Tag: Poetry

Murk

What genre do I live
tragedy or comedy?
So hard to find
meaning in the pain.
What path do I walk?
An honest anomaly
in a hopeless hell
with a smile that I feign.

Oceans and seas
turbulent than most
and calm waters
deeper than the core
surround my thoughts
with a haunting ghost
and cut so deeply
waiting for more.

Grant me freedom
from stone-cold thoughts
where demons hide
and devils lurk.
And help untie
these ragged knots
which dwell inside
deep in murk.

Plant a seed
and watch it grow
black vines take over
and eat me whole.
Reap not only
what I sow
but rip the light
right out my soul.

© Autumn Siders 2018

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I know now
I have loved you
for a while.
Your laugh
infectious, just like
your smile.

What I would give
to share your
life
and instead of friend
call you
wife.

But fate has chosen
we shall never
be.
Your heart belongs
to one not
me.

I know now
love takes many forms
one of which
we won’t achieve.
But love like this
bonds the souls
with gifts so wonderful
to receive.

© Autumn Siders 2018

Misunderstood

So misunderstood
since you never took the time
or bothered to learn
from this life of crime.

My eyes and yours
don’t see the same
and no matter what
I can’t take all the blame.

You think there is only
one simple and clear way
but I know for a fact,
lies are all you say.

Walk just one day
in the steps that I take
and see if your life
can be anything but fake.

© Autumn Siders 2018

Sacrifice

Pure and good,
you serve a purpose,
a calling greater
than a single soul.
Lay down
upon the altar
and let your blood
feed the coal.
Fires burn
for those in need
not of saving
but intervention divine.
Take a life
and spoil your own
and kill us all
without even trying.

© Autumn Siders 2018

#tbt

A disaster awaits
just around the corner
those of us who know
are still blind as to what
but I can feel the change
in the air and all around
and whatever is in store
will surely bring us down.

© Autumn Siders 2014

The Same

I go through the motions,
my heart as empty
as my soul.
Vacant stares,
a walking sleep,
a zombie on a roll.
Each day becomes
the next
and yesterday
just a blur.
What tomorrow brings
is more of the same
for sure.
Thunder rolls
as storm clouds
turn the world grey
and I wait for rain
to wash the same
away.

© Autumn Siders 2018

Simple as Fate

How many times before
had I seen you in my store?
What changed this time
that you won’t leave my mind?

How did it get this far
as if fated in the stars?
What would your answer be
if I asked to to join me?

Was it your eyes
or the way you move?
Why do I feel
like I have something to prove?

Was it when you said, “hi”
or when I said, “hello?”
Why do I feel the need
to beg you not to go?

How, the first time, did I not see,
your outer and inner beauty?
Why did I wait so long
to realize a bond so strong?

How then must we proceed?
I am at a loss, I concede.
Why must we complicate
something as simple as fate?

© Autumn Siders 2018