Welcome Autume (Mix Track)

Aleh's Tracks · Welcome Autumn Poem Mix Track

Little knows

 Little does she know,

That you don't need her.

Little does she know, 

That she's even wanted. 

 

Ten times the words spoken.

Yet not one is heard.

When you happen to tell her.

That she is loved.

 

Little do you know, 

That you're her world.

Little do you know,

That you're all she needs.

 

Yet there's a price to pay.

For the hurt you've caused.

Penance shall be done.

For the love you've not given.

 

Little do they know,

Why she's not the same.

Little do they know,

The girl she used to be.

 

Will it ever be enough,

To drown out the loss.

The loss of your love.

When she needed you the most. 

Copyright 2021 Lauren Hall ©

Throwing Off the Old Mask

Ones perception of you.

How you should look.

The way you should dress.

 Fitting you into a mold.

This mold that's far too small.

A mold casting for a few.

Does it make me lacking?

Not being able to fit.

The amount of beauty found.

Seen through tinted glass.

A glass now made hazy.

With judgement and contempt.

 

I won't wear makeup for you.

I'll not wear a mask.

To make you see someone else.

Whose beauty you're seeking.

 

This is my beauty. 

It's bursting at the seams.

It's there for all to see.

If only you'd know me.

 

I see beauty every day.

It's made in his image.

Made by his hands.

From dust we shall return.

 

No makeup can compare.

To make up for what he's molded.

I came from my own mold.

It's why I don't fit into yours.

 

I don't need to be more.

Than I was already made to be.

I don't need to hide.

The person you should see.

 

Imperfection is beautiful too.

Blemished are we all.

Refusing to be whited sepulcher's.   

Instead beautifying the inside.

 

Take off the mask.

Remove the paint.

That we hide ourselves with.

Find peace in the image he made you.

 

Copyright 2021 Lauren Hall ©

Lost in Thought (Mix Track)

Aleh's Tracks · Lost In Thought Poem Mix Track

Your Loss is Felt

 Picking up the phone.

Becomes a nightly routine.

Burning the midnight oil.

To keep your loved one awake.

 

The fear of knowing at some point.

The call won't be taken.

Then until the time.

That your fear has become reality.

 

Sirens and rushing for the door.

Making it all slightly too late.

How long is the question? 

No one can answer.

 

Prayers and tears comes pouring.

Family our only solace.

Grief tears the heart.

Of those who are left behind.

 

To be able to say goodbye.

One last time before you go.

To embrace our loved ones.

Before they walk to the other side.

 

We know there is no more pain.

Suffering in this life is past.

 Yet it doesn't help this broken heart.

To better handle the grief.

Grasping onto what they have left.

Trinkets and old shirts.

Becoming treasures in our life.

Wiping tears on the edge of their sleeve.

The memories are all that's left.

Family and friends to confide.

Reliving the good ol' times.

When we had those family vacations.

Our love will never fade.

Our tears becoming intermittent. 

The hole we feel from your loss.

Means our love for you was greater.

Copyright 2021 Lauren Hall ©

Imgination Grown Wild

 Open up your eyes.

Greet the coming sunlight.

Wipe the last of sleep.

From your blurry eyes.

Bolt upright.

For this is the day.

As you scramble out of bed.

Rummaging through clothes.

Dress as quickly as possible.

Grabbing some toast.

As you make your way outside.

Door slamming behind.

Running past mailboxes. 

A flash of something seen.

Before you meet your friends.

At the edge of agreed place.

Laughing as you make way.

Towards adventures awaiting.

Mountains to be climbed.

Dragons to be slayed.

Imagination has opened.

A never ending stream.

Quests to be completed.

With your fellow comrades.

What will it be today?

No one has yet chosen.

As hollering and laughter.

Leaks through the trail left behind.

If souls could be seen.

They would be a burst.

Bright light seeking heaven.

As it explodes into the world.

Where shall we go?

There is no telling.

Jumping ship to find.

The next exciting adventure.

Copyright 2020 Lauren Hall ©

Words Spoken

Words.
They're only words.
Why won't they come out?
Instead, they're stuck inside.

I've chocked back so many.
They won't let me speak.
I can't speak about my emotions.
They're permanently silenced.

I'm suffocating every day.
I can talk about you.
I can talk for you.
Yet I can't speak for myself.

You hear me speak.
Enough to know I'm well.
Well enough to live.
Living isn't just breathing.

Living is communicating.
Why can I not convey this?
Yet you continue to talk.
I continue to listen.

I stifle my pain.
I choke back my turmoil.
Not being heard.
Is slowly killing me inside.

I started this long ago.
Shoving my feelings aside.
Keeping them locked away.
Not letting anyone see me.

Will I continue to be smothered?
I don't know if you hear me.
Can you see I'm in pain?
As I sit hear and listen.

Copyright 2020 Lauren Hall ©