Resting My Head

Coming home
is defined by
returning to you.

My heart yearns
for your warmth
and all that you do.

Resting my head
is a simple feat,
yes it’s true.

As long as it rests
in the proximity
of beautiful you.

© Autumn Siders 2018

#tbt

Are you just visiting
or are you here to stay?
I’ve never had someone
last more than just a day.
Are you in it forever
or just for tonight?
I’ve never known a lover
who could bring me to the light.

Are you sure this is what you want
and not just what you need?
I’d rather you leave now
than leave my heart out to grieve.
Are you an open book
or a mystery in sheath?
Perhaps if you leave now
tomorrow will be a relief.

© Autumn Siders 2014

Mancha

Impossible dream

or perhaps living nightmare.

Monsters on the wind.

© Autumn Siders 2018

Migraine

It starts small,
you don’t even notice
to begin
and then that annoying ache
keeps crying,
“let me in, let me in.”
Your vision blurs
and your temples throb
and the light burns
and the world spins.
Soon you can’t think,
you can’t stand,
even sitting
is an act so grand.
The day is done,
there is no carrying on
so I fade to black
and let my mind be gone.

© Autumn Siders 2018

Burned and Stained

Human life may be worth something
but humanity has yet to prove it’s worth.
Each passing day my heart sinks
deeper into the rotten earth.
Every soul that crosses my path
seems only to look out for one being
instead of finding out that others
can do good instead of just sting.
When humanity is all but gone
and love and compassion fled,
what is left of planet earth
will be burned black and stained red.

© Autumn Siders 2018

Birthday Celebrations

I hope you loved your present,
I had me in mind when I got it.
It’s the thought that counts,
I hear.

I hope your birthday was grand
while you cared and served me.
You should honor me every day
of the year.

I hope you enjoyed your treats
but I’m glad you got mine first.
No celebration is complete
without a fish.

I hope you don’t expect much
since it was only one day.
The others belong to me;
get my dish.

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2018

An Idiot’s War

I cooled down,
I thought about it,
and you know what?
I’m still pissed.
How easy it is
to deal blame
from your high horse
while we burn in flame.
Enough is enough
and your kingdom will fall
just like your pride, your ego,
your dumb-ass wall.
I cooled down
and then thought some more
about how to win
an idiot’s war.

© Autumn Siders 2018

Greeting Cards from Gilead

What better way to celebrate the upcoming festivities of Mother’s Day than with some greeting card ideas inspired by The Handmaid’s Tale?

Blessed be the fruit!	Wait, you shouldn’t be reading…
Happy Mother’s Day!	Now, you’ll never see your child again!
Under His Eye	Well you were under his something to end up like that.
For the woman who has everything…	Here is another blue dress. Happy Mother’s Day!
Nolite te bastardes carborundorum	Felix matrum dies