Painful memories

On the brink of consciousness.
Light filtered through eyelids.
Squinting as you come back.
Back to the world of the misfortunate.

Luminescence dances across the floor.
Making its way through darkened spaces.
Crowding out the shadows.
Prowling around the edges.

Sleepiness hazes vision.
Groggy while becoming cognizant.
Reality taking over fiction.
While hopelessness finds its way back.

These darkened doors.
Hold too many memories.
This old cottage.
Contained so much happiness.

All has faded away.
Vanished from sight and sound.
Leaving instead misery.
Of what once was.

Far from civilization.
None to pry these memories.
None to glimpse,
The sorrows left behind.

Staring through painted glass.
The sense of loss far too great.
Too great to hold back tears.
Which soon turn into weeping.

Who is there to comfort?
Who can wipe away these tears?
How can happiness be replaced?
Amongst so much pain.

Life moves on its way.
Leaving behind its mark.
Light shimmers through the crevices.
A heart slowly begins to heal.

Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©

Don't ever stop dancing

Don't ever stop dancing.

Keep those dreams in site.
Keep up the good fight.

Don't ever stop dancing.

Let love lead your way.
Allow it to spread through works.

Don't ever stop dancing

Laugh at the old black train.
Laugh as it passes on by.

Don't ever stop dancing.

Forget about worry.
It is a useless emotion.

Don't ever stop dancing.

Don't be shy, do a jig.
Make those around you laugh.

Don't ever stop dancing.

Make that leap.
Take a chance.

Don't ever stop dancing.

Hold those you love close.
Never let them go.

Don’t ever stop dancing.

Dance until there is nothing left.
Dance until you're out of breath.

Don't ever stop dancing.

Cry when it is needed.
Let the tears flow free.

Don't ever stop dancing.

Keep those feet moving.
Bound over every little bump.

Don't ever stop dancing.

Sometimes,
That's all you've got.

Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©
Don't ever stop.

If I, would you

If I climbed the highest mountain,
To see creation better.

Would you do the same?

If I crossed over oceans,
For the sake of adventure.

Would you come as well?

If I laughed hysterically,
At the stupidest of jokes.

Would you laugh too?

If I became withdrawn,
Thoughtful and quiet.

Would you sit beside me in silence?

If I cried a river,
At the drop of a hat.

Would you question or comfort?

Teardrops fall from saddened skies.
Laughter rumbles from the earth’s belly.
I can’t help but be awed.
By your loving, endearing nature.

If I were to leap off a bridge,
Slicing through the cool water below.

Would you tell me I’m crazy?

If I stood outside in the rain,
Just to feel it on my face.

Would you tell me I have no sense?

If I were to fall on my face,
And then laugh at myself.

Would you look at me with shock?

If I crinkle my nose,
At the smell of cilantro.

Would you look at me and say, “Your weird.”?

If I ask to help you,
Solve a problem.

Would you accept it?

Teardrops fall from saddened skies.
Laughter rumbles from the earth’s belly.
I can’t help but be awed.
By your quiet, and thoughtful nature.

If I told you I wasn’t ready,
For a more serious friendship.

Would you nod and say, “Ok.”?

If I wanted to take a drive,
Just to feel the wind.

Would you comply and ride along?

If I told you,
That you make me feel special.

Would you keep making me feel special?

If I had a problem,
That I was struggling with.

Would you help me pull through?

If my heart stopped,
Without you.

Would you…

Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©

Turned into

Tapered, drained and reduced to nothing.
Forgotten, dismissed and lost sight of.

My soul languishes with each passing moment.
My heart flourishes with affliction.

I have been tempered with fever.
Strained by heavy demands.

Being left rifted upon broken glass.
Torn apart from within.

Having been left for those already expired.
Cold lingers around each bend.

Tormented by nightly fiction.
Puzzled as to reality.

Time passes unhurriedly by.
Enhancing each prick to torture.

Waiting as to the final verdict.
Curiosity no longer playing part.

Lightlessness has vanished away.
Shadows having become invisible.

The dark magnifies each pain.
Every noise made all the louder.

Strength has evaporated through the crevices.
The will to live on has been lost.

Obscured vision of any beauty.
Seeing the world as distasteful.

Cringing with each laugh.
Withdrawing at every smile.

Unable to hold down the words.
Vomiting up every one.

Love no longer appeals.
Rather looking upon with disdain.

Creation has lost another innocent.
Having been turned by the vicious.

Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©

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 ©