Tag: Poetry

The Heat Never Bothered Me Anyway

You close the door

and say absolutely not

yet I don’t understand

it can’t be that hot.

I wait so patiently

like the good kitten I am

and I let out a meow;

you still don’t give a damn.

What torture this is

that I must endure?

Just let me out,

I’ll be fine, I’m sure.

Well if the answer is no

then I will just go to bed

since I cannot even fathom

the crazy thoughts in your head.

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A quick five-hour nap

and I hear the door creak

time to get out

and sneak a quick peak.

I run with the speed

of a prized derby horse

rounding the corner

taking the quickest course.

I run through the door

and something is not well

certainly this had to be

the doorway to hell.

The heat hits me

just like a brick

and I drop to the ground,

I think I’m going to be sick.

–

So there may be a chance

that you had it all right,

no way am I staying out here,

goodbye and goodnight.

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2016

Devour

I devour the words

as they pass by my eyes

my hunger never appeased,

my hunger never dies.

With one book down

and so many to go

I am starving for knowledge

of what I don’t already know.

Feast and never famine

is the way it should be

with a book always in hand

the soul can forever be free.

© Autumn Siders 2016

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A single moment

in a lonely life

when 1 meets 1

and does equal 2.

The outside world

watches on in wonder

but their beliefs

are just not true.

And 1 knows

what 1 knows

but speculate still

the others do.

Friendship is sweeter

and just as rich

so 1 and 1 laugh;

others haven’t got a clue.

© Autumn Siders 2016

I Have

I’ve been alone

and I’ve been lonely.

I’ve been in despair

over my one and only.

I’ve known pain

and I’ve known sorrow.

I’ve lived on time

I’ve had to borrow.

I’ve faced demons

from outside and within.

But, you’re the only monster

whom I’ll face and never win.

© Autumn Siders 2016

Sex, Drugs, and Rock & Roll

I hate to leave the warmth of your arms

but the silence is unsettling and I gently escape.

As I tiptoe across the cold wood floor,

your eyes gaze my way, asking for more.

I flip the record over and gently place the needle down,

waiting for the windmill of Townshend to drown

the silence and the pain from my busy brain

and I settle back into your arms and your warmth

and wait for this high, that only you can bring.

© Autumn Siders 2016

Seedlings

I am not one to get my paws dirty

but I know it needs to be done

if the grass is ever to grow,

it’s going to need some sun.

The little sprouts peek through

as they stand tall one by one

I will eat them now,

who says they have to be done?

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2016

Fear

There are few things in this life

which can scare me to the core

as fear is something foreign

to me, no more than tragic lore.

But, the more time I spend

on this planet we call earth,

the more I tend to think

some fear has it’s worth.

My list, while it may be short

contains a scary thing or two:

a blank page, a mirror,

and how I feel for you.

© Autumn Siders 2016