Paperweight Poetry

Your soul pierces me,  Cracking open my soul,  Until I don't know which I'd rather be,  Utterly broken or imperfectly whole?  -anna sluder 

Good morning to the grass Where the dew dries under the sun Good morning to the skies  That stretches like blue yarn undone  Good morning to the sun That outshines my every woe Good morning to the flowers  All the daisies and a rose  Good morning to the earth  Where I live out my mornings, nights, and day And a good morning to the heavens Where I will wake up each morning, when it's time to fade away.  -anna sluder 

I write my love on a paper aeroplane that I send over your fence I wonder what you will think as it falls and lands at your feet  Will you say you love me too, or let the empty air say it all?  But instead I look up to see millions of aeroplanes soaring back in a fleet. -anna sluder

She sat out all alone, in the shallows of the night  To wonder at the constellations in the sky's spread  But when her father found her, admiring the prevailing light  He told her she could not return, for he saw the dark prevailing instead She was split with ache, but her father didn't care a bit For he told her she'd understand when she had children of her own  All the robbers and evils of the night, one day she'd see it  But instead she grew and missed all the stars that ever shone  So she gave life to her children, and let them sit in the night  Taught them to fear not of the night's beauty and ferocity For even though her father only saw the dark, she still saw the light  And knew that being fearless made you free So she sat in wonder of each night, pondering what would've happened  If she'd been allowed to see the nights just as they are  If her father hadn't barred her would she be more wiser of the end?  What would&

I fill my soul with beautiful nothings With papery wings that tear like thin leaves  That flutter about with nothing good to bring As I wish I had something that didn't change with the breeze.  -anna sluder 

Everything beautiful is a step behind like the way the stars chase after the moon  The way that dust always gets caught in the light And the bees pursue each flower's bloom And the wind dances after the tail of a kite.  -anna sluder 

When will I realize?  That this doesn't matter, whether I succeed or fall apart,  So I will not learn until I quit seeing with my eyes, And instead look with my heart.  -anna sluder 

he ties the string of the balloon to his small unworn hand so it doesn't float away naively before he gets to the bottom of the valley sometimes it is green, sometimes it is red his father could never choose between his favorite two so on a random date that meant so much to his family but he wasn't old enough to put forth a memory for that day he waits at the bottom of the valley for the wind to pick up and carry away the balloon on his father's birthday that is only a strange number to him and when he lets go for the sixth time he's done this since the age of four he wonders when his mother will let him let go of a handful of his father's ashes instead of a handful of string and a red balloon when'll he be old enough to spread his ashes? to learn it won't be his father who'll be teaching him to shave? or buying him his first suit? but for now it will be his mother for now it will be a red balloon. -anna sluder

T i m e is floating by on a deflating balloon that sighs with the breezes of the sky knowing the end is coming so very soon. -anna sluder

There is no hope without tragedy, Without darkness there isn't light, Just as there isn't goodness, If you don't have the willingness to fight. -anna sluder