Paperweight Poetry

I always despised loneliness until I remembered that I am loneliness' only friend. -anna sluder

I want to be the person that says "hey, it's me" when you pick up the phone And you wouldn't be disappointed for you'd rather have me or be eternally alone But maybe that's just flirting with ignorance and indulging on wishful thinking that isn't mine Yet I would rather marry fallacy than curl in a corner rocking back and forth whispering "I'm fine".  -anna sluder

We are a strange people a people who prepare a shock  for a man who killed another. But aren't we just stumbling with two left feet back to square one  when we kill someone who killed?  And if he were to have a heart attack the day before his death date,  we would scream at the doctors, "Do all that you can to save him!"   just so he can live for another twenty-four hours  so then we can take that sorry-son-of-a-bitch's life Naked. Strapped into a chair. With a sponge dripping down his face wet. Helmet bolted in. Black sheet shrouding his face.  Just so we can see his body suffer and shake  And we will plaster on the billboards "fry bastard, fry" As if this was ever deemed okay  And allowing this murder, let alone the circus spectacle made out of it  Is saying that this killing is deserved and therefore humane  suggesting that killing is natural and human  since the word human is what makes u...

let's just run away together and we'll make a big show out of it too take hands and sprint to the car go on a four hour car chase with the police driving straight into a black hole of unlit light and let the car skid to the side of a cliff so it's a little tipsy drunk on the edge leap off the cliff in synchrony to the police clicking their safeties off  and as we tumble and scream and fall we'll not pull our parachutes till the last minute where we land afoot and we laugh and laugh and carry away with the light  so forget boys i've always wanted to run away with the moon.  -anna sluder

You say we cannot make it When we are continents apart But there are an infinite number of rifts  Between an infinite number of stars  And despite all the distance None of them forget who they are.  -anna sluder

Erase me  But there were still be a grey shadow of me poking through the new words you write Paint over me But I was still be there, my words still written and pulsing through the new coat of paint Burn me But I will still be there, still be ash stuck to your shoe, ash in the air that you breathe. So do whatever you want to me Torture me with my greatest fears For no matter what you do You'll never be able to say that I wasn't here.  -anna sluder