Month: August 2017

Now

Too much to do
and so little time;
we’ve heard it before
and still we are blind.
Soon there will be
nothing to do
and no time left
for just me and you.

Time does not slow
and life does not yield
for excuses made
and promises sealed.
Forget tomorrow
and even yesterday
and focus on the now
of what can happen today.

© Autumn Siders 2017

Annoying

I was sleeping peacefully
before you came along
strumming your guitar
and singing that song.

Have you any clue
how annoying you are,
walking around the house
like a crazy pop star?

It’s not just an annoyance,
you waking me up,
but disturbing the peace
like a riled-up pup.

How will I function
on so little rest?
A cat needs 23 hours
to be at her absolute best.

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2017

Somewhere Between

I am not happy
but I am not sad,
instead somewhere between
content and mad.
The longer I stay here,
the more jaded I’ll be
by the feelings that betray
the deepest parts of me.
I am not stressed,
nor worry-free
but the weight of the world
is more than it seems.
The longer I hold it
the weaker I’ll be;
unable to hold my own
on the merciless streets.
I am not happy
but I am not sad,
I am just trying to be
better than bad.

© Autumn Siders 2017

Scrambler

I thought I had forgotten you,
but quite clearly I did not
since you pop up every now and then,
a simple fleeting thought.
I remember that summer
that never seemed to end
and all the fun we had
when you were actually my friend.
Still the sweetest thing you’ve ever done
occurred that warm August night
when you had the DJ say my name
as the fair ride took flight.
Content after twenty rides,
we slowly ambled back
and for just a moment,
I didn’t fear attack.
Sometimes I do forget
all the pain you put me through
in the times that I remember
the sweet little things you could do.

© Autumn Siders 2017