Paperweight Poetry

The curls that you simmer flat  Or tuck ashamedly under your hat  And the clothes you refuse to wear Even though they are as lovely as your hair  Are a few of the pieces you let chip off  "I won't miss it" is what you scoff  Because you must fit into the fleeting law But darling, society is just one saw That wants to chisel away who you are As if you never once had the light of your own star And there are plenty of blades to come So pull up your boot straps and don't run  So that when they tell you you are made of wood Tell yourself this can be withstood  So that when the word Timber is what they call  It doesn't mean you're the one who falls.  -anna sluder

Darling, the tears that wet your cheeks Are not devices to make you weak  Instead a lone river you think too wide To ease the ocean you hold inside.  -anna sluder

I'm afraid of feeling things Of feeling too much Of feeling not enough Or of feeling nothing at all Until one day I awake Quaking and frigid in my bed Completely unaware of feeling How to feel and what to feel Drowning in the cold sweat of my oblivion.  -anna sluder