Faceplant

Unsteady legs move step by step,

making the impossible journey

more of an ill-timed adventure.

The destination unknown to the mind

but kept well guarded by the heart;

each move forward is five steps back.

Blinded by this obsession, not a love,

a weary traveler can only make it so far

before each step becomes a hell.

A twisted mirage on a city block

and finally I lose my footing

faceplanting at your feet.

© Autumn Siders 2017
Faceplant

Midnight

The clock strikes midnight

and midnight strikes me

leaving it’s mark in shadows

that finally roam free.

Each chime a chilling reminder

of just how hollow I am

as it echoes through my bones

leaving behind an anagram.

The jumble of letters remains,

just waiting to be solved

but no answer can come from

the sins of which I’ll never be absolved.

© Autumn Siders 2017

Midnight

Trust Me

You say you’ve got to leave

as you’re walking out the door,

so what am I to believe?

I’m shaken to the core.

It’s not that I want you to stay,

in fact I don’t mind at all.

The longer you stay away,

the more I’ll have a ball.

So leave if you think you must

and know that I’ll be just fine

after all who can you trust

if not a mischievous feline?

© Autumn and Emilita Siders
Trust Me

Match

Taking a day off and leaving you with this wonderful original in case you haven’t already listened.

Match

The weight of your worries

Weighs heavily on my mind

As we both search for answers

That are impossible to find

A kind word or a loving gesture

Cannot fix what is broken

But what hurts the most

Are all of the words unspoken

I’d like to say It’ll be okay

But we both know that’s not true

When no words can cure the pain today

It’s the little things that get you through

So if you need a light to guide the way

I’ve still got a match or two

So tell me to go or tell me to stay

But I’ll still be there for you

You’re going through the motions

But underneath that front

Is all the pain and turmoil

Of which you bear the brunt

I’d like to say It’ll be okay

But we both know that’s not true

When no words can cure the pain today

It’s the little things that get you through

So if you need a light to guide the way

I’ve still got a match or two

So tell me to go or tell me to stay

But I’ll still be there for you

© Autumn Siders 2016

 

Match