In the corner you sat,
your shorts revealing just enough
to let my mind wander
to thoughts of us.
Your eyes were focused
on the book in your lap
but my eyes were captured,
prey to your trap.
The safe thing to do
would be just to walk away
but the thought of me and you
is enough to make me stay.
Category: Uncategorized
What’s Wrong?
You leave me alone for hours
in this sweltering room
with not a thing to do.
My tea is on the dresser
which is way too far to move.
I’ve been sleeping now for hours,
which if you were home,
that’s what I’d do.
But sleeping all alone,
doesn’t that seem wrong to you?
What have I done wrong?
I don’t deserve this.
At least give me a clue,
maybe it’s something I can fix
by simply scratching you.
© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2017
Test
Pissed off at the world
and ready to fight
but not ready to die,
although it looks like I might.
Purpose is shaky
and principle is gone,
honor is dead
and that’s not all that’s wrong.
Civility is crude
and compassion, absent at best,
with no other virtues,
I’ll surely fail the test.
© Autumn Siders 2017
Cornered
Lies and laughter fill the air
as I breathe the smoke of your stare
and golden locks of stranded hair
are brushed away without a care.
Memories are bleak but made
in dark corners where we strayed
for just a while when we stayed
only to make reality fade.
© Autumn Siders 2017
#tbt
Leaves know what to do:
get out while you can,
before the frost burns you
and leaves you for dead.
Time knows no end,
but end you it will,
so keep this in mind
as you stay standing still.
© Autumn Siders 2015
As the Crow Flies
As the crow flies east,
a new dawn breaks in my sight,
a heart in my chest.
© Autumn Siders 2017
Missing Piece
I start with the corners
and build your edges first
finding the frame sound,
thinking I know who you were.
Piece by piece I fill in
the colors and shades
as a picture unfolds
before my own eyes.
Almost done it would seem
and it’s all a perfect fit
until I get to the end
and find there’s a piece I missed.
© Autumn Siders 2017
Hurry Home
Every mile between us
is a tear shed
as my heart breaks
since the “goodbye” I said.
I watch in the mirror
as you fade away
and just keep dreaming
of a time I can stay.
You wait in the window
as I hurry home
into your loving heart
where I am never alone.
© Autumn Siders 2017
Parkour
They run and jump
and dive and leap
and climb and fly
from tree to tree.
Their bushy tails tall
and their little claws discreet
as they chase each other
with cheetah-like speed.
They flip and flop
and bend and reach
and wrangle up
the kids they teach.
They move about
before my eyes
as I sit and wait.
There is do doubt
I’d eat these guys
if ever my dinner’s late.
© Autumn and emilita Siders 2017
El mundo real
El mundo real está pintado en la sangre de la angustia,
mezclado con las lágrimas más tristes,
esperando la felicidad para agregar
un toque de color en nuestros corazones.
Autumn Siders 