A puzzle used to be complete
before the saw that tore it apart
made it’s everlasting impression
on what was whole to start.
It remains in pieces until the day
that a kindred soul comes along
and puts it together piece by piece
and slowly rights what has been wrong.
Stumbling through in a haze
the pain scratches the surface
of my brain
but step by step, I carry on
hoping that the journey
is not in vain.
Blue jays flitter and flutter
just outside my reach
but the snow is falling fast
and there is no way to breach
this glass that stands between
my frozen dinner and me.
So, my warm bed beckons
and that’s exactly where I’ll go
until those birds dry off
and get out of the frigid snow.
My blanket will be pulled high,
warmth is the key.
Before I fall to sleep
and upon my waking glance
you are the image I see
which has me in a trance.
Such beauty you possess
and I know no other who can
capture my heart in an instant
and hold it for a lifespan.
With each moment that passes,
my heart becomes a little more yours
and our future unfolds before my eyes
with nothing but open doors.
Your past and mine exist
for only one reason and no more,
as they were the bumpy roads
that led to exactly what we waited for.
The buzzing of the needle
scares many away
but the thrill that it elicits
is not achieved another way.
The message that I’m making
lasts forever on my skin
and I’ll take it to my grave,
along with all my sins.
Plain black or even color too,
my skin, the empty canvas awaits
for the artist’s fine creation
and the pure joy it elates.
Snow falls from the sky,
silence blankets the cold ground,
rosy cheeks by fire.
In an old leather journal
dropped into salty waters
were the words that once conveyed
the feelings I had for you.
That washed out ink
and those soggy pages
still convey just that
from the depths of the ocean.
To my memories,
I sing along
and indeed, you
are my favorite song.
I’m only one scratch away
I’ll be there to make you pay
Lucifer got nothin’ on me
I’m only one scratch away.
–
You can’t feel your face when you’re with me
but you love it, but you love it,
You can’t feel your face when you’re with me
but you love it, but you love it.
–
I love eating feathers
in a beautiful world
and I know I am special
I’m so fuckin’ special
’cause I’m a cat, I’m a feline
what the hell are you doing here?
you don’t belong here.
–
Santa baby, slip a fishy under the tree, for me
I’ve been a good awful girl, Santa baby,
so hurry down the chimney tonight.
Autumn Siders 