Hairball

My stomach is turning
and my mouth is so dry;
this hairball inside me
makes me want to cry.
But real cats don’t cry
so look how brave I’ll be;
I’ll roam around until
I find the perfect spot to free
this chunk of hair,
all slimy and gross
and full of saliva
and disgusting to most.
Walking sure helps
but laying even more
so the best spot to be
is on your bed and not the floor.

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2018

Boarded Up

When you broke my heart,
I boarded it up
and saved it the pain
of ever loving again.

Years have gone by
and still I won’t trust
since the cracks never healed
and the boards never broke.

I saw you again
and you had not changed
but then, neither have I
so who is really to blame?

© Autumn Siders 2018

2550

Home,
not a place
but a feeling.

Family,
not by blood
but by healing.

Hope,
not a thing
but so real.

Hunger,
for something more
not a meal.

Time,
invisible
but seen by all.

Home,
where the heart
is always called.

© Autumn Siders 2018

#tbt

Beneath the boards,
a gentle beat,
a tell-tale heart
of an ancient heat.
Behind the wall,
a desperate soul
buried in brick,
despair in a hole.
Trapped inside
this hellish head,
goddamn bird,
wish I was dead.

© Autumn Siders 2009

Peaceful

Peace is what you give

although you would never know.

Heaven is with you.

© Autumn Siders 2018

Double Down

Gamble enough
and you’re sure to lose
since luck runs out
for star-struck fools.

Bet it all,
it’s only your life,
what’s to lose
but pain and strife?

Double down
and go all in,
after all,
you may just win.

© Autumn Siders 2018

Catonese for Dummies

From here to there
and back again,
I roam the walls
of this lion’s den.
What do I want?
You’ll never know
since what I need,
I’ll never show.
Meow from here
and meow from there,
now I’ll stand
with my icy stare.
You need to learn
how to read my mind
since our language barrier
has us in a bind.
Don’t you know
what I say?
Give me fish,
you big dummy!

Still Standing

Cars fly by,
old buildings stand still
and life travels
down an historic lane
passed through by many
as times never change.
But people do,
and still they stand
unknown lives
inside someone else’s hands
and times never change
where these buildings stand.

#tbt

Falling in love
is like hearing a new song;
Sometimes you love at first listen,
sometimes it takes a time or two.
Pretty soon you learn all the words
and feel every beat too.
You play it on repeat
and can’t wait to listen again.
Eventually you know it
inside and out.
You sing it in your head.
You play it in your heart.
Then you tire out
and never want to hear it again.
From the very first note,
your skin begins to cringe.
So you move on to something new
and fall in love again,
thinking this is the song
you’ve been waiting for all along.