Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Month: December 2019

  • Poem: The Whispers to Behold – 04/12/19

    Poem: The Whispers to Behold – 04/12/19

     
    Sometimes I feel as though I’m unfairly judged,
     and though there are positives within me to behold,
     there may be negatives which make me seem like I am
     strange,
     weird,
     too eccentric,
     but truth be told:
     this is who I am, 
     I proudly do not fit into any plastic mould. 
      
     I do not adhere to specific rules and such,
     I make certain to express myself,
     not holding back and following convention,
     there is too much to know and feel in life
     than to be anything other than your radical self.
      
     I shan’t allow overs to bruise me,
     to gloss over my work, my expressions,
     because if they do not appreciate who I was, 
     who I am,
     who I have become, 
      
     I will simply dance away, 
     gaily prance off. 
      
     I could allow their whispers, 
     their disapproval, 
     to sink into my soul,
     to hurt my current moments
     and future tomorrows
     but I prefer to discard those feelings:
     I’d rather be strong, italic, and bold. 
     
    © 2019 Lauren M. Hancock 
    also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.

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  • Prose Poetry: Your Rainbow Warrior – 01/12/19

    Prose Poetry: Your Rainbow Warrior – 01/12/19

    As a rainbow warrior, I take it upon myself to bring light into the world. I bear my brightness against the darkness within ongoing roads and winding fields. I take on the enemies within darkened dreams that tiptoe lovingly into darkly hued painterly scenes. I shine a kaleidoscope of colours into avenues and alleyways that promise naught but destruction and demise, and allow the travellers to wind down these paths with beauty and stars in their eyes.

    No longer are they in hues of grayscale – black and white, a parched under-colouring of darkness and barely-pure light, instead they are bathed in pinks and blues, and greens and yellows, oranges, purples. Oh, what delight! Suddenly they feel alive, the lethargy which dripped and dragged from their souls now slides cleanly away, allowing them to breathe. And as their rainbow warrior who has taken it upon myself to save their lives from inaction, I know that even though they cannot see me, they are grateful for my intervention.

    Because who wants to live in greyscale, a wishy-washy world of white and grey and black? Some might find this studious, perfect, but for myself I would ache if the colours were away. They brighten my mind, cause my smile, lift my spirit always, as I am the colourful child of this party, please allow me to be with you, and aid your brightening souls each day.    

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