World at Large

The world at large
is so tiny after all;
with small minds
and small hearts,
it’s no wonder
Rome could fall.

© Autumn Siders 2017

#tbt

My eyes are closed.
What words will flow,
who knows?

The pen dances
on the page
where words are free
from their cage.

My eyes are closed.
Imagination runs,
an idea grows.

What once stood still
is an active scene
played out on the pages,
ream by ream.

© Autumn Siders 2015

Let it Go

“Let it go,” she sang.

So easy for her to say,

bitch owns the kingdom.

© Autumn siders 2017

If/When

Each scar that you made,
I hold near to my heart
and remember in my soul
just why you chose to depart;
I choose to be better,
each and every day
knowing that each moment
a part of you slips away.

Each scar that I see
reminds me yet again
that it’s not a question of if,
but rather a question of when.

© Autumn Siders 2017

Messy

Trying to clean up your mess
is like trying to walk
through molasses,
with lead shoes,
and broken legs.

For every minute step I take
I find that
the molasses has risen,
my shoe have grown heavier,
and I am completely astonished
that I still have legs.

© Autumn Siders 2017

Go Away

Go away, can’t you see?
Here I sleep,
leave me be.

Go away, hurry now.
I need you not,
this I vow.

Go away, be a dear.
If I need you,
I’ll call you here.

Go away, I don’t have time.
Your high pitched voice
should be a crime.

Go away, and don’t come back,
unless you have a fish
I might cut you some slack.

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2017

Island in the Sun

Stranded on the island
we know as life
in the middle of the ocean
filled with turmoil and strife.

We may well never be alone
but lonely we are for sure
since the flies buzz louder
than our ears can endure.

Not even the peaceful wake
can appease our hearts
and the sand underfoot
was but a pain from the start.

The tropical breeze
sends shivers to our souls
as the clouds form overhead
and our fire burns as coals.

Food is surely scarce
and water cannot be drunk;
like the boat that brought us here,
humanity has indeed sunk.

Devil May Cry

The full moon flickers,
a cold flame in the sky,
as clouds provide cover
while honest men die.
Others hide in the shadow,
unable to move
as violence unfolds
and each soul removed.
Flashes light up
in the dark morbid sky
and honest men are gone,
leaving evil men cry.