Well this past semester, some of you know that I took a poetry class and I never really did anything with my poems so I figured I'd lay my portfolio out here. No where near perfect, mind you, but I still feel like I need to display them. Leave comments below please!
Like the last time
A look, a smile-
look away, and back again.
You feel her
leading you into temptation,
seducing you with her smile.
Seduction at its finest.
She looks so bold
with her lips blood red,
begging,
please touch.
An allure you know
you can’t ignore.
She gives you that look,
Oh you know the look,
of desperation, of want, of need.
Standing there,
craving to be touched.
On his floor
He laid in his rickety bed, shaking from the thought,
The memory haunting him;
The moment the relationship ended.
Arriving so swiftly, he almost missed the ending
Sliding right by him, like a toy.
He hadn’t even realized till now
It broke.
With the guilt he suddenly felt,
He needed to fix it,
Find its root.
Its core.
Its purpose.
Why the relationship ended.
Examining closely, he finally found his answers in the toy
Staring, with Wonder.
Amazement.
Confusion.
“I used her … I never really loved her
As much as she loved me”
He gathered himself and sighed.
He had the toy and used it,
Used it to the 10th degree
And then, used it some more.
He took no care of the toy.
Swinging it around, letting it follow him in the dust.
That’s what he had done;
He broke his toy.
Pushing something so beloved away
Pushing it so far that it shattered,
Into a thousand tiny pieces laid out on the floor.
Make Believe
“If you give up your deepest, darkest secrets, you need to trust that person wholly”
They talk of You.
They question You,
just like me.
Struggling with the question,
“Are you really there,
or is this a dream?”
A vision of You
comes to me.
A blank canvas with eyes and a mouth,
speaking words I do not comprehend,
telling stories I don’t know.
How am I to trust you, faceless God?
Divulge all my wicked thoughts and secrets
into a man who I can’t see?
Your words, preach them,
make me believe.
The façade of enlightenment You create, that
so many see
Prove it,
Test it,
Give it to me.
Produce your words and stories
into actions I can actually see.
The answers that I need.
A life I can truly be proud to lead.
An Addiction
A feeling, deep within me says,
“You’ve done it again…”
But this guilt-ridden voice can’t stop me.
“You do this every time.”
A line so true, I feel a little burn.
It’s just the shot of Smirnoff.
“You’re going to regret it.”
But not till the morning, I tell it,
Not till I can see straight again
“How are you going to explain this?”
Ohhhh, someone took my phone,
It was meant for someone else, my usual go to lies.
“You have an addiction”
To the booze or texting?
W.A.I.T.
Waiting for the call
with her Vodka by her side-
the clock in a hazy fog.
Another night with her stomach full
Of alcohol, pondering when
he’ll call.
A sip, a drink, a shot,
anger takes over.
“I cant do this anymore” she cries into her cup.
She’s in a place where she knows
she’s not in control.
Irritated at her inability
to break free of his power,
his seduction.
“Today will be the day,
he won’t disappoint,”
she hopes as she pours another.
Two hours later.
Two years late.
“Tomorrow, he’ll call,” then
she waits with two more shots
her ultimate fate
Lost youth
Lost, wandering, a young girl looks for help,
but her small, contained snow globe sees no end.
No sign to show her safety
of what dangers lie ahead
Regret, that’s all she feels,
For her adult choices that lead her here.
Her world is now tilted around, like the snow globe
That contains her.
Trying to reclaim a youth,
an innocence,
that was lost the day she picked up the blade.
Wondering where her life has gone,
she sits reminiscing about the times when she would glow,
before she felt the need to hurt,
before she was shaken up in this trap of solitude.
Falls upon an answer,
but skins her knee.
There is always something she must give
to find her peace
some skin,
her youth,
anything she can mistreat.
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Copyright Sarah Wojnicki
Copyright Sarah Wojnicki
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