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 ©

Autumn Friend

Come all you and tell.
Tell me of our autumn friend.
Spin a web of her tale.
Let my mind take flight.

I have heard it said of old.
How our autumn friend casts her crown.
As it slowly falls to pieces.
Bringing joy before the winter.

She brings peace to the world.
To those who might receive it.
We reach our hands out in expectation.
Grabbing pieces that fall from heaven.

Her wind prickles our ears.
We hear her whispering song.
“Come all you that might sing songs.
Sing to our El on high.”

“Our loving El, King of hosts.
How we sing your praise to the nations.
Telling of your undying love.
Speaking of your mighty works.”

Let us rejoice before the winter.
Let us honor all Yah’s feasts.
Clanging cymbals and singing songs.
Praising our king to come.

Her crown has changed its colors.
The pieces from her crown color the ground.
Let us be blessed in this peace.
That we receive from our autumn friend.


Copyright 2009 Lauren Hall ©

Given the chance

Dark blue hazel eyes.
So easy to hide behind.
Gold mixed with brown is the hair that is wound up tight.
A face that belies very few emotions.
So easy to suppress the feelings that rise.

Give a chance to glance.
One would easily pass over.
Although my eyes miss none.
My heart sinks at that cursory glance.

Given the chance to dance.
One would easily pass.
Turning to one more bright.
To one more suited.

So easily forgotten.
So easily left behind.
No one would give they’re time.
To a face such as mine.

Here in this room.
I feel more alone then when alone.
Here in this room.
I feel neither rejected nor accepted.

Wondering why I am here.
Why my feet are not moving.
Moving away from this place.
Where I feel nothing.


Copyright 2009 Lauren Hall ©

Instead I wait.
Why I wait, I do not know.
I wait for something, someone.
I wait for someone to notice

Country living

I have lived in the country for around 15 years and could not imagine living anywhere else. Country living is all about the laid back attitude to take some time to "stop and smell the roses". For some of you it might be irritating to get stuck behind an old tractor going 30mph in a 55mph zone, but you have to realize that out here there isn't much rush. Unless of course old farmer Frank's grandson got his hand smashed under a tractor, then you would see rushing. Other then those medical rushes, there isn't any hurry to be anywhere at any specific time. If you happen to pass a local on the highway you might get a friendly wave. No, they may not know you, but as courtesy they will give you the two finger flick from the steering wheel, the full wave and of course the head nod. I'd have to say the most amusing thing about living out here is when your in the grocery store you might get stopped by a local friendly farmer and could end up in a two hour conversation. For my mom, she is not only stopped by the local farmers but by people she has never met and they tend to tell her they're whole life story. That's country living for you though. If you do have a schedule, don't bother sticking to it because at one point or another it will be interrupted by something else. Whether that is getting stopped in the grocery store, getting stuck behind a slow truck or tractor or even having to deal with a fox getting into your chicken pen. It will happen to be something along those lines. Don't let those little things keep you away from the country. Though it might sound annoying or even irritating. Those little things can make a person. Its the things like watching a baby calf leap around a pasture in early spring or letting the smell of the fresh country air fill your lungs. These are the other little joys that you can only get from the country that bring a smile. If you get a day off from that repetitive work of yours. Take the time to drive to the nearest place that you would think as "Country living".