Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
Where I can feel at home…
HolidayThis stonethis innocuous pebble breaks me breaks you, breaks us, aparttearing rolling down the barrel of a shotgun heartI may not know true heartache now but in the past that thing broke mepieces of an imperfect mosaic flewthese shards of myself not smokable but certainly shattered and vein-like-bluefatigue of life overtakesall the same shade of [...]
A devoted lovea timely course of medicationinterventiontimes of ascensionbut more the fall the paranoia indeedI’ve become part of that worldand it’s brought me to my kneesI slither and crawl like a serpent queenmedusa’s hair is unravelling so it seemsI do not know, I cannot undo,the times of manipulation, distress, and a delicious inkling of you.soups [...]
I send love and joy to the earthly formssoaring beings and ‘neath brewing storms,sending love to many many,and the sisters of three,who love to tug and twist and cut twine ‘neath the seawhere I lived for many many years under the rotundas of mental healthamongst dry retching desires and lengthy spellssearching for love and so [...]
Brother and SisterThe brothers come closerthey materialise into viewexpecting the expectant dame to cry ‘adieu adieu’but she will not falllike a tree in the quiet woods she will not be felled,not even by a dark witch doctor withmany alibis to tell.he holds the keys,swings with her melodies,he rhymes and rhymes,in unison in style,like youngest and [...]
amazing grace, learning to not take centre stage, but to share attention and time with others,growing less selfish and learning to enjoy a new familylearn and love amalgamate share energies --enough!I retreat, the Hermit, the rowboat goes on and on down a canal led by my hero of the tale, but the truth of the [...]
This life is worthless. It is worth exiting. I want to drown in the despair that this ward doebring. It erodes at you, they take each piece of you, break you apart. Take take, then unfagive, this is what breaks my heart. I worked so hard for my talents, and now I'm expectedshine, shine shine [...]
I over the melodramaticsThe bullshit sycophanticthe apparent rambling lunaticswhom do not know how to please themselves without easetheir problems can be oursBut I'm sick of being helpful divine whose put downI will launch a grenade and set myself alightI will smile as I dance with the powder beeswaxing with the moon and his counterpart Saturn [...]
my heart, oh my heart, it fills my mouth spills onto my chest a plethora of liquid love well blessed because I expelled those demons those pains those sufferings those feeling of inadequacy of needing to be noticed and appreciated by the lot of them I don’t need to be understood any longer I don’t [...]
inhale, exhale, that’s the price we pay for life,the sadness and the ecstasy and the purity of strifein which we live and breathe and write and see the beauty, the wonder, deep within me,I can finally acknowledge that what is within is Truth, is Wisdom,is blessing from the spiritual proof.The dove has arisen and landed [...]
Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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