Every ounce of pain
is one more step I take
since stopping is not an option
with so much still at stake.
And I travel closer to the flame
just trying not to break
but thinking to myself,
maybe this is a mistake.
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Jet
Streak across the sky
but on the ground they jet by
obliviously.
© Autumn Siders 2017
But with the Mind
Last night was a but a dream;
a result of a slumber so deep.
And as the morning sun sheds its light,
I slowly forget this foolish night.
To think there would ever be a time,
that I could truly call you mine.
But no amount of trickery or dust
can ever change to gold this rust.
As sleep dissipates from my eyes,
I find a new world full of lies
where love and hate are two of a kind
felt not only with the soul, but with the mind.
© Autumn Siders 2017
Rubber & Graphite
What once was
is now rubber
and graphite,
blown from the page,
scattered under foot:
mere dust in the wind.
Some loving words
straight from the heart,
erased from the page
but never should
have been written
from the start.
© Autumn Siders 2017
Take it from a Cat
The world is simple from my eyes,
I wish humans could see the same.
A nice nap and a meal will do
or maybe a cat and mouse game.
I fill my days with love for myself
so call me selfish if you will,
but I’ll never really hate you
unless you try to give me a pill.
Sure I am not loyal like a dog
but I think my pride’s enough
at least I spread no hatred
over superficial stuff.
Yes, I know I’ve killed,
but just a mouse or two
and not because of hatred
or who they prayed to.
I may not be the best judge
but at least I can see
that love will get me dinner faster
than will negativity.
© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2017
Wrong Side of the Bed
A blue jay yells
and I startle awake
as I search my bed for you
and the warmth you left in your wake.
No note left behind,
or even a warning you’d be gone;
the morning looks so bleak
and now the day is all wrong.
© Autumn Siders 2017
Imagination
Imagination takes my hand
and leads me down the road
that leads to uncertain fates
and ill feelings to be foretold.
Lightning strikes a flame
that warms a heavy heart
and where my mind will wander
depends wholly upon your part.
© Autumn Siders 2017
#tbt
Bolted, chained, and marred,
my heart remains beaten, scarred
from a love so quick and hard
that broke down my every guard.
Visceral, raw, and exposed,
my soul burns, a branded rose
blooming from these ancient woes
that only my brain knows.
Stolen, betrayed and flawed,
my love decayed, a false nod
leaving ash in place of laud
for empty thrills wrapped in fraud.
© Autumn Siders 2010
Cleansed Earth
Clouds rumble above:
drip, splish, splash, drip, drop, plop, crash.
Blue skies on cleansed earth.
© autumn Siders 2017
A Picture
A picture painted before my eyes:
pinks and purples
and trees rising to the skies;
the sun sinks low
as another day dies
and the moon awaits
her chance to light our lives
and, if only for a moment,
bring clarity to our lies.
