Tattered clothes and broken toys
litter the ground
amongst constant noise.
Papers fly and litter the dirt
that serves as a bed
for those who have no worth.
Fires die out and cold sets in
for these hopeless hearts
who will never win.
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Holiday
A holiday? What do you mean?
A cat’s work is never done.
Take it easy, relax a bit.
This cat’s too busy
to relax and sit.
I am always busy
from morn ’til night
and my work is plenty,
you can bet your life.
There’s no time to stop
as I’m always on the go
but I guess one 20-hour nap
could be allowed though.
© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2017
Out of Style
Soft guitar to set the mood,
lights dim and lighter food.
Dangerous looks pass between,
flames flicker on desire seen.
Warmth is shared
but for a while
and love is lost
out of style.
Memories made
and lessons learned
by hopeless souls
always burned.
© Autumn Siders 2017
Have You?
Have you ever loved so much
you could cry?
Have you ever cared so deeply
you could die?
Have you ever wondered,
wondered why?
How something so real
could be a lie?
© Autumn Siders 2017
#tbt
For the first time in years,
the kids were coming home
and this lonely mother
would not be alone.
She baked and she cooked
and she slaved away
while her wayward sons
fought and bickered all day.
Those two sons
never wanted to return
except to hurt one another
and watch the other burn.
Little did they know
this would be their last
chance to find peace
and put the past in the past.
For the first time in years,
the kids were coming home
and this lonely mother
wanted to be alone.
She baked and she cooked
and she slaved away
and with a drop of poison,
she kept her sons with foul play.
© Autumn Siders 2014
Heartless
Fuck! We’re out of fish!
Give Te Fiti her heart back!
We were voyagers!
© Autumn Siders and Kerry White 2017
Flecks
The icy wind burns bare skin
as the moon reflects off snow;
a blue light set to dim.
The sky above so black
flecked with brightly shining lights,
so crisp and clear
to guide one lost
on a dark and windy night.
© Autumn Siders 2017
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Did I just imagine
that glint in your eye?
Was I mistaken to read
into your hug goodbye?
The more space I gave,
the closer you got,
and each move you made
was what my heart sought.
Did I just hope too much
that love could be real?
Was I a fool to think we
might have the real deal?
The night carried on
but our eyes always met
as a new day arrived,
We weren’t ready to leave yet.
Did you just imagine
I might be into you?
Well it wasn’t a mistake;
it was true.
© Autumn Siders 2017
Scheme
You think I can’t hear you
just because my eyes are closed;
but every word you say,
lands on my ears exposed.
You lower your voice,
as if that changes a thing;
but a cat can hear the softest tune
that only the wind can sing.
That twitching of my whiskers
isn’t the result of a sweet dream;
any fool must know the sign
of when a cat’s working on a scheme.
© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2017
Scavenger Hunt
Seek it out
and ye shall find
that searching in the dark
does not mean you’re blind.
What you’re looking for
does not matter
but how you find it
surely does.
Autumn Siders 