It’s not just sex

of this I am sure

for what pulls me to you

there is no cure;

not that I would take it

even if there were

since my addiction is strong

and my drug, so pure.

© Autumn Siders 2016

I long to write the words

that are so pure and true

and move just a single soul

as only words can do.

If only they could flow

freely from my pen

and save a lonely soul

from something it has been.

A hero I would be

yet I would never know

but the life that carries on

could help another soul.

© Autumn Siders 2016

Sleep has not arrived

as traffic has it stuck

so tonight lingers on

I am just outta’ luck.

–

The pileup is of you

and all my errant thoughts

that block this road from passage

and leave my stomach tied in knots.

–

Why won’t you go away

and leave my memories be?

Let sleep through tonight

so finally I am free.

© Autumn Siders 2016

Smoke obscures your eyes

and burns my lungs,

but still I can’t resist.

–

The power of your stare

pulls me closer

with every intent of being kissed.

© Autumn Siders 2016

The best art

comes from the

worst feelings

that are then

shot,

stabbed,

poisoned,

and drown

only to rise again

like a phoenix

from its

ash.

© Autumn Siders 2016