What could be better
than a field full of mice?
A stream full of fish
could be just as nice.
A wide open field
where a cat could play.
Grasses so green
I could eat them all day.
How busy I would be
but when all is said and done
I could curl up and nap
and bathe in the sun.
Oh, how splendid
this dream may be
until I awake to
my imprisoned reality.
How can you use words
to express that which you feel
when you don’t know yourself
which emotions are real?
Oceans could never reach
the depth of love
I have for you.
Yet, I would rather
drown in the deepest waters
than tell you that’s true.
Those voices that you hear
and those demons that you see,
pull you further into darkness
and away from reality.
But what is worse than going mad
is something you must dread.
What if those demons are reality
and those voices aren’t in your head?
Change is good they say
as they re-arrange their way.
Move this here and put that there,
they think a cat can sleep just anywhere?
And as the final piece falls into place
and what once was has no trace,
they admire their work with pride
but all I see, are eight new places to hide.
If looks could kill,
I would most certainly be dead.
Those eyes pierce me deeper
than any sword ever did
and my soul is ripped from my body
leaving a stain that is dark blood red.
The empty vessel that remains
then falls to the floor
a heap of dead tissue
that my resemblance it once bore
and you walk away with
not an ounce of guilt,
for all you did was stare,
your fingerprints aren’t on the hilt.
You don’t love me, do you?
I guess it’s not a surprise.
My heart changed it’s mind too,
It had no choice with all your lies.
Of all the things I thought were true,
It was one lie that was your demise.
Looking back I should have realized,
when you professed your love, it was for you.
Nocturnal beings
we are not,
yet no matter
how we fear
that which
we cannot see,
somehow we
prefer to remain
in the dark.
Open wounds
filled with salt
hurt not at all
compared to
a broken heart.
It seems as though most are desperate for love.
They think they are lacking some power from above.
But if there really is one perfect mate for each soul,
then logically thinking, you’ve reached your goal.
While you may not have laid eyes on the one you dream of,
your soul knows what it’s doing so relax, you’re in love.
Autumn Siders 