Month: December 2017

Bought

You tell me to go to the window,
but no cat would obey a command.
So, even if it’s the best view
with a total lay of the land,
I’ll stay right where I am
and let that window rot
because I answer to no one,
but for a fish, I can be bought.

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2017

Most Wonderful Time

Christmas tunes play
over the tinny mall speakers;
oh, the most wonderful time
of the year is here.

Look at the cheer
as some get trampled
to buy for those so dear
that they haven’t seen one another
in over a year.

Shop, shop, shop,
until you are sure to drop
and don’t forget to protect
the sanctity
of a pagan customs
shrouded in religion.

© AUtumn Siders 2017

#tbt

I take a step back
and the picture is clear
for the first time
in over a year.

Your intentions,
though well meant,
have crushed my heart
and left my soul bent.

I see what you hide
is bursting from your skin
and your true colors
show in the lies you spin.

The fire between us,
burns hot, can you tell?
No longer from passion,
but from the bowels of hell.

© Autumn Siders 2015

Hardwood Floor

How long have I served
as your hardwood floor?
You pace on my back
with your feelings, unsure.
How long will I last?
When will the boards break?
From the abuse you perfect
with each step you take.

Maybe time will tell
if these squeaky boards will last
but from the view of the floor,
it’s hard to forget the past.

© Autumn Siders 2017

Packing

A short nap,
five hours gone by
and I awake to noise
and slowly I try
to see just what,
what’s happening here
as I approach with caution
these boxes I fear.

What is this clutter
affixed to my floor?
Why are you packing?
I want answers, I implore.
Have you gone mad
or is this a dream?
Just don’t pack my things
as part of your scheme.

Now, if you’ll keep it down,
I will get back to sleep
so no more commotion,
I don’t want to hear a peep!

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2017