Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
A corner of my world where I feel most at home
Male crickets chirp, signalling their romantic calamity. They know what they are seeking, whom they are aiming to have come into their world. But crickets; crickets, crickets, don’t we downplay their communication, a meaning of nothingness following a comment meant to be poignant or profound. I used to love crickets as a child. I would hunt them for hours on end, following the sounds [...]
The rain pitter-patters against the window reminding me of the melancholy I used to feel, but now I am developing myself, I am fusing myself together, redetermining self-worth. I need not chase the opinions high nor low of yonder words to come, need not seek the approval of critical strangers, or unkind people who I’m not close with, why, shouldn’t they matter [...]
My land of In-Between is glorious, that space which cannot be defined, can’t be plotted, accurately located, yet it houses my wealth of memories, my heartfelt song, prose, poetry, the magic of my inner layers which are only conducive to goodness, kindness, and moral wealth. Imagine a cloud-speckled sky, with Sun gently winking, mischievousness in her eyes, [...]
You have it within you. The ability to push through, with determination, with resolve, with power, without the assistance of another. You can do it, brother, sister, you can achieve these goals. You can achieve your goals, even with extenuating circumstances, don’t you know? Though sadness, lack of [...]
We’re walking through the streets, hand in hand we stop to take a sip of our drinks, smiling, laughing, we have so much to share, so much happiness to spread, we’re like deviants of the light, spreading joy with all our might. Trailing behind are the remnants of ill feeling, we’d cast them aside long before, the lingering feeling of discontentment is still present, [...]
The ambient music is comforting, soothing unto my soul, it makes me rise along with it, and when the melody sinks with satisfaction, my heartbeat ebbs, it flows. I relish these special times I have to appreciate the music in my abode, where I am left quietly, contemplatively, to myself. [...]
Rosemary oil swiped either side of the doorway, and below the walkway, where I will enter into my abode. Rosemary oil, so glorious is the scent, wiped below the lip of my desk, to harness, caress, relax. I am embracing the softer side of life, scent, meditation, dreamscapes, holistic. [...]
The differences between us could be enormous. Life experiences, personal beliefs, ways of going about things. I guess the one we mostly have in common is a desire to be happy. Happiness can manifest itself in many ways from many things, but I’m not interested in seeking it through the materialistic. I’m interested in the personal and interpersonal. We can exist alone but who would we be without companionship, friendships, emotional ties, relatability? [...]
I lay my head softly to rest. It is morning, but I have been awake since eleven in the eve. I don’t toss and turn like some do when their mind is at unease, but I feel the dismay within. Or it may in fact be vehement, it may be sorry, it may be “How did I find myself in this circumstance?”, my life begs of me, tells me there’s other ways to go, and I wish I were strong enough right now to explore those paths, to find a different way for myself. Change appears to be [...]
Our love was a beautiful tragedy, we flourished from the taste of its existence, the way we reacted and acted was like that of a giggling pair of youths. But we lacked maturity, good times could not only be the ones had, falling into his eyes, his hurt, what did it truly mean? Listening to tales, the opening up of [...]
