Be careful you don’t fall
from that high horse you ride,
you might dirty your Armani
or even scuff your pride.
You’ve been wasting so much effort
constantly looking down at me
when who I am inside
is who I’m meant to be.
Perhaps if you spent more time
looking inside than looking around
you might actually discover
your soul is hell bound.

© Autumn Siders 2009


The light blinds me
from what the dark
allows me to see
and the water I drink,
does not nourish,
but makes me sink.

Love that should save,
wraps me in chains,
its own wretched slave.
Hate that should burn
shows barely a spark
but still holds enough
to leave me its mark.

© Autumn Siders 2009


Holed up in this hell,

ready for a fight,

knowing damn well

you were always right.

Last thing on my mind

is how I will survive,

knowing that the danger

is the only way to thrive.

Bullets whizzing by,

 one will graze my arm,

but the one you never see

always causes the most harm.

© Autumn Siders 2009


Half-formed emotions

fill this empty soul

as I struggle to comprehend

what makes a human whole.

I’ve never shed a tear

for those I left behind

and the ones who’ve left me,

I will not try to find.

Life will carry on,

no matter what I choose

but I still won’t play these games

when I am certain I will lose.

© Autumn Siders 2011