Finding joy

I have found joy in life is merely based upon a persons mindset. You could have everything you could ever imagine in the world. Money, Cars, Sweethearts, Bling, Fancy houses and yes even family. Even with all these things a person who is determined to go through life in depression, will only find sorrow. If that same person were to lose everything they had, would it make them happy? Probably not. What is my point, well honestly, I have no clue.

Perhaps it is this, Find your joy in life. Life is way too short for depression. Take time to find a hobby, or maybe find time to spend with your family. What if you and your family don't get along? Well, find something that interests your whole family. Happiness in life is not based on chance, that is a lie. Happiness in life is based upon what you make of life.

Life is too short to go through without love. When I say love, I mean it in its fullest term. The love of family, the love of a friend and yes the love of your other half. No I do not mean the other side of your body. I hope we can all put aside stress, depression and even anger. Take the time to find our joy.

On marbled floor

Solitude amongst crowded rooms.
Weariness amidst the boast of energy.
Lacking strength to pull away.
Away from these morbid thoughts.

Drawn so deep inside.
Depression lined with blankness.
Out of sight, out of world.
Lying cold still on marbled floor.

Withered on the freezing ground.
A summer flower met with the harshness of winter.
So bent over.
All life seemingly vanished from within.

To be found such as this.
The loud horror filled shrills.
Echoing off marbled walls.
Would be heard throughout.

Yet there is no sound.
Only the echoing of eerie silence.
Too far gone to notice.
Salted water pooling beneath.

Lines etched down the face of this still figure.
Pain laced underneath strained muscles.
It comes from within.
That none other then words can writhe.

To gaze upon with eyes such as these.
Empathy beyond all words.
For what good comes from hence.
These fiery hell bent darts.

They are exact.
Straight and true.
Never once missing.
Causing anguish every time.

Cold still on marbled floor.
Eyes fixed in place.
Ears having drowned out.
The chaos that surrounds.

Copyright 2009 Lauren Hall ©

Decision

We make them every day.
A decision that shapes us every moment.
The slightest change determining who we might become.
Choices that could ultimately change history.

Time is stretched out before us.
Like a Archer read for the kill.
If he were to release that arrow.
Where would it lead?

There are multiple paths to every road.
Perhaps a million.
Winding and weaving its way.
Moving straight towards its destination.

Deciding between them.
One will give you solace and peace.
The other will give you pleasure and bliss.
How tempting they sound.

The decisions one can make.
The possibilities are endless.
Your mind conjuring up all prospects.
Where should you even begin.

To choose between up or down.
Light or darkness.
Life and death.
Roads that lead to different ends.

Opening one door expecting another.
Should the door be shut?
Is it possible to shut it?
Is the illusion too tempting to turn away.

To reopen that door.
Step back through time and space.
Just to open another.
A parallel life you would have never known.

The decision to bend time.
To make it our own.
Twisting and pulling until it is right.
Choosing to make a new tomorrow.

How many lives did we change.
How many worlds did we destroy.
To reverse our mistakes.
To have a new beginning.

Copyright 2009 Lauren Hall ©

Time is against me

Time has lost her beauty.
That glittering, alluring, essence that pulls us forward.
The past brought life.
The present brought love.
What I see from the future is grief.

Time is against me in every way.
She wanted my life.
I refused to give it.
She wanted my love.
I would not hand it over.
She wanted my grief.
I finally gave in.

She said she would give me more.
More to live for.
More to love for.
In turn I was to give up myself.

She took it all.
The pain, hatred and grief.
She kept her promise.
I was given all I bargained for.

At first all I knew was relief.
It gradually turned into joy.
Joy of no longer feeling.
Feelings had all but gone.

Slowly I started to feel drained.
As time went on I felt even more emptied.
Time had kept her bargain.
I had emptied myself of everything.

Time is against me.
For I cannot move.
I gave myself away.
To a cruel and unusual punishment.

Time is against me.
She laughs at my horror stricken face.
Unable to respond to my surroundings.
All feelings have been taken away.

Cast aside to a corner.
As one would throw away an old toy.
Not one knows I still exist.
An empty shell in an equally empty house.

Time has forgotten her victim.
Moving on to play a new game.
Being careless in her actions.
Unknowing the final results.

A spark slowly wavers.


Copyright 2009 Lauren Hall ©
As a smile emerges from within.

The moment

To see the girl sitting at the booth.
One would think she was in deep thought.
This girl had a huge dilemma.
How was she ever to choose?

Perspiration beaded on her brow.
Unknowingly biting her lip.
She glanced over at her friend.
Contemplating her options.

How was one to choose?
There were too many of them.
She slowly lowered the object in her hands.
Grabbing her water she drank thoughtfully.

The moment had come.
She had to pick.
Looking up into expectant eyes.
She verbalized her choice.

Had she made the right decision?
Would she be happy with it?
Doubt quickly flooded her brain.
She knew she couldn’t take it back.

As each minute that passed.
She started to fidget more.
She braved a quick glance at her friend.
Who calmly smiled at her.

The moment had come.
It was right in front of her.
Looking at it with wary eyes.
She grabbed her weapon of choice.

In front of her sat.
A curved crystal glass.
With a creamy pink beverage inside.
Whipped topping and a cherry on top.

Taking her first bite.
All doubt fled her mind.
Savoring each bite she took.
She knew she would go through it all over again.


Copyright 2009 Lauren Hall ©

Clockwork

Ticking clocks fill my head.
As the hand reaches its destination.
I feel the vibrato in my mind.
Bringing me back to the present.

A single sound slicing through silence.
It makes me morph my mind.
Taking on a torrent of tasks better left undone.
Leaving behind bittersweet thoughts bit by bit.

The constant sound of ticking.
Makes my mind writhe in pain.
The consistent sound of clicking.
Refuses my brain to release its memories.

What is left but to run away?
Where is my other avenues?
What more can I do but to block it out?
These are my options.

Who is to tell time?
If time were to eventually stop.
Would these shards stop piercing?
Extracting what they were set out to find.

They are taken back with a flood.
Extracting something that was not expected.
Using all efforts to shut the gate.
All strength is called on from within.

As the flood recedes away.
I hear the faint ticking.
No longer do I fear the sound.
The memories slowly escape to the back of my mind.


Copyright 2009 Lauren Hall ©

Feeling of Bliss

To stand upon a silken shore.
Gazing across a sea of glass.
The tawny sunset glistens and gleams.
Twinkling like crystals bathed in light.
As my eyes glide shut.
The feeling of the wind caresses my cheek.
As I soon fall into absolute bliss.
Oh, What heaven have I fallen into?
To witness such beauty.
On an evening such as this.


Copyright 2009 Lauren Hall ©