I take a picture of your face

and develop it in my mind;

this dark room of wonder

has made me all but blind.

–

As the image comes to the surface

I marvel at the beauty I see,

altogether forgetting

just ugly you can be.

© Autumn Siders 2016

©Autumn Siders 2016

Sometimes I find it easier

to eavesdrop on my brain

than to ask it directly

for what facts may remain.

–

I sneak discreetly like a ninja

to the far reaches of my mind

waiting for that juicy gossip

that will free me from a bind.

–

If no soft whispers reach my ears

and the conversations run dry

there may be nothing to hear,

but at least I gave it a try.

© Autumn Siders 2016

You’ve been cluttering my mind

for what seems like eternity

and you’ve muddied my heart

so that it cannot just be.

The mess you leave in your wake

is not one that can be undone

and the roadside litter you exude

makes it impossible to run.

You’ve cluttered my life in ways

so I can never break free

and you get the clean slate

while I sit in a swill of captivity.

© autumn Siders 2016

I have often considered

living a mute lifestyle

since already my voice

is only heard once in a while.

The only way in which

my words end up in one’s brain

is by writing them to be read

and only then do they stain.

If I lost my voice tomorrow,

that would matter not

as long as words flowed through

my pen, I can still produce a thought.

© Autumn Siders 2016

I spotted you from afar

and it took only a minute

to see you as you are.

It’s not so hard to see

with not just your heart,

but your soul upon your sleeve

exactly who you are

and just how much you need.

© Autumn Siders 2016