empty water
Doing this every day by day
And I'm completely fine
If this is how I fade away.
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 6:18 PM UTC
They'll check your wrists
But not your thighs
They'll check your smile
But not your eyes
They'll avoid the truth
Believe the lies
Assume your head's
Filled with butterflies
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 6:15 PM UTC