Paperweight Poetry

Love? I'll tell you how it feels It feels like downing a bottle of stars And you aren't quite certain If it is bubbling inside you  Or discreetly wresting open your insides And yet you don't give a damn  For love feels like an advocate of forever  Telling you this carriage of desire won't abandon Even when you have drunk the moon instead Love feels like the climax of light and chaos Which is why it tastes like the still lit yet dying stars  Love?  I'll tell you how it feels  Well, I'll at least tell you how I've heard it feels.  -anna sluder

I've always wondered  if there's someone on the other side that calls our side  the dark side of the moon.  -anna sluder

Would you like to hear a tale? About nothing important and nothing sane  But perhaps if you listen to my hurts and mistakes I will find that a word has never existed as fictitious as the one named "fail".  -anna sluder

Mama used to tell me not to worry For sunshine always comes after the storm But now I look up at Mama and ask "what about the bombs" And she just looks straight ahead, like the silence before the pin is pulled.  -anna sluder

They were the outrages of youth Slinging their AK-47s of rebellion over their shoulders And wading through the thick Their appetite was filling And it overzealously scorched the heaven With outborn exhaust from their acquired taste in pride And in ignorance of people they thought were ignorant to the ignored   Like their way of thinking was like a bullet, straight and right  So we must reascend the creation of this generation again To purchase the soil twice  Or the people are nothing slighter than the same calculation  Setting fire to the ancestors of presumable insanity  While counting their own fruitless sheep of anarchy sane.  -anna sluder

When I was five years old mommy told me there were no monsters under the bed and when I was five and a half years old  Mommy died now I'm six years old and daddy doesn't tell me that there are no monsters under the bed for I am six and a half years old  and he's too busy being the monster in it.  -anna sluder

Once you told me,  That life is an uncomely brute,  So I just thought you should know, That one time I swallowed sunshine, And it tasted like honey.  -anna sluder