Paperweight Poetry

I have grown drunk on wet cigarettes on warm champagne and memories and I have gotten wasted on dreams hungover on dreams stoned and hammered for those dreams in yellow cafes in Paris waiting, with a buttered croissant and a cafe noisette and a few dew drops of hope. -anna sluder

We are loosely defined by the colors of the night  by who we choose to be in the universal abatement of souls and I for one, am like no other for in the instance that the earth would leak out like yolk from an off-white shell hole-punched by trips and cracks I will collect all that is lovely and  that wants to be lovely and I will spread them out like butter so it will seep into the cracks of this land for the love of all things that are right, and beautiful and strong I believe in books, and music, and art I believe in beauty that an artist spends a lifetime painting a flower for the sake of the flower and for the sake of all things good I believe in love.  -anna sluder 

Chain me to your labels all you want  Enslave me to your expectations Brand me with your limits  Bind me to your preconceptions  Shave away my individuality And incarcerate my free will  But you will never get to me You will never get down to my very soul You may break my bones, but you cannot break my marrow You may break my heart, but you cannot break my blood You can suck out all of my insides, drain it, grind it, evaporate it But there will always be a stain There will always be a remanent of me A reminder that I was here  That I was a pinprick in a flat world That I stuck out, I made you feel You can write me away  Lock away my choices in an asylum  But you will never be able to forget me To forget the person behind the choice that you stole Because even if you take my body And cremate me into ashes that you spread across this land like butter Until no one can find me My soul will stay as an unshakable...

You believe that you are too broken That you have been reduced to infinite pieces of sand So you say if you have to take one more tragedy  You will disappear before you ever had the chance to withstand  But my darling don't you know that when lightning strikes It will do more than pass For when lightning strikes sand It turns you into a sharp-edged piece of glass.  -anna sluder

When I was seven years old I was amaranthine gold And life felt like the sun never set Like I was destined to live off of dares and of bets It was just bare feet and the bees And climbing calloused trees For when I was seven years old I was an unbreakable soul.  -anna sluder

W hen I die I want you to break me up  Into an infinite amount of atoms And cast me among the stars  For the place that has always been my home Is the place gravity would never let me go.  -anna sluder