look at this breath this baby’s hum and warmth permeating the surface of peonies on show i cannot care any more than I already do for this exquisite view simplicity between hearts wrought, tapestries bursting, sewn full. [...]
Recently, I had the wonderful opportunity to work with my dear friend, Navin Manik of Navin's Poetry to write and record together a piece together. Please visit his site for his amazing spoken word and poetry. There you will find soulful, striking, deep words from his very soul recorded, performed and shared. We sincerely hope you enjoy our poetry project, Implore.
excited parallel universe where our motives selfishly meant were never truly met but in our beings we felt those irrevocable dents start to mend or were they beginning to spread? hard to decipher, the sensations felt young crushes soft passions gentle touches flushed complexions rough grabs forced giggles becoming something I didn’t want to acknowledge to please to be to allow him to feel to see “me” being right for him
Author's note: Sometimes I like to look back at my drafts and see what was on my mind months prior, and how I constructed these realities into rhymes and words to soothe myself, express anger, frustration, upsets, or some such. This piece I feel still has some of these truths ringing in my current reality. Hence, I thought I would share it with you here today.
the owls, the owlsthey tiptoe along the wiresharing songs and stories,eons of lifetimes togetherfervent hoots and warblesaltogetherimpressive wingspans as they envelopthe biting morning air togetherhush down little preyscatter as you mayall words, no prey, no victimsbut treated with such tendernessowls caress the vowels and syllableswithout damnationwith much great proofof ultimate, irreverentatypical swayyythrough and throughplucked from [...]
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jawbreaker taken apart with blade and box gloves reshaped rewired rehoused rehomed re re re, remove that disgusting request from my sweet skin I cannot bear the crawling sensation of expectation and desire rule over me like a beckoning hungry fire [...]
bounce baby let me rise with thee there was only one path for us and that’s true destiny we are anything but circumstance we are everything wild and planned we are perfection hand in hand and scan my heart to find the true lands [...]
it feels like gold it shines it glimmers it never grows old these times that grow within my soul cause me to smile widely from ear to ear. [...]
from the depths of my soul from the gateways of my being I shudder with anger distilling through me its not purely the behaviour which perturbs it’s the repeat offending I know will remain present and untoward some will never change this I hold true pity me for believing I am a true fool. Copyright © 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.