Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
Where I can feel at home…
We spread our wings each time we share, we spread ourselves feather-tip to feather-tip, we open ourselves up, we tweet, we sing, with soaring pitches, we dare. We allow insight into our hearts and minds, our light that’s dimmed we make bright, to smile unto another’s confused face, and make them feel utterly compelled [...]
To promote a positive image of oneself is to reach into the garden where the ivy breathes and grows, where she winds around herself, occasionally tickling the life from her, and plucking a length of her stems and leaves, to crown yourself with her woven dreams. She is not poisonous, this ivy, no, your [...]
What idiocy she possesses, she slaps her arm, her face, she is her own abuser, let her disallow her hand’s ability to falter. For she deserves to be punished, before and after the fact, she knows what she has done is wrong, but strangely she displays the minimal amount of regret. She understands [...]
I don’t think it’s pertinent to share all. I don’t believe it is wise to give everything away; this is something I need to inherently grasp and know. Because throwing precious hurt and gnarled knots of hardened truth, for revelation’s sake, for honesty, for letting go, and giving it all away, it no longer always [...]
The green in her eyes speaks of envy, of rich, potent jealousy, block upon blocks of her irises compacted – there are shades of yellow lingering. Like an aged page of a book, curled and poignant a scene, her yellow paper is delicate, ancient, unlike recalcitrant feelings which have not been heeded for years, [...]
Paradise, paradise, it’s where seekers go to roam, to find themselves away from the lost, the broken, seeking something personal, true gold. Paradise is where they visit, to take turns riding in gondolas bobbing up and down, upon canals of flowing freedom, no longer lost, but found. Paradise is where lurks the hopeful, [...]
You say it’s not right, that you’ve left an untidy impression, you didn’t need to leave that lingering taste upon her lips, here is your apprehension. You say you've projected yourself far more than you desire yourself to be viewed but how to disentangle yourself from this resultant unhealthy view? Would you allow yourself the [...]
How to explain away an error when my intention was not cruel? How to apologise when my memory’s retention simply wasn’t running so smooth? How to insist I didn’t mean any offence when the point made was that I just didn’t understand? Honest and truthful, and by my own, not another’s devices, I feel one true lacking of mine has been brought to hand. I want to explain away the memory slip, that simply because I didn’t understand, that because I did not recall, doesn’t mean that I don't appreciate his work and this witty man,
I rise and reach my crescendo, my voice tickles the highest echelons of available pitch, wavering, delicate, now a subtle shriek, melodious though, it is. I sing for them, I sing for me, a-top the plenary hideaway where I quietly go to express myself, to note all thoughts down, my pen, my ink, it [...]
I’m a little unsure of this one, this piece I have to present, I hesitantly amble downstairs, I know they’re resting; both have had their daily energies well spent. I know I’ve already asked and presented, but, here I go again, a final request for their critique, their feedback, because I’m unsure whether to publish, to share, or retain it.
Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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