Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
Where I can feel at home…
Joyous moments, so precious becomes, the stars, the stars, fall as though little dying suns. I know, I know, it’s been troublesome to make it through, but goodness sakes I’ve done so with truth. Looking forward to the future but settling in, enjoying present moments with my dearest kin, [...]
We can never truly gaze into the beauty of the sun, we can only bask, feel the delight of her warmth, I can feel her reverberation, her heart song. Why, a little bird once told me that the measure of youth is to capture those memories, sift through them, and seal them tight with Truth. I used to gaze into the beauty of the sun, [...]
The times are changing, my dear friends, my heart is no longer in tatters, I don’t need to make amends, I have said what I’ve said, and in rebuke another spoke their own words, allow us to simply remain separate and ponder, there’s no longer any need to hiss nor attend any longer. There is so much time but so little in fact, [...]
The butterfly, with her wings so wide, carries no weight of the world upon her mind. She is here for but the blink of a moment, her beauty is there, she shows it, and within our hearts, we observe her growing love for her wandering times. She does not know the shortness of her lifespan, maybe she does and does not show it to us, [...]
My words became spells again, my words they wove their magic, the images proved so sincere, yet tired they became, the end: so tragic. I sewed the moments one by one, delved in and out the topics, recreated potency handful by handful, the result: confusions of moments. The truth of the matter is [...]
I wander, the fields are blooming with colour, they’re illustrious, I’ve heard of them from afar, they have been calling from yonder. Their brightness is healing, I feel their hues trickle into my soul, my spirit enlivens, there are some things I don’t need to tell. [...]
Another chapter, yet one and the same? Different rules, different circumstances, differing frames. It feels odd to walk a path in an alternate manner, I’m here and now, watch me flower. The sadness is gone, but confusion can reign, I will not allow it, I hear someone cautiously [...]
Bright stars shine in my eyes, I soak them in like they’re available to take for all mine, to pluck at them and stow away into my hidden spaces, into the cracks and tears that have been left by the decisions that I thought wouldn’t result in this, where time is the only cure. I’ve never been here before, beneath this sea of sparkle that encompasses and revolutionises my mind and memories, [...]
The colours brighten me, they take over my soul, they enliven, they heighten, they create a somewhat free-for-all. In my heart, which I’ll tame one day, when it is the time to blatantly shine, I caress memories and emotions borne of still-bated breath, I know they’ll surface soon, [...]
There’s no confusion in the motions, they’re deft and sure and clean, but there’s confusion in the aftermath, I don’t want to be seen as someone I shouldn’t be. There’s power in the words, the murmured tones from up above, there’s something lingering there, you know, [...]
Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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