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Best Poems Written by Autumn Patrick

Below are the all-time best Autumn Patrick poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Overthinking

There’s too much on my mind,
But there’s not enough time,
To write it all down,
So I guess I’ll just drown,
In these thoughts.
They consume me, 
Dragging me deeper and deeper,
Down and down,
Into the further unknown.

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A Lovely Love

You made me smile.
Our love was on fire.

I could hardly breathe,
with you staring at me.

And when I stared into your eyes,
I instantly knew you were mine,
because you can’t fake a love,
with the way your soft blue eyes looked back into mine.

My heart is content with just you in the center.
It makes me so glad that it’s December. 

If only I could fall asleep to the beat of your heart,
I swear on my soul,
That I’d never fall apart. 

For you were the one,
That started my heart.

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Sick Days

Sticky gooey sickly.
That feeling you feel,
When all you feel,
Is that miserable sick you've known for years.
These days make you want to just lay down,
Burrito yourself in a blanket,
Sleep for days, 
Or read many books, 
While drinking your favorite tea in your favorite cup.
If only those days could be so simple.
Then there comes the priorities.
WoRk, WoRk, ScHoOl, LaUnDrY, ClEaNiNg.
Today is definitely a sick day,
But It's not the type of stay home sick day. 
I have a headache.

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Fear of Falling

So let's all lament, 
Here in the present, 
because we've already lost our way anyways. 
Baby, please save me 
from the flames I see beneath my feet,
For I fear that they may swallow me.

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Still Here, Still Alive

If I weren’t alive,
I guess I’d be dead.
I’d be a soul, 
Floating around the universe. 
There’d be no sound,
Just my thoughts to keep me company.
All the sweet silence,
And nothing but calm all around.

If I weren’t alive,
I would miss my family,
But I’d still visit them.
I’d know they were okay,
Because I’d be the one to protect them.

If I weren’t alive,
But only just a soul,
I might get lonely.
I might miss your face,
And I’d miss the love that your arms hold,
When they’re holding me.

If I weren’t alive,
And only a soul,
I don’t think I’d be as happy,
As I am down here on earth.
I think I’m glad that I’m still alive.

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The Crucible

Evil is among them,
Or so it truly seems.
Lies afflicting witches,
Is what holds the town of Salem at bay.

Abigail's mistake quickly turns into a terrible mess,
that leads to eternal damnation.
They tell the town that witches are among them,
to gain privileges that others cannot.

John and his wife have kept a cold house, 
because of John's choice to lay with another.

The lies continue for days and days, 
and people in the town of Salem even start to hang.
Abigail's lie leads her to control the town,
But what she doesn't know now is that she will eventually go down.

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Mind, Body, and Soul

Today I feel,
Like I’m barely there.
My soul seems so distant,
From the body I wear.
If I were to disappear,
I wouldn’t really care.
It’s been a long time coming.

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Winter's Wrath

Winter is coming.
She blows around ferociously,
Whipping the trees, 
And tossing around the leaves. 
Her anger brings an icy gust,
Making us wish we could muster the courage,
To face her wrath.
With time comes a hero, 
Who can bring back summer.
Her time is almost done.

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Here For You

There’s so many words I could say,
But none of them will do.
Nothing I can say, 
Will change what has been done.
You probably hate me,
But know that I still love you.

I feel nothing but empty awkwardness,
Whenever I’m around you,
So I’m sorry for that.
I didn’t mean to take it this far.

You’ll always be my big sister,
Nothing can ever change that.
And I’ll always be here for you,
So if you need a shoulder to cry on,
And even if you hate me,
I’ll be here for you.

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1000 White Lines

1000 white lines sat,
There on her arms.
She covered them up,
So no one would stare.
 
She wore her long sleeves, 
Everyday of the week.
Hoping no one would notice,
Everyone just thought she was cold.
 
She seemed so happy,
Just on the outside.
But deep down inside,
No one knew just how much she was hurting.
 
She would keep to herself,
So happy and smiley.
Not one thing could be wrong.
That's what they all thought.
 
When she got home,
She would go to her room.
With her door locked,
She sat down on her bed.
 
She rolled up her sleeves,
And her arms started to scream.
The names that they spoke, 
Made her eyes spring with tears,
And her nose really runny.
 
She pulled out her knife,
From the top drawer of her dresser.
And glided it carefully,
Through the skin on her arms.
 
The blood prickled up,
So warm and so red.
Maybe, she thought, she'd be better off dead.
 
So she took the used blade that she had in her hand,  
And made an incision,
As deep as could be.
 
She lost blood fast,
As her time ran short. 
And with her last breath,
She wrote on her wall,
with bloodied up fingers.
 
'I'm sorry for this.'
The words boldly projected.
 
Hours went by,
And her mom called her for dinner.
When no response came,
And no footsteps were heard,
Her mom became curious,
Just like she should.
 
She stepped up the stairs,
And opened the door to her daughter's room.
She ran horrified over to her daughter's side,
As she lay still,
The light gone from her eyes.
 
Her mother's eyes glistened with tears,
As she saw the clear message.
"Why?!" she cried out.
 
She then ran for the phone, 
And called 911.
But it was too late.
 
1000 white lines,
Now glitter her arms,
As she lays in her casket.
She's now with the stars.
 
Everyone she's known is completely heartbroken.
Just knowing she's gone.
It's all because of those thousand white lines...