The street rat scurries,
but the princess is the thief,
his heart the treasure.
Author: Autumn
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You gave up too soon
and there is no going back;
the wounds are opened
and the hearts are cracked.
Smoke rises from ash
that once burned as flame
that flickered to close to skin
and burned us still the same.
© Autumn Siders 2017
Unwind
Family ties
slowly unwind
in fierce winds
and words unkind
and hopeless nights
end in fruitless days
when no one seems
to change their ways.
© Autumn Siders 2017
Feed Me!
If it were up to me,
I would sleep from morn
to night
and I wouldn’t even wake
until there were no
more light.
I’d roll right out of bed
and saunter on over
to my dish
and wait so impatiently
as you prepare my
yummy fish.
But the world is not purrfect
and this fantasy just
cannot be
since in reality you are sleeping
when you should be
feeding me.
© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2017
Nine Lives
If I had but nine lives,
just like you,
I’d love you still
in each one
and crave more time;
it’s true.
If I had but nine lives,
I’d use each one
to show you
each and every day,
my heart is yours;
you are my sun.
If I had but nine lives,
I’d wish for nine more
knowing that each life
I’d fall deeper
in love with you,
my heart never to be poor.
© Autumn Siders 2017
L8r
I found an old phone
just the other day
and browsed through the texts
between you and me.
Just a few years have passed,
but it feels a million more
since all the feelings I felt
have flown right out the door.
How odd that once it was
you were all to me
and now I think so seldom
on what we hoped to be.
We’ve grown apart for sure
and yet my heart won’t ache
for a love lost forever
leaving nothing in its wake.
© AUtumn Siders 2017
#tbt
Another day in the books
as the dust settles overhead;
six feet under looks better
when you’re not dead.
The gunshots ring
as smoke fills the air;
your lungs grow weaker
until you’re not there.
© Autumn Siders 2007
Little Mermaid
Trade your voice for him?
To be a part of his world?
Don’t shell yourself short.
© Autumn Siders 2017
Scariest Sight
The power’s out
and chill sets in
as darkness fights,
sure to win.
A scream fills air,
once silent and still,
as your heart skips,
secretly loving the thrill.
Monsters aren’t real,
at least not seen,
but monsters exist
in more than just dreams.
A full moon may warn
but still you won’t see
the ghost of yesterday
that never should be.
The scariest sight
is one you know well;
look deep within
at your own deserved hell.
© Autumn Siders 2017
Weathered
Flowers in bloom
wilt to nothing
as leaves decay
and bitter winds
blow death away.
Autumn chills
burn the lungs
with frosty air
and rosy cheeks
are not prepared.
Seasons change
but we remain
left to weather
the pelting rain.
Storms blow through,
leaving only ruin
with pieces left
that broke too soon.
Autumn Siders 