#tbt

When the tables have turned
and the truth comes out
and your bridges have burned
and you are filled with doubt.
The things that you lean on
are structurally unsound
and the very steps you take
are on unsolid ground.
Can you ever go back
to the way that it was?
Can you ever forget
what hatred does?

© Autumn Siders 2016

#tbt

I’ve always wanted to be a cat lady
and live my life in peace
with just a few cats
who do exactly as they please.
I’d wake up every day
just at the crack of dawn
and feed the hungry clan
and pretend that nothing’s wrong.
They’d love me as I am
and hate me just the same
but I’d never have to wonder
like I would with some dame.

© Autumn Siders 2012

#tbt

The apocalypse is not nigh,
it is here;
open your eyes
and look into fear.
The end is not coming
it has arrived;
double check your phone
and try to survive.
The world is barren
and the network is dust
but by all means,
post a selfie if you must.

© Autumn Siders 2017

#tbt

How do you fix
something not broken
just never meant to be?

How do you end
what should have never began
and get away free?

How do you hold
something so ephemeral
it melts in your hand?

How do you dare move on
when every day that passes,
you are lucky just to stand?

© Autumn Siders 2014

#tbt

Maybe it was the smoke
or the flames burning brightly.
Maybe it was the moon
or the stars shining rightly.
Maybe it was your eyes
or how you held me tightly.
Maybe it was the way
you touched me so lightly.
Maybe it’s how I miss you
daily and nightly.

© Autumn Siders 2012