Paperweight Poetry

Lumps rise like Everests in my throat  Drying and tightening like a cracking icy coat And I have to take a bite off of this fear  Chew it like tobacco, black juice dripping out like tears For fear is an acquired taste  Grinding my teeth to choke it down like its a race But it is a race, to keep from others from seeing that instead of strong and declared I truly am scared Therefore I squeeze down my pharynx whatever fate says to chew  And I have to smile and say that it tastes good too  Because nobody wants to hear That you really need the Heimlich from fear  For its all a show, a mask to all the strife So I guess you can say I am a sword swallower in this circus called life.  -anna sluder

You're thigh bone is stronger than concrete You are seventy percent water Your cells slightly salty Your liver can regenerate Your heart if stopped can start again  You'll never run out of skin Your adrenaline can make you lift a truck Your ears will never forget a voice You are made of millions of cells Made of billions of atoms So baby don't tell me you aren't invincible When you are made of mountains and canyons Don't tell me you can't live forever When you are made of the waves of the ocean.  -anna sluder

I'm drinking Drinking in this moment  Drinking you in  For right now I feel as though I am staring straight into your soul And I couldn't find it lovelier.  -anna sluder

When were you going to tell me That I am becoming your carbon dioxide When simply in my presence, at the look at my face Your skin thins of color, until eventually you turn as blue as mold on bread As blue as waters an infant drowns in  And you stumble backwards choking on my existence  Suffocating on her lack of existence  When were you ever going to tell me  That I am your carbon dioxide The putrid taste you wring from your tongue  With a swish of water, with a gulp of her The forgotten halos of cold breaths wispy and wet  Drying and floating away into the icy sky  When were you ever going to choose a damn time to tell me  That I will always be your carbon dioxide  The disposable you will always use like razor blades  That are there for the moment to saw the growing filth off  And then soon in the trashcan as shunned as your dirt But baby I can cut too So when were you going to tell me you fool  Not that I was your carbon dioxide Because I a

Roses are dead Violets are shrews  After all that you said I hope you are too.  -anna sluder