Raindrops keep falling
making puddles on the ground.
Best let your soul jump.
Month: February 2018
Newt
Such fear inside those eyes,
if only you’d share your past.
I’d wrap you up in my arms
and hold you as long as eternity lasts.
Such scars you try to hide,
fear and loathing inside;
if only you could see
just how beautiful you are to me.
© Autumn Siders 2018
Real Time
What’s it like
to live in real time
and feel your life
as it passes by?
Embrace the moment
and break free
from the confines
placed on your heart.
Who will know
when you’re gone
that you’ve lived
the way
you choose.
© Autumn Siders 2018
Vacation
A vacation would be nice,
a little trip away
from all these worries
I face everyday.
Should I take another bath?
Should I sleep the day away?
Such tough decisions
to make if I stay.
I could travel the seven seas
or climb mountains to the top.
I could run a million miles
until my paws choose to stop.
The more I think about it now
this all just seems like work
so maybe I’ll stay right here
since vacation’s lost its perk.
© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2018
Remains
The battlefield remains,
scattered corpses of the slain,
distant memories of pain
gently washed
by the rain.
© Autumn Siders 2018
#tbt
So much time gone by
and I can’t look you in the eye
knowing that last night
we ended with a fight.
But when you start
with flame in your heart
you’re bound to get burned
and lessons will be learned.
© AUtumn Siders 2009
Playtime
Perched upon the couch
that evil glare says it all.
Okay, time to play.
© Autumn Siders 2018
Charming
I’ve never known such comfort
as right between your arms
and no matter what the day brings
I fall victim to your charms.
I could do worse I suppose
than such an unconditional love
but for now I’ll have to settle
for what others only dream of.
© Autumn Siders 2018
Camera Shy
You can take
that camera
and shove it
where the flash
don’t shine.
You can leave
right now
and give me the space
which is rightfully
mine.
© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2018
PicPocket
Black
and perfectly
devoid.
Perfection
in nothing
visible to
the human eye.
What were you?
What are you?
We will never
know.
Until the next
time
my pocket takes
a photo.
Autumn Siders 