Paperweight Poetry

My heart is bursting   I love you I love you I love you As if it could ignite into butterflies and bees  And spout wildflowers out of its mouth And there is so much sunshine in me meant for you That I could scream I love you I love you I love you  Lift my voice over the mountains and the wind and the rain And howl like some primitive beast For I love you I love you I love you  Now my wildflowers, Let me sing this song to you.  -anna sluder

Goodnight my loves I pray you have star sprinkled dreams That soar to the heights of doves  In that warm place before asleep and awake where everything is more tender than ever seemed  -anna sluder

All the dreamers All the passionate ones  The idealists, visionaries and star-gazers  Have a little sprinkle of madness A world turned upside down in their head they can escape to Where insanity is normality, where we all smash our fists into the glass of mirrors And wedge our bleeding fingers under the edges to yank off of the backing Searching for that something or someone staring at us behind the glass too A place where we aren't the only ones catching clouds in butterfly nets  And cutting people open to grab the songs in their bellies  But instead we are here where normality is never normal and a little bit of wild is tamed with drugs and shame  And when all the dreamers are on their deathbeds screaming "I see it! I see the light!" with warmly crazed eyes And all the people will shake their heads at the chaos stirring in us Whispering "Its okay," to the children afraid of us "All the bees go crazy before they die."  -a...

Would you drop the stars just to hold my hand? -anna sluder

Don't tell me to be realistic When you are chained to logic And I am chained to the stars.  -anna sluder

I know where to name my ache It is exactly three quarters of an inch  Below my fifth rib on the right side,  Diaganol from my belly button  And symmetrically in line with my left arm The pain isn't surface level, or in one place  It is systemically clawing across my muscles And into every one of my organs Lighting a fire in my bones But yet it all comes from the same place Below my fifth rib, on the right side The place where you lay your head.  -anna sluder

I used to count the stars like the way you count your teeth One finger pressed to a tooth, one finger to the sky Hopping from one to the next  But here transfixed under the sky  I don't count stars the same way I count teeth Because now I don't even try.  -anna sluder