The only bad thing
about our favorite songs
is that we can never again
hear them for the first time.
We anticipate the key change,
we memorize the melody,
we feel the harmonies,
our hearts supply the beat.
If only we could forget
at the end of each day
and listen again the next
with our virgin ears.
The café is empty
and my cup about the same.
I fill the page to make up
for the emptiness for which I’m to blame.
No matter what I write,
the page still seems blank
and the words mean nothing
since when you left, my heart sank.
The words that I choose
may hold no meaning for me
but those who read them
give meaning I cannot see.
Cats are like coffee,
they are strong and bold and they
always wake you up.
Time passes so slowly
Under the right circumstances.
Evenly spaced, the
Seconds tick on under
Duress. No possible
Answer can be given,
Yet we wait patiently.
We all come from different worlds
and still we share but one
and it rarely occurs to any
that we also share the sun.
The more differences that exist
stir the earth to grow
in new and exciting ways
we can break the ground below.
So that sun that we share
can illuminate a brand new scene
and open us up to worlds
within our own, we’ve never seen.
Meow, I say and you bring me water.
Meow, I say and you fill the dish.
Meow, I say and you get me dinner.
Meow, I say and you get me a fish.
Again and again it would seem
you misunderstand what I say
I don’t need anything from you
I just want you to go away.
I don’t care how much you make
and I don’t care the level of fame.
I don’t care if you’re on the big screen
nor if you make millions playing a game.
So you wear a suit that’s a billion bucks
and everyone knows your name,
but those who are truly stars
are those who know nothing of fame.
They can only hold for so long
as the pressure mounts its war
and each and every time it seems
I am on the other side of the door.
The water trickles through
slowly at first; it is the calm before
whatever breaks through these gates
as only nature knows what’s in store.
The question then is quite simple,
do I run or do I stay and let
the water crash down and bury me?
But the answer is never that simple
and if I run I won’t drown yet,
but the inevitable can only be delayed.
Most days run together
only to be distinguished by
nuances that can be
deciphered only by the
altruistic individual who
yearns for something more.
All you see is cute ball of fur
who loves the sun and mice.
If only you knew that under
all that fur is not all that nice.
You think that all I need
is sleep and a fish or two
but behind these green eyes
a sadness breaks through.
There is more to being a cat
than could ever meet the eye
after all it’s hard to do much
when I sleep all the time.
Autumn Siders 