Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
winding worlds, sharpened words, and vibrant art
A distinguished yew tree silently stands before me, speaking of regeneration and rebirth and all that is everlasting, within my heart it resides, while monumental, it is a temporary fixture, nonetheless an awe-inspiring picture. Who planted this reminder for me, to never give up? A sign that, during times of impassioned illness and ill [...]
Depression hits my aura like a stoning I crumble beneath the view fetal-like shell-shocked I’m trying but my best is never good enough seemingly humoured toward the end. Your life is different to mine, and while I am thankful for some memories I want to curl tighter and tighter, keep you away I’d be [...]
I am exhausted. Tired of the crowd’s prying eyes when all I’m doing is wallowing and huddling. I want nothing more than this sharp oversensitiveness of my skin to stop this crawling feeling, because I can feel the touches, the curious fingertips dragging, on the skin of a woman made of parchment who bears her [...]
Hey, let us not be so hasty, let us not be so rash. Instead, let us flow with the sun and the wind entwined as one, woven with thrice strands, a plaiting of joyous warmth, breeze, and cheer neatly entangled by a pair of deft, invisible hands. I admire the sun for the [...]
I feel the beat within my veins, Vibrations, thrown off syncopation, They pull me from edge to edge, Paper thin and treacherous they betray the solid beats, An insistence of one-two-three-four, Heavy pounding, bass throbbing. Then, the lyrics, Divine, Singing of being unbreakable, Is that what we are? Are we made of such strength [...]
I am inspired by experience, because that’s the richness that I have, using my moments as potent fuel, a propellant, on the fire of dry bracken and chopped wood. Steady cracking ensues, and I can feel the force of heat throwing me back. Sometimes, some may feel burned by the stinging insults aimed toward [...]
Underneath a bridge is where we huddle during fine misted mornings that swell with particles of fresh oxygen and unlisted chemicals, the conglomerate joins in a state of irony, of helpful and harmful. They are united as one with drawbacks and expulsions, in and out, the clouded fog permeates and breathes, enveloping our heads [...]
