Month: February 2016

#tbt

There is a winter scene

painted on canvas before me.

A single light illuminates

a snow covered tree.

There is a winter scene

full of life out the window.

The cars bustle and the people

bundle as the snow piles grow.

There is a winter scene

deep within my soul.

The longer I go without you

the more my heart is not whole.

© Autumn Siders 2016

Twitter Tuesdays

I myself do not have a Twitter account, mainly because I can’t figure out what it actually accomplishes. However, there is one good attribute of Twitter that every writer should take part in once in their endeavors. The 140 character limit. There is no better way to hone your writing than to limit the amount of words you can use to convey your message. So with no further explanation, Tuesdays shall now become my day to tweet on my blog. That is until Twitter tells me to stop and get a Twitter account.

–Albert’s problem always seemed to be that the whole world was against him. Maybe it’s just that he was the only one against the world.

–On my way to the store I saw an elephant, a kangaroo, and a family of chimpanzees. I am never playing Jumanji again.

–Relationships have become such a game. I wouldn’t mind it if mine wasn’t a combination of Battleship and Operation.

–I often think that my cat is the only one who loves me until I come to the startling realization that she loves no one.

–Music has the astounding ability of making us feel everything and nothing at the same time. Kind of like my ex-girlfriend.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Important Things

The return of my decaying friends has got me thinking of another reason why the zombie apocalypse is really a chance to start anew. Sure you lose a lot when the shit hits the fan. In the grand scheme of things you might be down a family, but give it some time and you can replace your loved ones with all the material things you could ever want. Money no longer matters and everything will be free for the taking. I have compiled a list now, just another way to prep for the inevitable, of all the things I would want when the end of the world comes. After all, it is beneficial to go shopping with a list.

-I may have mentioned this beauty before. Dean Winchester’s 1911 .45 Colt with custom engraving. I want it to actually work so, gun manufacturers, please get started on making this if it doesn’t already exist.

-’65 Triumph Scrambler. What better way to escape the undead than on a motorcycle?

-Michonne’s katana. I will settle for another if she is unwilling to part with it.

-A nice leather cowboy hat. It shades you from the sun, smells good, and makes you look badass.

-A lifetime’s (this could be a short time considering) supply of montelukast sodium. I know eventually it would lose its potency, but as the world dies, my allergies to it would most likely fade away as well.

-A black and red Gibson Les Paul Classic. Not that I would be able to play it with the threat of drawing zombies near, but it would still be nice to hang on the wall.

-Finally, this new idea for my collection, Lila Bard’s knife with the brass knuckle handle. In the words of my new favorite female character in literature, one can never have enough knives. And if you haven’t read this book, you need to. A Darker Shade of Magic by V.E. Schwab.

A Feline’s Intuition

I see you out there,

no matter what those people say

I can see you and smell you

there is no getting away.

You may think you are clever

and that into the dark you blend

but never forget that a feline

has a nose on which to depend.

So slink away into the night

or stop a while and stare,

but I will always find you

even when my people are not aware.

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2016

A Loving Trip Down the Greeting Card Aisle

For those unconventional relationships this Valentine’s Day…

To the mother of my children… My love for you has grown over the years as much as your vagina.
To the man of my dreams… Thanks for being there when my husband isn’t.
You robbed my heart, my love, my soul. I robbed your bank account. Much love.
Save the flowers and the chocolates, You’re going to need the money for your doctor’s bills. Enjoy the syphilis.
Roses are red, violets are blue Here are some flowers, but I am still dumping you.

Virgin Ears

The only bad thing

about our favorite songs

is that we can never again

hear them for the first time.

We anticipate the key change,

we memorize the melody,

we feel the harmonies,

our hearts supply the beat.

If only we could forget

at the end of each day

and listen again the next

with our virgin ears.

© Autumn Siders 2016

#tbt

The café is empty

and my cup about the same.

I fill the page to make up

for the emptiness for which I’m to blame.

No matter what I write,

the page still seems blank

and the words mean nothing

since when you left, my heart sank.

The words that I choose

may hold no meaning for me

but those who read them

give meaning I cannot see.

© Autumn Siders 2015