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Midnight Oils

Burning the midnight oil
never ends well for me
with my mind in clouded turmoil
and my heart yearning to be free.

Still, I will not close my eyes,
I will not sleep a wink,
until the truth will out the lies
or until my ship will sink.

© Autumn Siders 2017

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Stranger things I have seen,
that made me who I am,
than you’d imagine in your wildest dreams
drawn into a diagram.

Simple horrors fill my days
and still I beg for more
to end the constant boredom
I fill my heart with gore.

Bloodied hands lay their claim
upon my tender heart
and tear with all their might
until I fall apart.

© Autumn Siders 2008

Coat

The seasons change

and so does my coat,

leaving you to drown

in this hair filled moat.

Just try to kiss me

and you will find

a beard of fur

is quite divine.

Lost is one thing

that I will never be

since I leave in my wake

little pieces of me.

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2017

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A darkness resides,

deep within my soul,

ready to strike as needed,

simmering like hot coal.

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Too many times I’ve been burned
so now the tables are turned.

I’ll let my darkness of the leash
and release this deadly beast.

© Autumn Siders 2008

Eloped

I left the next page blank,
as if someday I’d find
the words to finish a story
that should never have left my mind.

The words that bled into the page
couldn’t capture what I’d hoped
and the blank page that I left
took my ideas and eloped.

© Autumn Siders 2017