Paperweight Poetry

You can break the windows They can be replaced  You can smash the bed  It can be remade But don't lay a finger on my heart It can't be saved.   -anna sluder

Goodnight angels, goodnight demons goodnight to the safe, goodnight to the fear goodnight to the dreams, goodnight to nightmares and neither of you follow me into my head for where there is one, there is another where there is joy, also is pain but I suppose I'd rather have both than nothing at all alone with myself in darkness's pit where there is no monster on the bed besides the one on top of it. -anna sluder

He can hear the hearts beating in this room mine, yours, his, her's pebbles plinking against the window but the girl inside never leaning out no hello, no acknowledgment, only the barren air behind her glass an echo of what could've been said, what could've been done, lub-dub two pebbles against the glass lub-dub two stones lub-dub two hands clawing at brick lub-dub two legs tightening muscles, pushing up, climbing up her wall the heartbeat rising in his throat, his body rising up the wall, and don't forget abou all the heartbeats in the room, for if he can hear their's, little girl, he can hear yours too. -anna sluder

The sky is always blue, always even when bombs fall and bodies rise one would think the sky would darker twisting and convulsing as it chokes on the ash of scorched flesh on the smoke of innocent souls you'd think it would dark, just a little but the sky is glaringly blue, the color as loud as the sirens, that won't get there in time Bitterly bright like a masked smile over the shredding insides a child wearing white to the funeral the unintentional sadist ignorant to all the looming tragedy screaming in its face deaf, deaf to me, deaf to you and all the while, blaringly blue. -anna sluder