Things

Things are all they were
and memories all they are
and moments pass
but from our hearts never far.

Time is what we need
and what we never get
but spent wisely
makes time we won’t forget.

© Autumn Siders 2017

My Love

It’s not that I don’t like you,
I just love myself too much.
The thought of loving another
gets my fur all in a bunch.
I’ll love you when there’s time
and when it’s best for me
just to keep you hanging
on thoughts of what may be.
Don’t be offended
by what is simply true;
my love for me is greater
than my love for you.

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2017

Rally

My time
is not yours to waste
and my blood,
not yours to taste.

My mind
belongs only to me
and my heart
longs only to be free.

My words
are the weapon I choose
so your fight
is one you will lose.

© Autumn Siders 2017

$5

I sold the last of you
just today at our old school.
Some memory still remained
of the boy you once portrayed.
Was it that you changed
or was my young brain to blame?
Perhaps you were never you
and all your sides are the same.

© Autumn Siders 2017

#tbt

Those eyes
could be the death of me.
Do I fall in
or stay safely
by the edge?
Those eyes
could breathe new life in me.
If only I dared
to play a little
closer to the ledge.

© Autumn Siders 2015

Fairest of Them All

Food from a stranger,
how do you like them apples?
Fairest not smartest

© Autumn Siders 2017

A Certain Slant of Dark

A certain slant of dark
can confuse an untrained eye
but those who know it well,
from its power never shy.
The only question left
is never the eternal why,
but the biting wonder
of just when a soul will die.

© Autumn Siders 2017

Bought

You tell me to go to the window,
but no cat would obey a command.
So, even if it’s the best view
with a total lay of the land,
I’ll stay right where I am
and let that window rot
because I answer to no one,
but for a fish, I can be bought.