Paperweight Poetry

how could one expect a woman to love a man when he burned down her castle just so he wouldn't be alone in his hut of mud and sticks. -anna sluder 

Maybe I'm just making love to self-doubt as I whisper erotically in its ear, "i can do anything". -anna sluder

when I was seventeen when I was six years old when I was eighty two and every year between something happened to me and life went on. -anna sluder

She went out like a finger tapping the last embers of a cigarette without a ripple or even a change in the water like an island falling off the map, a city melting into the sea. -anna sluder

I've loved you, I love you, and I will love you -an excerpt from a book I'll never write -an excerpt from a love I'll never hold -an excerpt from a soul I can't claim to know -an excerpt from a life I'll never live. -anna sluder

if souls are feathered we could be free but if they are petaled we could be beautiful and I don't know which is more important. -anna sluder

Inhale. He glares at me. Exhale. He cholerically stares. "I'm sorry. Am I taking up too much of your air?" -anna sluder