Smile, My Catastrophe

There, a sparkle of a smile.
Reaches the corner of your eyes.
Here, a glint of ultimate happiness.
My heart sighs with contentment.

There, in the depths of your deepest thoughts.
I see how you can't help but be distracted.
Here, in my every thought.
You've made your way to stay.

There, low lights etch every inch of your features.
Just as you lean in to hear my every word.
Here, sitting too far away.
I can't help but smile.

There, you made me melt with that very look.
You know how to get to me.
Here, is where I'd love to stay.
You don't have to go.

There is nowhere for us to go.
We're happily trapped in time.
Here, is where I want to stay.
Right here in your arms.


Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©

Secrets of a sleepy town

Interrupted peaceful sleep.
Buzzer beat in my ear.
Bolted upright with surprise.
Head throbbing hurtfully.

Tangled in a web of sheets.
Constraining my every movement.
Finding the floor wrongfully.
Face met with harsh cold floor.

Scrambling through cascades of debris.
Grogginess not my friend.
Half wakened eyes straining.
Didn’t see the shut door.

Mirror reflecting a horror.
There was a scream.
I don’t believe me.
Cracked glass biting my toothbrush.

Tripping downward stairs.
No time for fast break.
Out the door in a flash.
Flash of red falling down more stairs.

Not a soul in wistful sight.
Clouds cover dreariness.
Creaky old town asleep.
Breathe in the damp air.

Jumping through fallen leaves.
Jump, hop, crash.
Into a hidden hole.
Sharing secrets with my foot.

Recovered from discovery.
My foot aches with many secrets.
Limping me away to there.
There, where butterflies encased.

A letter here in there.
Strewn together in a peculiar way.
To make a most obnoxious rhyme.
For no rhyme or reason why.

Sleepy, dreary, forsaken town.
My home for more a lifetime now.
Happy to find my walk unscathed.
No more secrets to encounter today.


Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©

Nay Mair

Piercing sounds reflect poorly.
Radiating the now lost souls.
Hear the howling night folk.
They cry for what they do not know.

Recompense for past dues.
Signature of the forgotten.
Line upon lines hidden.
Too far in the distant past.

Taking back what is not theirs.
Only loveliness is left untouched.
Left for others to admire.
Strength beyond words unspoken.

Hear now the night fowl whisper.
Unwanted personages crawl in dark.
Their ward tossed to the wolves.
Scavenging for new livelihoods.

Hear, hear you begotten ones.
Told in the distant present.
We will shine upon the wicked.
Naught shall change our course.

Singings sung in lies.
Woven is their tempests snare.
Heeding what is unspoken.
Unlikely to break the spell.

Truth being our only ally.
We wait for this freedom yet.
Covered in unholy mire.
Waiting to be cleaned once mair.

Treading on weakened ground.
Unsteady our heads become.
Lightened this way soon will be.
When he takes back his rightful ward.

In silence we now wait.
The harshness of bitter words brittle.
Beating our ever beaten backs.
They will strike us nay mair.




Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©