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WHATEVER IS BEHIND MY MASK,
YOU HAVE DISCOVERED IT.
I TRIED TO CATCH IT AS IT FELL,
BUT IT WAS GONE BEFORE I COULD TELL.
I PRIDE MYSELF IN MYSTERY,
BUT WITH YOU I CANNOT BE PROUD
I AM HELPLESS WHEN I AM IN YOUR HANDS.
BUT, THERE IS NO PLACE I’D RATHER BE,
WHEN I’M WITH YOU
AND YOU’RE WITH ME.

© Autumn Siders 2008

Thankful

I could list names and items, but this way is more fun. So, here is my round about way of giving thanks to all for which I am grateful.

-Those few friends who I can talk to once a year and pick up right where we left off with no problem.

The Walking Dead and of course Robert Kirkman for making zombies popular again.

-One not-so-dedicated trumpet player whose hug can heal all and whose counsel is always valued.

-A life partner for life.

– A family from across the pond whose generosity proves there are good people left on the planet.

– Bros, V & X.

-The one that got away but ended up exactly where she needs to be.

-The one I rag on, but don’t worry, just chew gum, feel good.

-Who’s Kim?

-A world traveler who I would travel to the bottom of a canyon to see.

-Books. Without them, I would go mad. With them, I probably am mad.

-My bookstore family. Without them, I would go mad. With them, I probably am mad.

-Vanilla ice cream, root beer, and pretzels.

-A feathered man who flew into my heart.

-A furry lady who bit her way into my heart.

-The one person who is required to love me by the laws of nature, but would love me anyway.

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You can blame me all you want

but I know exactly where I stand.

The faults I have in your eyes

are what truly make me grand.

So pass your judgement quickly

because I have no time for you.

While you wallow in that pity,

I know what is true.

© Autumn Siders 2015

Adult Activities

For those who don’t know, adult coloring books are the newest craze. “Adults” all over the country are scooping these things up like hundred dollar bills and what’s even more crazy is that they are actually enjoying this childhood pastime. For me, coloring in between the lines seems like it should be a whole new circle of the Inferno, but maybe Virgil and Dante decided to leave that one out as they sat to color a few pages the Botticelli had drawn up for them. What with it being the new hot thing to do, I figured I could recommend a few more childhood pastimes that should make their way into popularity for adults.

-Imaginary Friends: Everyone needs a friend and what with distance, work, and family, we sometimes forget to make time for our friends. Who better to have than an imaginary friend? They only talk to you. They usually don’t get mad if you don’t ask how their day was. They can also secure you permanent room and board at your local asylum.

-Making Mud Pies: If Sweeney Todd could help make meat pies, why can’t we all make mud pies. Hell, serve ’em up to all your guests and you may never have to entertain at your house again!

-Sticking Things Up Your Nose: There has to be some reason the kids do this. I mean there was that episode of House where the kid stuck the fire truck up his nose to rescue the cat. Doesn’t it just seem fun?

-Temper Tantrums: What better way to get your way than making everyone else hate you as your yell and scream your way to satisfaction? In your defense, you missed your nap time.

-Cops and Robbers/Cowboys and Indians (Native Americans): There is nothing wrong with a little role playing. Just make sure your fake guns and bows are bright and obviously fake unless you want to start collecting real bullets and arrows.

Click

I remember in the third grade,

I wrote a poem which received

such praise from all around

I thought I had it made.

They put me up on the stage

and had me read the lines

and when I reached the end

my words were all the rage.

Applause erupted throughout

the auditorium and through

the halls, barely contained

within the walls. I could shout.

Now, I know just the trick

to writing what others like,

and the praise comes not in applause,

but rather, with a simple click.

© Autumn Siders 2015

Tick…Tock

Time is the one resource

that can never be replenished.

No matter what efforts are put forth,

we run the clock ’til it’s diminished.

The time has come to stop

counting the seconds, the minutes, the hours.

May the priorities found at the top

be the moments and the people we call ours.

© Autumn Siders 2015