#tbt

Written in blood
on a paint stripped wall
under the dim light
of one light bulb
a declaration of love
that cuts to the heart
both literally and figuratively
with needle and dart.

© Autumn Siders 2011

Real Boy

Being a liar

sure makes you a real boy.

The nose always knows.

© Autumn Siders 2017

Where We Stand

Morality,
bankrupt, belly-up,
broken to the core.
Honesty,
lost, lonely,
left upon the floor.
Virtue,
hopeless, heartless,
habitually a bore.
Hatred,
rampant, ruthless,
resting at your door.

© Autumn Siders 2017

Under the Bridge

Tattered clothes and broken toys
litter the ground
amongst constant noise.

Papers fly and litter the dirt
that serves as a bed
for those who have no worth.

Fires die out and cold sets in
for these hopeless hearts
who will never win.

© Autumn Siders 2017

Holiday

A holiday? What do you mean?
A cat’s work is never done.
Take it easy, relax a bit.
This cat’s too busy
to relax and sit.

I am always busy
from morn ’til night
and my work is plenty,
you can bet your life.

There’s no time to stop
as I’m always on the go
but I guess one 20-hour nap
could be allowed though.

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2017

Out of Style

Soft guitar to set the mood,
lights dim and lighter food.
Dangerous looks pass between,
flames flicker on desire seen.

Warmth is shared
but for a while
and love is lost
out of style.
Memories made
and lessons learned
by hopeless souls
always burned.

© Autumn Siders 2017

Have You?

Have you ever loved so much
you could cry?

Have you ever cared so deeply
you could die?

Have you ever wondered,
wondered why?

How something so real
could be a lie?

© Autumn Siders 2017

#tbt

For the first time in years,
the kids were coming home
and this lonely mother
would not be alone.
She baked and she cooked
and she slaved away
while her wayward sons
fought and bickered all day.

Those two sons
never wanted to return
except to hurt one another
and watch the other burn.
Little did they know
this would be their last
chance to find peace
and put the past in the past.

For the first time in years,
the kids were coming home
and this lonely mother
wanted to be alone.
She baked and she cooked
and she slaved away
and with a drop of poison,
she kept her sons with foul play.