Paperweight Poetry

I see a light through the rain of your soul, the light gives me hope that there is something still warm, for despite the rain, your light won't leave me cold, as I wait for the sunlight that comes after a storm.       -anna sluder 

One day there are going to be so many outcasts that we won't judge them anymore for being different. For we will come to the realization that has breathed and lived for ages in the background just waiting to be understood, that we are all outcasts. -anna sluder P.S. I know this isn't a poem, but it is a thought I believe worth sharing (:

How bad How deep and pitless Do I How desperately straining That I grope at dustless, lightless air Do I How fervently sweating That the veins pop out of the neck of my desire Do I ... Do I wish to tell you That and how I am Infallibly Taintlessly virginally And incandescently I am in love with you But my fingertips They are milliseconds Five hundredths of a millimeter Only an atom and an iota Away But it's not about how far But how you are still away How ardent Do I Do I Love you But I can't reach you And how my do I Would be so much more When and if you would write them on a piece of paper Ball them up and roll them Tenderly onto my fingertips And down into the palm of my hand Like a stupefying magician And when you do I unfolded what I thought What I thought were my do I's Simply returned because you didn't want them And it seems the grandest magic trick ever produced Ever felt ever experienced Like how Do I ... But I run m

The ocean roars, Foaming at the mouth, Most think it's a monster never without drouth, But when all is calm, I wish you'd see it is something more. -anna sluder

What if I didn't stay right here in your arms? what would you say? that I drowned without your safeguard? I don't truly need you, you are not a necessity to me, but someone I want so true, so please don't let me flee, I will stay because I love you, Only from want, not from need, for I am afraid of my value, of who I am if I follow your lead, and lose myself in your every step, if I cannot survive without you by, by my side sitting on our doorstep, watching the stars too magically fly, or laughing at me as I use my fortune cookie numbers, as a baseline for my lottery ticket, or when you come home and hold my lumbars, as we meet at the fence and you kiss me against the picket, but God, do I love you, only I am not so much afraid of people holding on, and pressing and trapping me like glue, but that one perilous day upon, the lateness of my age, I will scatter away, away from you and our love so kind, for the reason that I run and forget to stay, is

WHY DO WE LOOK OUT UPON ALL THINGS VAST,   OCEANS AND SEAS, AND CONSTELLATIONS IN OUTER SPACE,   TO PONDER ABOUT THE FUTURE, TO BE ABLE TO LET GO OF THE PAST,   AND LOOK INTO THOSE TREMENDOUS ENTITIES TO FIND OUR PLACE,   WHEN ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS SINK TO YOUR KNEES,   AND BOW YOUR HEAD WITH ONE TENDER NOD,   FOR WHY LOOK AT THE TINY SEAS AND STARS? THAT YOU CALL THE KEY   TO UNDERSTANDING LIFE, WHEN ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS ASK GOD.         -anna sluder 

Daddy told me he had collected the universe,     In one translucent jar,   Through all of outer space's forces he traversed,   To give me a flask of fireflies that look like stars.                     -anna sluder            

What I would do to sleep in the clouds? To make each warming   sunset my bed? For how I would be so proud To say that the blue sky is where I lay my head.     -anna sluder 

Our souls were like a braid,   Interwoven with merging folds,   A love that will never fade,   A love that never grows old.       -anna sluder

The child was afraid that'd she never see her mother again so her mother said, You will find me interwoven in the stardust of a million scintillating galaxies, You will find me in the wrinkled cheeks from smiles so joyously spread, And when you're afraid of forgetting, look at all things beautiful and think of me. -anna sluder

They asked her why she wears rumpled sweats to school, Each and everyday with her mass of sloppily chaotic hair, She said it was her way of finding the good people versus the fools, For she was looking for people who don't define you by what you wear.     -anna sluder