Christmas carols play,
the mood is not light or gay;
the lights have burned out.
Month: November 2016
Repeat
I’ve heard this song before
but it does not sound the same
like most things in this life
since I’ve heard your name.
A simple encounter
that may never be again
has left such an impression
of what has never been.
© Autumn Siders 2016
Outbreak
I have never been able to explain
this feeling that infects
my heart and other organs
which soon my body rejects.
There may be no cure
and I am prepared to die
so if you must carry on,
at least tell me why.
To my grave I will retreat
and your secret shall rest with me
but your disease will carry on
since there is no cure that we can see.
© Autumn Siders 2016
Season’s Greetings
I hear the people talking,
saying the season has arrived
for giving gifts and gaiety
which has be quite surprised.
This gets my whiskers twitching
since to me it is quite clear
that gifts are always welcome,
but put away all that cheer!
© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2016
Lovely, Dark, and Deep
Snow collects in my hatless hair
and the only sound for miles
is made from the breath I steal
trying to replace the breath you stole.
Frozen in a perfect moment
that we can never again capture
I wait for the perfection to end
and the snow to darken with the dirt
kicked up by the travelers
both animal and human
who will soon trudge through
the memory of me and you.
© Autumn Siders 2016
Black Friday
I woke up early today
to get a really good deal
left behind the family
to catch the perfect steal.
Drove through the dark
with the rain beating down,
a wintry mix collecting
upon the icy ground.
Then, just a mile from the store,
I met a patch of black ice
the steal of the day was my life
not hardly worth the price.
© Autumn Siders 2016
#tbt
For what shall I give thanks
when there are no words
that can ever fully express
how grateful I truly am
that you take the time
to read my words
–
Happy Thanksgiving!
Wounded
Blood trickles slowly
from this gaping wound you made;
No recovery.
© Autumn SIders 2016
Thirty Minutes
A mere thirty minutes remain
but that feels like eternity
and I wonder how it is
that with you, eternity seems but a minute.
© Autumn Siders 2016
The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly
On News:
The Good: I no longer have to worry when I read the news Monday mornings that there will be spoilers from The Walking Dead.
The Bad: All the news is about the recent childish antics from both sides of the political realm.
The Ugly: The news.
On Cats:
The Good: Cats are perfect.
The Bad: Cats are perfect.
The Ugly: Not applicable.
On Snow:
The Good: The first snow of the season is upon us!
The Bad: People can’t clean off their fuckin’ cars!
The Ugly: The brown colored snow pushed to the side of the road.
On Christmas:
The Good: Perhaps finding the Christmas spirit will lessen the debauchery and drama of a torn country.
The Bad: Jesus wasn’t born in December and we are actually celebrating a pagan holiday…let’s not tell the Christians (see above).
The Ugly: People think that this is a time of year to put our differences behind us and come together when really that’s kind of an all-year thing.
On The Walking Dead:
The Good: Michonne’s katana (it should really have a name)
The Bad: Lucille (see, she gets a name)
The Ugly: Abraham’s and Glenn’s brains smashed on the ground.
Autumn Siders 