Tag: Poetry

IRL

I’ve stolen cars and I’ve killed villains.

I’ve been on quests and I’ve saved maidens.

I’ve died and I’ve been saved.

I’ve gambled and I’ve lost.

So many things I have done,

and many more to do

but IRL or in the game

I’ll never be with you.

© Autumn Siders 2017

Your Shoes and Mine

You say you’ve never known

pain like you’ve seen in my eyes,

but we’ve all known pain

in some sort of disguise.

You have made it through

so much more than I,

and my pain hinders me

while yours makes you try.

My fate had been decided,

the moment I conceded;

don’t let me drag you down

in the pain I always needed.

© Autumn Siders 2017

#tbt

2017

It was a bright cold day

in January,

and the clocks were striking

thirteen.

Big Brother stood above,

hands in the air,

preaching to the loyal choir

below.

–

War is peace.

Freedom is slavery.

Ignorance is strength.

–

Propaganda produced

to those who will

swallow the pill with pride.

Suicide.

–

War can be peaceful.

Freedom is never free.

Strength is knowledge.

© Autumn Siders 2016

Meow, Meow, Meow, Meow, Meow, Meow, Meow, Meow

I’ve been a cat for a while now

and I’ve learned a thing or two

about how a simple meow

can get a human to do

remarkable feats and tasks,

some unbelievable, but true.

Once, I meowed all night long,

until I made my human shout,

but still I carried on my speech

and proved without a doubt,

humans need not a night of sleep

to fill my bowl with trout.

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2017

Off-Center

                                                               Something is not quite right,

                                 although in this light it’s hard to tell,

                                        but I think what’s broken can’t be fixed

                             and it might be time to sell.

                                                                      –

                          I’d hoped that it wasn’t true

                                   and that this problem could be solved,

                                                                                 but the whole thing is off-center

                                      and from there the problem evolved.

If I Don’t Make it Home

I am not one to preface my work with an explanation and I have never believed good poetry needs one. Today though, I feel as though this work stands stronger with the explanation of how it came to be. As I was leaving the house this morning, a day in which the 45th president of the United States will be sworn into office, I thought to myself, is there anything you should say to your loved ones before you leave today?

It shocked me that this thought entered my mind and I pictured the words rolling out of my mouth, “If I don’t make it home…” Are there any secrets that I should share? Are there any unresolved feelings? Is there something that would make my loved ones unable to feel closure after I am gone? Also, why the hell would I think this?

We are not just stepping into a new country today, we are stepping into a new world. Every action made today impacts the globe; the politics of one country affect everyone on this planet. One tweet from our new president could cause a war, both within our country and against it. More importantly, our actions can also be heard ’round the world.

You may support the soon-to-be President Trump. You may despise him. But remember, he ran a campaign on hatred. Move forward with positivity whether he is your president or not. Life is made of choices, make sure you make ones with which you can live. These words come from both the New Testament (Ephesians 4:32) and Ellen, so whichever you choose to acknowledge please take them to heart. Be kind to one another.

Without further ado, the poem you’ve been waiting for:

If I don’t make it home,

there are a few things you should know.

I’ve hidden money in our spot

in case I had to go.

My favorite memory of life

is the day you stole my heart

which would have been second

to the family we hoped to start.

Please know I didn’t want this,

as the choice was not mine to make;

my choice is always you

it’s another’s choice to take.

The press will say it’s all your fault,

but believe me, it’s just not true.

Hatred claimed my life that day,

not my love for you.

© Autumn Siders 2017

I Heard an iPhone Buzz – When I Died –

I heard an iPhone buzz – when I died –

The Stillness in the Room
Was like the Stillness in the Cloud –
Between the Heaves of Upload –
 –
The Eyes around – had always been dry –
And Breaths were gathering firm
For that last Onset – when a snapchat
Be witnessed – in the Room –
 –
I willed my passwords – Signed out
What portion of me be
Digital – and then it was
There interposed an iPhone –
 –
With Blue – uncertain – stumbling Buzz –
Between the light – and me –
And then the iOS failed – and then
I could not see to see –

Shadow

Always, from the corner of my eye,

I spot your lingering shadow

just waiting for the moment

that I will let you into my soul.

You wait knowing that soon

my strength will falter

and it will be all too easy

to settle in like home.

The constant reminder

is more than most could handle,

but is a scar that I will wear,

and with pride I will bear.

© Autumn Siders 2017

Your Song

She claims she wrote a song for me

as if I am supposed to care.

What a racket that she makes

as she follows me everywhere.

While every cat appreciates

to be treated like a queen,

this treatment lacks for sure

and really is quite obscene.

Get thee back to the drawing board

and find a better way;

if you need a hint or two,

I like fish and warm spots to lay.

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2017