Paperweight Poetry

I tried to color the sky, because I didn't like only the color blue, With a bucket of watercolors and a handful of sun-sticky crayons, I fingerpainted a world of colors and everything beautiful I drew, But mama says I can't, for blue is the favorite color of the upstairs man. -anna sluder

You told me everything broken has to be fixed,   But why won't you just leave me alone?   I think you are getting old toys and humans mixed,   For batteries will change a broken toy's heart, but not my own.   -anna sluder

I fall asleep deep in the arms of your soul,   Our heartbeats harmonize like a symphony,   I hold your clock-ticking face and time's own toll,   And we live in all of infinity.     -anna sluder 

You sent me on a wild goose hunt, Over hills and into holes, It's not kind to mess with the runt, When I was looking for your soul. -anna sluder

He held up the black thing Up to my chest He told me he'd kill me If I didn't run He was the murderer and the rescuer In one strange moment Where he told me he loves me But he also will hurt me I didn't know what to do For the black thing didn't look evil Enough for it to hurt me It didn't have a barrel or bullets Like anyone would think He said because he loves me He's telling me this That if I don't run now away from him I won't ever escape For I see that the black thing In his hand will tear me apart For like a gun that he holds to my chest I see that the black thing is his heart. -anna sluder

When I look into the celestial rays, Of untouched virgin sunlight, Through the tree branches it sways, Until it is tenderly stained by night, Then for dawn, moon steals dark, For by the light of morning mist, Without scar is no remaining mark, And sunlight is its most brightest. -anna sluder

Thinking life ends in oblivion, the girl was quiet and she was scared,    Thinking our lives were rusting trophies and broken glories,   Thinking how we all return to dust, that we shouldn't even care,   As if she would have nothing to tell if our lives will only be stories.   -anna sluder 

We sang our song, As the lullaby of our hearts, But all your notes were wrong, And I didn't know my part. -anna sluder

I always thought I was more special than the others,   Thought if we were stones dropped in water I wouldn't sink,   And when I didn't die and the blood was on my brother,   I thought if this is what it means to be special I want to rethink.   -anna sluder 

Everybody said they didn't know her, When she walked with her head down through the hall, Nobody spoke to her because of her stutter and her slur, They didn't pick up her books when they decided to fall, As if those books were pin pulled grenades, To burn all their faces just like hers, The scars of her third degree past on her face never seemed to fade, So she kept her head down and walked through life in a blur, For nobody wanted to look into the damaged girl's face, Not even knowing it was more than her skin that was hurt, For she lived in her father's abusive place, Where he hurt her till she thought she was as black as dirt, Everybody said they didn't know her, Until she pulled out the metal that was black as dirt, And once her public quit on life created a stir, The others were finally alert, Everybody said I knew her, I never said a harsh word or pushed her down the stairs, But all it took was ignoring her they concurred, And never show how

Buttons are meant to hold, The masks that disguise our souls, So don't let even one get pulled, From the stitches of your silk, cotton, and wool, For you have to be held together, Because that's what the mirror of society sees, Whether fake or real leather, And who you are underneath when a button comes free, The mirror doesn't want to see what the button truly keeps, For the mirror is too selfish about its own shine, Not wanting anyone's trueness to seep, Because behind the tight buttons, not everyone is fine, For buttons break, but so can the inside, Nobody wants to walk in the others' shoes, Because it reminds of what we alone have also tried to hide, For mirrors have something behind the glass too. -anna sluder  

you tell me to be myself, because you don't judge books by their covers, but when i do, you treat me like words on a shelf, i never knew you were such a bluffer. -anna sluder 

They said they didn't know what was wrong with me Because my hands weren't purple and blue But I was shaking inside from a cold unleashed I guess a frost-bitten soul is not for renew. -anna sluder

under a seemingly perfect sky, we were lying in the park you carved our names on a tree and on my paper heart later, i didn't know your change could leave such an eraser mark when you wiped away my name, tore the paper apart. -anna sluder