Paperweight Poetry

He held her in his eyes  For the arms of his soul were in chains There was no way to hold her When he was bound by the same infinite pain. -anna sluder 

She drained each beer bottle until the very last drop, But afterwards the amber bottles were oddly still full, For the bottle sucked more of her than she could from it,  So the beer bottle drained, every last drop of her soul.  -anna sluder 

Her heart was like a humming bumblebee hive,  Whirring feelings like bees in their nest, No wonder she never knew what to believe or to feel, For all she could hear was their wings pulsing against her chest. -anna sluder 

She's had years of insomnia in her mind, Thoughts that won't be anything but awake, Buzzing against her skull to be let out, So it can find what is out there to fill their unspoken ache.  -anna sluder 

He wanted to know what he could do, To make her love him once again, But how could she know the exact measure, Of the love that she had for him then?  -anna sluder 

How could I have told you that I didn't love you? When it is you who swarms my thoughts day and night, Who makes us a pair of two, And turns my every bit of darkness into light.  -anna sluder 

I feel as though I am an incomplete sentence, Always aiming without an actual throw, No climax, only suspense, Always a prelude to the show. -anna sluder 

For each tear of another check Is another tearing of her father apart For he knows that each thing she buys doesn't fill The hole that has become his daughter's heart.  -anna sluder 

The man, desperately robbed people of many things For he finds conning an invaluable art But he thieves and loots others for its beauty  Waiting in exchange for someone to swindle his heart.  -anna sluder 

I was raised in a black glass church Where they told you it was see through That they never hid anything for it was made of glass But even if it is glass You cannot peer through black It's truth was feeble and thin  The glass broke into brittle iotas of the dark  With one fingertip pressed, and no blood spilled Only the blacken blood of the black glass church  Then I went to the church that was built out of sand  I thought this one would be better Since it was formed like a castle  With a red flag even posed on the top But who would have known That it was only for a show? Until the invertebrate blue waves Came hurtling in across the church of sand And the church became only a home for the tide once again I was about to give up when I found a rock to sit upon And it happened to be a church carved out of stone That didn't lie about its transparency And wasn't quite pretty enough to be for show So the church made of rock let me lean

She has a mind full of barbed wire A mouth brimming with poetry A soul that calls to be lifted up higher  And a heart as wild as the sea  She cannot be contained Her curls bouncing without halt Just like her beauty is unfeigned  She is riddled with goodness and with fault.  -anna sluder