Bolted, chained, and marred,
my heart remains beaten, scarred
from a love so quick and hard
that broke down my every guard.
Visceral, raw, and exposed,
my soul burns, a branded rose
blooming from these ancient woes
that only my brain knows.
Stolen, betrayed and flawed,
my love decayed, a false nod
leaving ash in place of laud
for empty thrills wrapped in fraud.

© Autumn Siders 2010

In the Corner You Sat

In the corner you sat,
your shorts revealing just enough
to let my mind wander
to thoughts of us.
Your eyes were focused
on the book in your lap
but my eyes were captured,
prey to your trap.
The safe thing to do
would be just to walk away
but the thought of me and you
is enough to make me stay.

© Autumn Siders 2017

What’s Wrong?

You leave me alone for hours
in this sweltering room
with not a thing to do.
My tea is on the dresser
which is way too far to move.

I’ve been sleeping now for hours,
which if you were home,
that’s what I’d do.
But sleeping all alone,
doesn’t that seem wrong to you?

What have I done wrong?
I don’t deserve this.
At least give me a clue,
maybe it’s something I can fix
by simply scratching you.

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2017


Pissed off at the world
and ready to fight
but not ready to die,
although it looks like I might.

Purpose is shaky
and principle is gone,
honor is dead
and that’s not all that’s wrong.

Civility is crude
and compassion, absent at best,
with no other virtues,
I’ll surely fail the test.

© Autumn Siders 2017