Congratulations, Brittney and Reynold!

Love
is strange.
Two strangers
soon become friends
become lovers,
become mates,
merge souls.
How strange?
Love
is eternal,
when done right
and nourished
and cared for
and able to bloom,
eternity soon seems
not long enough indeed.
Love
can be
a poem,
a song,
a feeling,
a look,
an action,
a vow,
a ring,
and just near
everything.
Love
can be
cruel,
painful,
brutal
honest,
mean,
heart-breaking,
breathless,
more difficult
than anything.
Love
is not easy
but when you know
it’s right,
there is never a time
when it’s not worth
the fight.

© Autumn Siders 2018

#tbt

Don’t underestimate
the power of hate,
the surge of anger,
the pull of fate.

Don’t pull away
from a loving hand,
a nurtured soul,
a desperate stand.

Don’t think you know
when it is clear you do not.

Don’t think you’ve won
just cause you got off a shot.

© Autumn Siders 2012

Get Well Soon

a get well soon card,

a bouquet of flowers too

what good do they do?

© Autumn Siders 2018

Your Mess

My down time is spent
fixing everyone else’s mess
while they enjoy their time
and I relieve their stress.

How is that any way
to live a full life
when you live without a care
and never with strife?

Your mess is my job
and your screw-ups,
my riddles to solve.
And while you sleep at night,
I stay up
with great resolve.

© Autumn Siders 2018

My Interests

Somehow you think
you have my best interests in mind
but you are either stupid
or tragically blind.
How could you think
that I would be glad?
You woke me from my nap
and now I’m just mad.
No I didn’t need a kiss
and sure as hell no hug,
I was just fine right here
on my favorite rug.
Next time you think
it’s such a swell plan,
remember this well,
I am not a fan.

© AUtumn and Emilita Siders 2018

S.E. 2018

Flailing,
helpless,
pained,
shattered,
splattered,
stained.
A graveyard,
a battlefield,
all one in the same.
Corpses
scattered,
so many slain.
I watch another,
die by man’s hand
as man carelessly
usurps their land.

© Autumn Siders 2018

Do You Remember?

Do you remember the night
when you stole my heart
and fed me those lies
right from the start?
Do you remember the fight
that tore us apart
and how you make deceit
a well-practiced art?

© Autumn Siders 2018

#tbt

I’ve always wanted to be a cat lady
and live my life in peace
with just a few cats
who do exactly as they please.
I’d wake up every day
just at the crack of dawn
and feed the hungry clan
and pretend that nothing’s wrong.
They’d love me as I am
and hate me just the same
but I’d never have to wonder
like I would with some dame.