Author: Autumn

#tbt

A fountain pen
and a bleeding heart,
the ink won’t dry
as words fall apart.
The paper’s wet
with every tear
still the words
express each fear.
Emotion’s ripped
right out the soul
for each blurred line
takes its toll.
Painted memories
dull the pain
but black and white
is for the vain.
Pen to paper
ink to blood,
the poem is written,
in a tearful flood.

© Autumn Siders 2017

Misunderstood

So misunderstood
since you never took the time
or bothered to learn
from this life of crime.

My eyes and yours
don’t see the same
and no matter what
I can’t take all the blame.

You think there is only
one simple and clear way
but I know for a fact,
lies are all you say.

Walk just one day
in the steps that I take
and see if your life
can be anything but fake.

© Autumn Siders 2018

A Cat’s Diary

February 3, 2018

Dear Diary,

Today was rough. I awoke at 4am to find my servants still asleep. What’s a cat to do? So of course I tried to wake them. I started by pushing some things off the shelf when one of them yelled at me to stop! How can I stop when I am so hungry? So, I did what I had to do, a few gentle swats to the face and finally I achieve victory. With my servant awake, I can now walk over to my food dish and eat. A cat must have an audience after all.

After some hard work (catching colorful mice and chasing after string) it is finally time for a nap at 9am. Just when I settle in, my servant decides to vacuum. The nerve! I must run for my life now that she has let the beast have free reign. So, off to my tent to fall back asleep.

My short nap lasts a mere 7 hours. Once again it is time to eat. I shouldn’t have to remind them of this, but of course I must roam aimlessly and glare at them constantly until dinner is served. It is just so hard to find good help these days. Then after I eat, they expect me to “play” on a full stomach. I think not.

A quick 40 minute bath and then it’s back to bed for me. I must get my rest so that just as they are ready for bed, I can keep them up with an hour of play. Today, they have the nerve to tell me it’s time for bed. So I hit the annoying one in the face.

I am fuming right now, but I must go to bed. 4am comes quicker than you think.

Sacrifice

Pure and good,
you serve a purpose,
a calling greater
than a single soul.
Lay down
upon the altar
and let your blood
feed the coal.
Fires burn
for those in need
not of saving
but intervention divine.
Take a life
and spoil your own
and kill us all
without even trying.

© Autumn Siders 2018

#tbt

A disaster awaits
just around the corner
those of us who know
are still blind as to what
but I can feel the change
in the air and all around
and whatever is in store
will surely bring us down.

© Autumn Siders 2014

The Same

I go through the motions,
my heart as empty
as my soul.
Vacant stares,
a walking sleep,
a zombie on a roll.
Each day becomes
the next
and yesterday
just a blur.
What tomorrow brings
is more of the same
for sure.
Thunder rolls
as storm clouds
turn the world grey
and I wait for rain
to wash the same
away.

© Autumn Siders 2018

Simple as Fate

How many times before
had I seen you in my store?
What changed this time
that you won’t leave my mind?

How did it get this far
as if fated in the stars?
What would your answer be
if I asked to to join me?

Was it your eyes
or the way you move?
Why do I feel
like I have something to prove?

Was it when you said, “hi”
or when I said, “hello?”
Why do I feel the need
to beg you not to go?

How, the first time, did I not see,
your outer and inner beauty?
Why did I wait so long
to realize a bond so strong?

How then must we proceed?
I am at a loss, I concede.
Why must we complicate
something as simple as fate?

© Autumn Siders 2018