I color outside the lines
not to be different
but because the true picture
lies just outside the conformity
that many don’t notice
because they are focusing
so hard
on coloring inside the lines.
Tag: Poetry
KOD
I have often wondered
how the kiss of death
got its name.
Perhaps it stems from
some low-level demon
playing a game.
But now I can see
quite clearly whence
this moniker came.
I am looking right at
this low-level demon
who bears your name.
© Autumn Siders 2016
Questions
What kind of force is necessary
to move mountains?
Can it come from within or
is it simply impossible?
What quixotic journey can lead
to slaying the dragon dead?
Is the same strength required
if it’s all in my head?
What kind of force is necessary
to open another’s eyes?
Can another’s eyes be opened
when they are glued shut with lies?
© Autumn Siders 2016
Dependent Upon My Independence
They think that I need them
as if without them I would
be lost.
I am purrfectly capable
of getting my own food
if I want.
I am more than able
to get that drink of water
if I need.
You see, I don’t need
to be waited on hand
and foot.
You offered your servitude
and it would be foolish not
to take it.
© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2016
The History of Current Events
So Caesar crossed the Rubicon
and Washington the Delaware
and we still don’t know
why the chicken crossed the road.
There was a war over there
and a war over here
and even a couple that
spanned the globe.
It all started with a shot
heard round the world
or was it a big bang
that created the world?
Even today, there is a war
over here and over there
and even one within
but who remembers peace?
It is not that history repeats itself
although the similarities are clear,
but rather history has never ended
it’s stuck on repeat year after year.
©Autumn Siders 2016
Flicker
The lights flicker
and for that split second
you are left in the dark
only to open your eyes
again
and see that even with
the lights restored
and the power at full strength
you are left in the dark
again.
© Autumn Siders 2016
Connect the Dots
From about 40,000 feet up
I stare at the dots below
as they stare back up
at the little jet go.
And each of those dots
are points that connect
to form multiple plots,
each filled with intellect.
Often it seems like we are alone;
we stumble through life,
as a dot on our own
knowing such trouble and strife.
But, if we simply connect the dots
we might be able to see
with each line that we jot,
we simply allow love to be.
© Autumn Siders 2016
Phalanges
Five points connect you
to the rest of the world at large.
Will you clench all five
into a tight and hurtful fist?
Will you extend a welcome
and comforting hand to one in need?
Five points connect you
but you choose their charge.
©Autumn Siders 2016
Bird Cage’s Eye View
Perched so high above the rest
the lay of the land is within your view.
Many would kill for an insight so rare,
but you need not, being one of the few
who would rather enjoy a gentle slumber
than to go over what you already knew.
© Autumn Siders 2015
Light on the Ocean
Whenever I am meant to ebb
it would seem as though I flow.
My retreat from the shore
helps me achieve the final blow.
The calm waters below
accentuate the ever rising wave
that creates turmoil on the surface
and deep down, reveals the brave.
I fight the waters in order to save
all that I know and who I am
but the higher the water rises,
the less it seems I give a damn.
And the waves, upon my head slam
and I close my eyes and drift
until a light on the ocean I spot
and with you, my spirits lift.
© Autumn Siders 2015
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