Paperweight Poetry

He stands upon the edge of the world Over the lip of the fine earth, his toes are curled He always imagined the edge would be sharp, refined A stretching infinitude of an impenetrable line  But the edge, it is a soft smile, warm And the sky in front of him is yellow, like bees in swarms  One step forward and he decides To finally, let his own soul fly And with each step forward, soil flutters down in clumps Until he peers into the yellow gaping mouth below and jumps.  -anna sluder

Dear Young Woman, This is Society writing to you, I wanted to let you know that since you've become a woman, there are rules of just a few, You cannot eat anything other than what I say, And you can't forget to shave your legs for more than one day, You cannot weigh more than one hundred and thirty-five pounds, You must have a flat stomach, yet also have a chest that is round, Dear woman, in order to be loved, you need to be passive, yet be confident and strut, Flirt a lot, but not too much or else you will be called a slut, So honestly dearie the rules aren't hard to commit, Just break yourself down until in our box you fit.  -anna sluder

love me soft and with heaven we will battle hell and then if you still have to break me soft as well. -anna sluder

She walks in soft, like the rain, Of gentle plumes of drips and drops, Teary-eyed joys and teary-eyed pains, Of entities undefined, infinitudes that never stop, She lets you dance in her trickling vapor, Upon doused dewy pastures, Leaps of mist, frolics, and capers, There is no joyful rain just like her, Yet she loves the rain for its melancholy, Because it is also like her heart, For the sky knows her torment and her folly, So it cries too so she isn't the only one falling apart.  -anna sluder