Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
Where I can feel at home…
The genius within you calls and calls, reckoning like secretly potent anemone, contemplating as to whether it’s worthwhile for him to be seen, or whether, in fact, he should remain hidden, and cease his calling for you day by day. The exotic being within you sings, eyes casting upon the sumptuous feast on offer, [...]
A level of exhaustion beginning to grow, then an unexpected expenditure of energy comes alive as I reap what I’ve sown. The quietening down of my mood, the lessening of my agility, strangely enhances me, it does not hinder me. I am cumbersome, but, my mind is crystalline clear, open and free, [...]
Awaiting that irrevocable touch Upon my hair-raised skin, I know it will be magnificent, the time for reflection, To make myself chaste, from within. Butter me up, darling, I know the emotions too well, Of diving, sinking, And finding no treasure, The tides know my desires all too well. But I will leap [...]
I hold my head high as I walk into the room, my flourishing robes, my gentle tapping embroidered slippers, rich expensive perfume. And with a turn of my head I quietly announce: I am here and I am who I am. Though I may be laden with jewels, and layers of thick crushed [...]
What’s in the wooden box? An ornate engraved chest – Does it promise me treasure? Diamonds, jewels, gold? It must with any luck. I approach the container with trepidation, My fingers tremble with delicious anticipation, And the tremor which should rile me awfully Pushes me forth: The adrenaline is potent. What will I [...]
Barrel waves, beautiful curls, how they suit these pretty pairs of girls who dance in the moment, left to right, right to left, linking arms in the present, advancing, advanced. They smile widely though little do you know, their teeth are plastered with Vaseline, to shine, shine, shine each little toof and teef, to [...]
We so often overlook those who should be treasured in our lives, those stoic, and brave, and loving, and loyal, who are there for us to lean upon, exclusive and selective, they’ve been chosen and choose to be continually here for us. Yet our hearts pull away, they are failing in many measures, to [...]
Will I hold charge? I wonder. Will electricity pass through me and back out to them? I contemplate how my mind will handle the surging volts, Will it crumble or will it take the brunt? Perhaps they do not know precisely what they are doing, How to discover whether the procedure is a success? [...]
There have been many years of flailing, my life lacking in solid intent, and I wonder, where am I going, am I even progressing? Hoping for something to shoulder all the weight from my listless life. It’s as though I am simply floating in a mass of water, stagnant appears to be the tune, [...]
I fly off, toward a land of the free, where I can soar with my wingspan so wide not even dragons could watch without envy. Their narrowed eyes and aching hearts would speak of something so paining and green that neither head nor heart could be altered, though to be seen with these beasts would [...]
Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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