Bark all you want,
don’t you know who I am?
I am a queen
who doesn’t give a damn.
Sure you can fetch
and you listen so well
but man’s best friend
can’t be that swell.
I hold such beauty
and purrfection for sure
and anything that ails me,
a nice nap is the cure.
My people do as I say
while you aim to please
and believe it or not
I’ve more tricks up my sleeves.
Tag: Poetry
Etchings
Etched in the wall
of my very own cell
are some faded words
from some ancient hell.
Dried blood and tears
stain the dry wood
and words won’t leave
even when they should.
Some soul before mine
was trapped in this cage
and someday this story
will make it to page.
But now is not the time
for such simple things
when we both know
the kind of hell she brings.
© Autumn Siders 2018
2423
I’ve failed to see your point,
time and again.
Still you argue on
as if someday you’ll win.
My mind will not change
and my will not break
and what little I own,
you sure as hell cannot take.
You’ve failed to realize
that my love cannot be bought
and whatever it is you seek,
is no more than a thought.
Please keep it to yourself
and quickly be on your way;
go and ruin your own life
before trying to ruin my day.
© Autumn Siders 2018
#tbt
A spark,
a glimmer,
a dying ember
of your past.
Barely visible
but burning
all the same.
Forget it’s there
if you can,
but nothing good
can last.
Always waiting,
lurking
for your soul.
© Autumn Siders 2014
Treehouse
A house among trees,
nature’s beauty on display.
My perfect hideout.
© Autumn Siders 2018
If Walls Could Talk
Beige walls
stare back
just itching to talk.
Tiny holes
with stories
kept under key and lock.
Laughter echoes,
voices bounce
off four sheets of rock.
Times change,
rearrange,
if only walls could talk.
©Autumn Siders 2018
Travesty
High in my tower,
I take in the view
of a desolate land
created by you.
You moved that here
and you moved this there
and now I’m frantic
and you don’t even care.
How am I to sleep
when such a travesty occurs?
How can you think
a simple pet will make me purr?
Please put it back
to how I want it to be
this house is not meant for you
but it is all for me.
© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2018
Bad Day
It would appear
that I have nothing to say,
which for once is perfect
at the end of a long day.
I spend what moments are left
just watching you breathe
and waiting for sleep
to make light take its leave.
The pains of a so-called life
slowly drift from my mind
as my heart settles in
to this perfect love I find.
Tomorrow will come
and chase today away
but my moment here with you,
in my soul will stay.
© Autumn Siders 2018
BPM
Sixty-five beats per minute
and you catch my eye
as I will you to stop,
you walk right on by.
Eighty-two beats per minute
as you stop in your tracks
and flip your hair gently
as it flows down your back.
Ninety-nine beats per minute
as your eye catches mine;
be still, my heart,
this feeling is divine.
One hundred and twenty beats per minute
and you make your way to me;
I’m glued right to this spot,
waiting for what will be.
One hundred and forty-three beats per minute,
your husky voice fills my ears
and in one beat that lasts a minute
I know you are the one I’ve wanted for years.
© Autumn Siders 2018
#tbt
Take time and aim,
speed will win you
your very own blame.
Find fault in the game
but play by your rules
under your cloud of fame.
Live up to the name
and never realize
things will not be the same.
Autumn Siders 