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What If

What if the world wasn't ours
What if we saw everyone's scars
What if we saw all the secrets they hide
Behind all of their carefully thought out lies
What if we saw the flaws they try so hard to keep inside
After that what would we decided
Would we conceal the truth we now hold
Or would we take a risk and choose to be bold
Would we judge for who they are
Or would we treat them like a star 
If we saw behind their wall
We would all surely fall 
If we saw what they always thought
We would see how their life is in a knot
What if we finally saw that the world doesn't revolve around us
Or would that just cause a huge never ending fuss
What if the world wasn’t ours 
Just think... what if we saw everyone’s scars

Copyright © Autumn Paul | Year Posted 2018



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I Remember

As I sit there I can hear the birds singing.  I can hear the dog panting from running too fast.  I can smell the food mawmaw is cooking for Sunday dinner.  I can see the rest of my family walk in the door.  I watch as I see my cousins fight then laugh it off.  I can feel the toy ball in my hands as I’m sitting in his lap.  I can hear him laughing as I throw the ball too high. I feel my small feet hit the carpet as I run for the ball.  I feel the cold metal on my hand as I turn the door knob. I felt the heat from the light as it all faded. And I’m there and I’m grown.  I can hear all the people weeping.  I can see the open casket and my grandma crying by its side.  I can see him so pale and fragile; so lifeless and small. And I remember. I remember how much he really loved me. I remember his laugh and his smile. I remember his smell. I remember how proud he always was of me even if I didn’t succeed. And I remember.  I remember how mad he would get win his favorite team wouldn't win and how every friday night was popcorn night. And I remember. I remember him down to the smallest detail. And I’ll never forget. 

									In Loving Memory Of
										  J.W.P

Copyright © Autumn Paul | Year Posted 2018

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Teenage Years

Too young to feel pain 
Too old to get hurt
Too childish to think like an adult
Too young to play games
But old enough to be blamed
We try to fit in
But no matter what we will never win
Too old to sit on mama's lap
Too young to just snap
We try to hide what we have become 
Because we don't even know what we’ve done
We’re supposed to know the right choice to make 
But in the end our hearts always ache 
Most people will never say 
But we go through this everyday

Copyright © Autumn Paul | Year Posted 2018

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What Happens

I see her running, laughing, playing,..living
I can see her happiness. The look on her face as dad chases her through the park.  I can see the love and praise she gets from going down the slide by herself. The joy she gets when she opens presents on her birthdays. The excitement when she runs down to the tree on christmas morning. She doesn’t have a care in the world. Her biggest concern is how to get a cookie before dinner without mom noticing. But what happens when the running turns into sleeping.  The laughing turns into crying. The playing turns into studying and the living turns into just existing. What happens when her happiness fades behind a fake smile or the running from dad turns into running from cops.  What happens when her love and praise turns into shouts and screams of disappointment.  Now what happens when her joy from her birthday has now turned into lighting that first cigaret. What happens when the excitement on christmas morning turns into meeting a guy at a bar.  What if now she has every care in the world because her world fell apart long ago.  And one of her biggest concerns is trying to get out of a strangers house at 4 in the morning. What happens when shes not that little girl anymore.  Is she still the same or did she change to much for you to recognize her.  What happens when she lives the life she wasn’t supposed to live.  What happened to the little girl you knew; what happened?

Copyright © Autumn Paul | Year Posted 2018

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Monsters

When you are young you aren’t normally brave or strong.  You fear the slightest things, dogs, storms, monsters under your bed, basically life in general scares the younger you.  While we were young the things we feared would go away as soon as we ran to our parents.  There was no fear once we were in the arms of the people we loved the most. Later as time went on we stopped being afraid of the small things like storms, curtain animals, even life wasn’t as scary as it had been. Sadly once we hit high school the fear starts up again but in a completely different way. For some reason we never seem to grow out of being afraid of monsters. We just can’t escape them. They end up being the star football player. The smartest girl in our grade. They are each and every person around us.  We stopped looking for monsters under our bed because we grew up and realized they were in the people we trusted the most.

Copyright © Autumn Paul | Year Posted 2018



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Free

I saw the way you looked at me
And how in those moments I felt free
From the smile that lit up any room
To the mask you wore like a costume
I saw the way your eyes lost its light
When you continued the interal fight
The act that's placed
Won't ever be written on your face
The worlds gone by
With every blink of an eye
You act strong in life
But each breathe feels like a knife
You hide your pain
So that it's easier to maintain
You're not alone
Even if stuff is unknown
I saw the way you looked at me
And how in that moment a piece of you was free

Copyright © Autumn Paul | Year Posted 2020

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Time Goes By

The day we wake up and realize
That most of the world is still a surprise
We can’t wait to leave
But in some way we’ll still grieve 
We’ll cry all our tears 
Then face all our fears
As our childhood life 
Fades far into the night
We’ll sit back and laugh
Then take that last photograph 
Some will be on their way
Others will chose to stay
Four more years will pass
Then we’ll stand in front of our own class 
We’ll step outside 
With a smile so wide
We’ll look down the hall see each others face
We’ll take a deep breathe and know we’re in the right place
We’ll take a step back look up at the sky
And say My how the times gone by

Copyright © Autumn Paul | Year Posted 2019


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