I think you are mistaken,
and I’d better set you right,
just because I demand adoration
doesn’t mean to hold me tight.
You are surely incorrect
in assuming I want a kiss;
what I demand is respect
and in return you get a hiss.
In one way you are not wrong
since fish are what I crave,
so keep the dish full for so long
and remember you’re my slave.
Month: April 2017
Under Construction
The road’s all torn up
and the trees torn down
and the edifice stands
on once natural ground.
Man has no problem
tearing things down
and building up his ego
so far he needs a crown.
All this work it takes
to build and to destroy
but when all is said and done
what’s left for us to enjoy?
Perhaps the construction
should be done on man
since something’s gone amok,
a faulty wire in the plan.
© Autumn Siders 2017
Okay
Voices carry on faintly
as I drift away
and the lights flicker
meaning you’re here to stay
so I wait for the words
that will guide my way
hoping that tomorrow
will somehow be okay.
I know you’re not real,
but then maybe you are,
since my mind can’t be trusted
and my memory is marred.
Time stands still
and I drift away
as I think fondly about
the way you looked that day
and I remember how,
how I asked to stay
and you told me tomorrow
it will all be okay.
© Autumn Siders 2017
#tbt
lights out,
hope’s gone,
fight’s over,
move on
© Autumn Siders 2009
Waitress
Watching it again
to have your voice fill my ears;
slice of heaven pie.
© Autumn Siders 2017
Campfire
Strumming some tunes
with the sun shining down,
drink in my hand
and smiles replacing frowns.
The sun sinks in the west
and the stars rise in the sky
as the fire burns brighter,
reflected in your eye.
Music fades to nature
and a chill fills the air,
but I’ve never felt warmer
than when captured in your stare.
© Autumn Siders 2017
Me
I can’t put into words
how much you mean to me.
No matter what I do,
I fail miserably.
Music usually does it
but this time falls flat
since every note I write
sounds like a yowling cat.
No gesture that I make
will ever let you see
that everything I am
is because you’re everything to me.
© Autumn Siders 2017
Rain or Shine
Another day of gray
awaits the world outside
but my bed remains warm
and the purrfect place to hide.
So keep the noise down
and all will be just fine
since a bed is all I need
to sleep rain or shine.
© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2017
Midnight Oils
Burning the midnight oil
never ends well for me
with my mind in clouded turmoil
and my heart yearning to be free.
Still, I will not close my eyes,
I will not sleep a wink,
until the truth will out the lies
or until my ship will sink.
© Autumn Siders 2017
#tbt
Stranger things I have seen,
that made me who I am,
than you’d imagine in your wildest dreams
drawn into a diagram.
Simple horrors fill my days
and still I beg for more
to end the constant boredom
I fill my heart with gore.
Bloodied hands lay their claim
upon my tender heart
and tear with all their might
until I fall apart.
Autumn Siders 