Tag: Poetry

Stained

Your lipstick stained my shirt.

My bitterness stained your soul.

It was never my intention

but it was your heart that I stole.

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I should feel some remorse

or even a twinge of regret

but my favorite shirt was ruined

by your lipstick stain that set.

© Autumn Siders 2016

Full Circle

A circle is supposed to be perfect

with no end and no beginning.

I would rather walk along

a jagged and imperfect form

with no answer as to where

on this lonely planet I will end

than to take the slightest chance

I would end up full circle,

back with you.

© Autumn Siders 2016

Panem et Circenses

The Romans had their gladiators

and the Spanish their bulls.

At least their bread was good

and not a moldy mouthful.

The show here and now

in the good old U.S. of A

may be just as violent

in its own very special way.

There is still a lot of bull

and one victor will survive

but of one thing we can be sure

we cannot let hatred thrive.

© Autumn Siders 2016

#tbt

I can’t remember the last time

I looked at the cold night sky.

The way the stars stand so bright

and shed light upon your lie.

You told me once while apart

that the sky we both share

was a way to bring us closer

only it turns out you didn’t care.

Looking at the stars tonight

so still and always burning bright,

I wish I could take their place

to get such distance from your face.

© Autumn Siders 2009

Et Tu

I never saw it coming

until the blood made me blind

by then it far too late

to ever change my mind.

Be it one time

or three and twenty,

one piercing blow from you

would be plenty.

And even now

as I take my last breath

my mind wonders et tu

as I accept our death.

© Autumn Siders 2016