Bradly Ryan Lawrence - Writing

Childhood... forgotten.

Oh how I long for my past...
for the days of being a child.
Carefree days of fun and happiness
and playing and running wild.

Where there once was joy,
sadness has set in.
Play time is over
and adulthood must begin.

My toys lie on my self,
discarded and full of dust.
Carefree becomes careful,
love becomes lust.

But WHY!? Why must it be?
Why must playtime go?
Because we're too old for play?
Because society says so?

No! We don't have to "grow up"!
Life is more than money and wealth
What about love and joy?
Wellbeing and health?

Happiness isn't status,
or money or vanity.
Happiness is loving others.
Love and serenity.

So, when at every turn in life
depression is all you find
Forget all your adult worries
and bring back you childhood mind.


All I'm trying to say here is that just because you get older, it doesn't mean life has to get any less enjoyable. I know it sounds cliche, but love really is the key. Trust me on that. I'm not saying life is stress free, but with the right mindset, you can be happy no matter what happens.

Numb...

What happened? He's lost... gone. He's hiding, taken over. Only whispers of the person he was... he's not even what he seems to want to think he is. SO much deceit yet so much clarity, how can a single candle burn in an eternity of darkness, and evenutally become day?

Do I miss him? Do I want to be him? I don't even know who he was. I know how he thought he was, and how others though he was, but no... I don't like him... selfish, egocentric. It's time to let go of him, let him sleep now, his time is over. The future is open to me now, starting clean, starting fresh. Goodness will prevail, it has to.

Dizziness overwhelms me, nonesense is. I'm not here, I'm there watching me as I vomit out what energy I have left into yet more nonesense. The words I speak are not my own.

Yet a flicker of light still remains, a purpose... me. There I am, hidden deep within "me", like an unborn child waiting to grow. Why am I there and not here? "I'm" preventing me from showing... I hate "myself". "I" am a plastic sheet covering myself. It's time to kill "myself" so that I can live.

A candle may burn endlessly into eternity without growing any brighter... but it will burn nonetheless.

Afloat...

Slowly drifting in a cloudy ocean. Beauty around me, serenity singing a soft comforting melody. As I drift between this world and that, my mind fills with memories of happy days gone by.

A deep penetrating rythm dances merrily inside me, exciting me, filling me with it's eternal joy and carefree movement.

Enjoying my solitude I let the watery air current take me... to far away places of realised dreams and loved ones to come. Opening my eyes just slightly I see the blurred way ahead... beautiful and frightening.

The child inside me stirs, restless and playful. It plays happily inside my mind, reminding me of who I am. I'm filled with love for it's representation, it's meaning, it's existance.

Fading to black, the once vibrant beauty of my journey now enters my mind to continue its stunning display, serenity quietens a bit, leaving whispers of its harmonious voice echoing inside me.

As I leave this world behind me, my dreams take over and transport me to fantastic futures, pasts and fantasies. The starry sky drifts ever more above me and the peaceful night surrounds me once again... and I am at peace.

Smile...

The rocks tied to your ankles are heavy, the further you swim the harder it gets. Your eyes burn from the salt water around you and your vision blurred, the way forward not as clear as it once was.

It is at these difficult times where you only have to smile to cut the first rope that drags you under. Remember this, the blacker your mood, the heavier the rocks. If you can have the courage and the strength to cut the ropes the keep the rocks, your swim to land will become so much easier, your eyes will clear and you will once again be happy.

It all starts with a smile...