Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
My corner of the world where I feel most at home: poetry, art, and prose.
Sometimes you can tell what is lingering beneath the surface, the shining reflection stares back at you, and you understand you’re that person who wants and needs to express her existence, through illness, through wellness, which status, it does not matter, your arranged words determine the careful revelations of your circumstances. You then wipe the [...]
I wonder: Is there such a thing as paralysis of creativity? The centre of my thoughts that hold intrinsic meaning, where fireflies dance and darkness looms and fervent flames of passion can fill this room. This room, which houses techniques and methods of madness, has been disabled, of smooth movements it simply cannot [...]
Could you condense yourself into a single line? You, every fibre of your being, exposed, viewable, entwined. Who’s that knocking at the door? Pounding, “I’m here”, your intrepid war cry, single line, single file your name scrawled with mine. © 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. Image by Julie Rose from Pixabay Return [...]
when you breathed life into me, i felt my tight ribbons unfurl, the edges of me curling under, towards my heart, decorating me whole. © 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. Image by S. Hermann & F. Richter from Pixabay There are moments of brightness among the numbness. A shine that burns through the [...]
As our car enters our street, around the bend the surprising sunshine greets, glorious, positive, shining, it strangely has no effect upon me. Where once I felt the warmth, the sunshine’s smile, now I remain hollow, there’s nothing brightening about. All I can remember, all I can recall, are the feelings of emptiness, when will [...]
I’ve too much time on my hands. For some, this would be paradise, but for me, it’s a continual, rising obsession of poetry and revisions filling my mind. I can spend hours and hours retouching a word, retouching another phrase, here and there, rephrasing this and rewording that, the stresses of syllables hold great [...]
Some may view me as mechanically sound, for I smile quite naturally and talk with a lilting, confident tone. My words are humorous, relaxed, and 'well', they don’t know what’s hiding inside, the astringent sadness, she overwhelms. Internally, I feel stretched, as though a punishing thin layer has been made out of me, a [...]
Sometimes, occasionally, I feel like I’m coming back to life. When the outer layers peel down and around me, revealing the scintillating softness inside. So curious am I to view and feel and touch this part of my identity, where I am completely vulnerable and wholesome and completely, utterly me. This nature [...]
I cherish: the wind whipping about my hair, the still-bitter taste of sweetened coffee – it reminds me life’s not always sweet. The taste of crunchy cereal in the evenings, the gentle tap-tapping of conscientiously-used computer keys. The welcome inertia of remaining in bed long after a nap, the loving words spoken to me, [...]
I’ll admit it. Depression must be settling in. The sadness has quietly crept into my clothing and then into my bones, until I’ve become used to his company. I snipe at little things, take offense, wallow with despair, I want to reject this feeling, but I am too languid, I need some form of [...]
