Super Glue

If I prayed, you’d be in them
if I thought there was a chance
to ease the pain you feel.
But prayers can fall flat,
whether you believe or not
since your fate is decided
with just the cut of a thread
unless you find the other end
and tie the tightest knot you know
or maybe super glue will work.

© Autumn Siders 2017

FELINE

Ferocious,

Elegant,

Lithe,

Intelligent,

Nuanced,

Evil.

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2017

Battlefield

I heard Pat the other day,
singing about some battlefield
and my thoughts went to you,

another casualty of the war.

Do you remember saying
that everyone you loved, left?
That every bond you made

was sure to break within time?

I’ve thought a lot on this
as over the years we’ve strayed
and if there was ever a way

our bond could be saved.

But, you always made it sound
as though it was a one-way street
and the more I see it now

I know you are correct.

It was never about us leaving you,
so I see how you could be so sure
that our bond would sever

at the hand of your blade.

© Autumn Siders 2017

#tbt

Someday you’ll fall down

with not a soul in sight

and who will save you then?

Someday I will rise

and everyone will see

what you could not.

Someday you will remember

exactly what you had

and someday I will look back

and no longer be mad.

© Autumn Siders 2012

The One Who Got Away

A late lunch again
and my mind drifts to you,
been trying so hard to forget
by inventing things to do
but in this quiet moment
in which my thoughts stray
it finally occurs to me
that I’m the one who got away.

© Autumn Siders 2017

Beauty Queen

I groom and I groom

but will I ever be clean?

How can this job be finished

since I must look like a queen?

Being a feline is not easy

since the work is never done.

But I’ll look good doing it

even if the work is no fun.

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2017

Lingers

Your scent lingers
in the car
on the bed
on my shirt
in my head.

Your memory burns
in my heart
of that day
the waves crash
the trees sway.

Your touch stays
on my skin
in my brain
leaving nerves
with your stain.

Your eyes hold
searing deep
into my soul
knowing well
what I stole.

Your heart breaks
thanks to me
the tears flow
the hatred fills
time to go.

Your ghost lingers
in the car
on the bed
in the dark
in my head.

For Profit

Last on the agenda,
let’s address world peace.
I’m not really for anything
that would make war cease.
Peace is not profitable
and my wallet must be lined
with dollars and corruption
and the greed of mankind.

You think you elected a leader
but my, how you are all blind;
I am a god in crappy vessel
leading the weak of mind.
Whatever I say must go
since we know I’d never lie
the truth from the Almighty
is cause enough to die.