My plate is empty.
What now?
Time to stare into
the vast unknown
and wait for the answers
that will never come.
My wallet is empty.
What now?
Time to work again
until my fingers bleed
and I have just enough
to say I have nothing.
My soul is empty.
What now?
Time to search for meaning
that will mend this broken
and exposed creature
to some semblance of a human being.
Nameless faces pass me by
as I wait for one named face
to say good-bye.
In this moment, I realize
those nameless faces hold more
than the one I recognize.
So many stories pass untold,
just crying out to be heard,
words waiting to take mold.
You shouldn’t have,
how sweet,
you left this paper here
for me to enjoy a treat?
It’s too much,
I swear.
Okay, I’ll have a few bites
since it’s there.
There’s more?
You’re a doll.
It’s important you say?
I’ll eat it all.
I’ve stolen cars and I’ve killed villains.
I’ve been on quests and I’ve saved maidens.
I’ve died and I’ve been saved.
I’ve gambled and I’ve lost.
So many things I have done,
and many more to do
but IRL or in the game
I’ll never be with you.
You say you’ve never known
pain like you’ve seen in my eyes,
but we’ve all known pain
in some sort of disguise.
You have made it through
so much more than I,
and my pain hinders me
while yours makes you try.
My fate had been decided,
the moment I conceded;
don’t let me drag you down
in the pain I always needed.
2017
It was a bright cold day
in January,
and the clocks were striking
thirteen.
Big Brother stood above,
hands in the air,
preaching to the loyal choir
below.
–
War is peace.
Freedom is slavery.
Ignorance is strength.
–
Propaganda produced
to those who will
swallow the pill with pride.
Suicide.
–
War can be peaceful.
Freedom is never free.
Strength is knowledge.
Some greeting cards for the “alternative facts” of life.
|
You are the love of my life… |
I believe in reincarnation, so I don’t mean this life. Bye. |
|
My love for you is greater than the crowds at Trump’s inauguration. |
Depending on how you look at it, I love you a lot. |
|
Happy 35th Birthday! |
Oh, you’re 53? Same thing, that’s a fact! |
|
My deepest sympathies to you in your time of need. |
Sorry for your father’s passing. He’s not dead? Well he will be someday. |
| Merry Christmas! |
March 20th only comes once a year. I hope Santa is good to you. |
La historia de mi amor
comenzó con una especie de dolor
que cambió el camino de mi vida
y terminó con una sombría despedida.
I’ve been a cat for a while now
and I’ve learned a thing or two
about how a simple meow
can get a human to do
remarkable feats and tasks,
some unbelievable, but true.
Once, I meowed all night long,
until I made my human shout,
but still I carried on my speech
and proved without a doubt,
humans need not a night of sleep
to fill my bowl with trout.
Something is not quite right,
although in this light it’s hard to tell,
but I think what’s broken can’t be fixed
and it might be time to sell.
–
I’d hoped that it wasn’t true
and that this problem could be solved,
but the whole thing is off-center
and from there the problem evolved.
Autumn Siders 