Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
Where I can feel at home…
Three pupils in a pod, one, two, three, thump! Carefully observing, wondering where they’re going, travels in life, so far yonder, if not careful they’ll find much peril before them. These wary, cautious eyes, have seen more than they can stand, they have witnessed atrocious sufferings, and several sleights of hand. Because [...]
My peasant fairy godmother, so round and delicate and wise, an orb and an orb unto herself, she flies to me through the skies. To provide me assistance, to provide me with hope she waves her hands and magically provides me with her delicate scope of wisdom and inner strength of power and [...]
He stares at himself: who is this being he has become? He barely recognises the shapes, the forms, the features which make up his fasmall-poem-mobilece. Now, they are a conglobulation, his eyes scan the scene, a personal level of understanding of what is occurring beneath the surface of lucid dreaming. His mind is in [...]
She glows from within. Her thoughtful, ponderous eyes focus on that which is unfocused, the worldly others farther away, further, further, but of the complexities they hold, she projects them from her sense of being, internally of them she is freeing. Her connection with the light may not make any sense to others, those observers, [...]
As I sit upon that mountain top of coulda, woulda, should, I wonder to myself what would happen if I actually would with my actions do. The methods of my madness, the truth among the omission of lies, my projected sense of attitude determined to succeed before all sets of eyes. Where the observers [...]
Herein lies this creature, the cause for great alarm. Idly he stares at you, dead socket, your heart beats, skips and thumps. You’ve never seen a thing like this, the glassy glossy sheen is making you spin, there’s nothing living beneath the surface, surely? Though you’re still frightened, this creature makes you feel so [...]
Hello to all my lovely readers. I hope you're having a fabulous day or evening, wherever in the world you are. I was wondering whether any of you would be able to help me out with something. I don't like asking for help sometimes because I don't want to be a bother, but I thought [...]
Eyes all around, I can sense their presence lurking over me. Eyes all around, I feel the pupils burning into me. A sense of understanding that somebody is watching; I dart my eyes to the left of me, and there he is blatantly staring. I smile briefly to let him know I knew of his [...]
I've decided to try something different with this post. I'd love if you could join me! When you first see this drawing of mine, what springs to mind? Could you write a few words, sentences or a little paragraph of your own story to fit this hungry, hungry birdie? I thought it might be fun [...]
Flowery, happy moments, where our moods and our words would bounce and leap around, our eyes playfully locking with the other’s, as we smiled and pranced, our voices singing in unison, such a joyous sound. I remembered how happy we were, where we would spend all our spare time together; you’d visit me in [...]
Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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