Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
Where I can feel at home…
It is a new morning, Nothing has dared stirring, Not even the motes of dust in the corner, The silhouette of the boogie man made of laundry, All is calm and reposed, The way I like it, A city of sleep, Muck between the eyelids, Snoozing town, A new morning for me, But for everyone [...]
Sometimes I enjoy being on my own, Meditating on my thoughts, Or lack thereof. The feeling of openness which can be brought forth by Simple introversion, Viewing what is within. While I could be content with such a mode, Often I yearn for the compatibility of others, My close friends, My living champions, Those [...]
The others watch me lazily, yet with intent, from their quiet area of silent judgement, it is as though I am being assessed for living and breathing, such a scoundrel I am, I must turn the tables, to impress! Yet why bother when these individuals are perpetually displeased? There seems little point in exacerbating [...]
He tells me he has seen a girl, with vivid purple hair shining in the sun, according to him she walked with great presence away from him, her face was hidden, yet her aura shone, with flecks of blue, and green and gold, if I cared to know I would look these up, the energy, [...]
I’ve come to a stark white marble gateway where I have the choice, presented with left or right, which path is moral, which path is exploratory, which will help reach a state of divinity? I pause at the crossroads, unsure of which road to take, because the truth of the matter is I’m barely [...]
fairy bread and toffee apples and Barbie dolls and cupcakes pink princess outfits and friends' prematurely planned weddings and skipping rope and playing-house games a little girl’s dreams so simple and easy to please those years in primary school where we danced on the rocks like sprites with ease but then my dreams [...]
The hummingbird buzzes quietly, She is home at last, Without the combative competitive bees Whispering in her ears Deafening her as closer and closer they come Because she is set to feed and sudden aggression Comes over her As she desires the delicious dining within the precious feeder She needs She requires She must collect [...]
I glance at the geraniums, It seems they glance sideways at me. Some are happy, bubbly, cheery, And others, they carry a known disease, Of negativity among the cheer, The mirth, The banter, The geraniums are not completely innocent, No, some were willing to barter. Some have exchanged their good looks for power, The [...]
Searching, seeking, waiting, As though pressed against a boulder by the shore, Awaiting a mere glimpse of a mermaid, Even a speckle of her tail, To prove her reality, that she truly exists. This mermaid shall not, Cannot be a myth. Waiting, Quietly tempted by the rolling water, Gentle yet unique in its miniature [...]
If only for a few hours, I felt stable, grounded, calmed. I could attribute it to absolutely nothing, or I could attribute to it to something new. Either way, there is significance in the repose I experience, a chance from the unquiet, the river that no longer runs untamed, the stream that moves [...]
Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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