Biography of Samuel Hall
I've never realized my mind's capabilities until high school. I grew up my whole life in Boise, Idaho, living the daily rituals without realization of what I was doing. I've lived in two houses during my life, one for 8 years, one for 9. I have always had a fetish for sports, whether it's soccer, basketball, or tennis. However, recently, I discovered the commonly unknown sport of lacrosse. I now play the sport passionately. Alongside this, my mind won't stop thinking through the simplest of human acts and concepts. When I'm driving, I can't help but look at a tire on another car and ponder about everything that has to do with it's movement and existence. I think things through constantly. This has led to poetry, and hence an outlet of my mind.
Samuel Hall Poems
The Breaking Point
The door is shut, the handle locked, The light breaks in from the crack below, As you sit in your room, full of fear and shock, At the empty blackness, the tension, the woe.
To Twist The Mind
You must unwind to a time that you never thought exists, Or bring about a consequence that can only subsist. You must look around every corner without the knowledge of truth, To see the image inside of you with no evidence or proof.
Blood speckles the earthen ground, Men sacrifice their life, their mind, their everything. A fading memory, a shimmering sound.
The Eyes Of God
My mind swims with thoughts, with constant energy, About forces unknown, about things unseen. Before I know what’s happened, my eyes shut down, And I slowly drift deeper to sleep…
Thankful To Write
Where to start, where even to begin, To search the sky or to search within. To be thankful is a treasure enough for me. What else am I thankful for? You will soon see…
The feeling of hope, the true inner being, A chance to make life more than a feeling. This surge of energy caught in your chest, Seems like more than simply a test.
Air To The Throne
As long as the eyes stay closed, They conceal a resource of images. Like dreams floating by in the space we can’t see, Until they rest upon our thoughts.
Thankful To Write
Where to start, where even to begin,
To search the sky or to search within.
To be thankful is a treasure enough for me.
What else am I thankful for? You will soon see…
I’m thankful for this rock that we call earth,
For the one who created it, for the virgin birth.
I’m thankful for the blood that was shed for my sake,
And the one who did it, my faith he has made.
I’m thankful for the food set before us right now,