Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
Where I can feel at home…
even when I’ve not everything I need all aroundI have all I need when I’m herethe bare minimum does not contribute to any sense of gloomnor quaint snipey conversations within the roommy face doesn’t grow tired or longbecause I am here and nowand by my side is… you.I know you’re tired of the same old [...]
choosing which side to take, it's really not that hard, to rise and rise with great distinction or to sink and remain at large. there’s no shame in being positive and pretty with my words I will conflate them, will engorge them with slim and shaded shadows the truth has already been forged, lusciously, freely.
fighting against the turning tides, the waves rise and crash upon the open shore, begging for appeasement, begging the waves for more. The fish and seashells and mermaids and mermen crawl from well beyond the shore. There’s barely anything left upon the seabed, so tumultuous it has become indeed, from tridents these waves of terror [...]
daggers in her eyes she is potent with her stare take a needle and thread and prick that evil eye with precise care the deepest blue you did ever see boring into her into me flight takin now irreverently disrespectful they’ve brought her, me, down to our knees
Image from Pixabay To bloom within means not unravelling oneself, not pulling apart the petals, but securing them to one’s own mooring, so she can be seen for who she truly is, and was and still is. Underneath all, she is full of goodness, despite the anger, the sadness, she has her own manner of [...]
Original artwork by myself (c) 2022 Lauren. Hancock. All rights reserved.
Script Part 1 – A Quick Explanation There are moments in which I live to dream with caution. I know not the best of them, but damn well am I sure of some of them. When my heart will pound with the deepest tributes known to thee, the swinging songs, the flowing throngs trailing behind reverently, gowns so laced, so beautifully. I do know the truth here, that love will conquer all, these brides, these goddesses, will surely ascend to their throne, for the men or women within their lives have come here, arrived, with a certainty to tell, there is no agenda in the limelight, and there’s a potency with such well-meaning time.
Original artwork by myself. (c) 2022. Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
pathways and journeyman women and lovers come along, stay by their aid they are stoic, they are calmers, they wear quiet forms of armour, protected by the ones they love, their swords, their shields are made more potent, because fighting evil and chasms and voids can be dark work all done in a night and days, without a form of talk. Focus not upon the irreverent, the naysayers, the belligerents, and instead become entranced with beauty, melody and love, there is power within, if you see the beauty of a dove released from closed hands, with the most delicate of ease, lovingly, lovingly, lives attended, we, the couple will dream, and no
During these times we need sunshine, love, affirmations and more, for the sun to shine through the dreary clouds. To bring forth the brightness within thee, to allow the circumstances to slowly ease. There is in a knowing in what comes forth, what will come next, dare I breathe, exhale, set a task? There is [...]
Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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