In an old leather journal

dropped into salty waters

were the words that once conveyed

the feelings I had for you.

That washed out ink

and those soggy pages

still convey just that

from the depths of the ocean.

© Autumn Siders 2016

To my memories,

I sing along

and indeed, you

are my favorite song.

© Autumn Siders 2016

The vibrant colors of black & white

paint the portrait of an era

that faded into the dull colors

of today.

© Autumn Siders 2016

Each day free

is merely an added day

to my sentence of life

in this self-made prison

that holds me captive

and tortures my very soul

waiting for the moment I’ll break

so that the day

can start over again.

© Autumn Siders 2016

My failures don’t haunt me

but I keep them on my mind

so that future mishaps

won’t ever catch me blind.

–

The one that stands out

is not one I like to admit,

but never again will I fail

and put up with someone else’s shit.

© Autumn Siders 2016

The life force behind us all

yet it terrifies me so

it makes up most of planet earth

it helps our green grass grow.

So calm and serene

I have seen it be

but also destructive

it is truly deadly.

One drop could be torture

or it could save a life

a quick dip can cool you

or a drench can cause you strife.

This double edged droplet

seems to get around

and while a drink is beneficial,

I think I’ll stay on the ground.

© Autumn Siders 2016

My hand-crafted love

was not crafted well

since the structure collapsed

the minute I fell.

Next time I just might

find a better way to build

and learn from my mistakes

to become better skilled.

© Autumn Siders 2016