Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • Poem: Don’t Wanna Leave – 14/06/21

    Poem: Don’t Wanna Leave – 14/06/21

    Swimming in pools,
    whirling thoughts,
    like sediment,
    opportunities
    sink to the rocks,
    soggy, thick dirt.

    Submerged below
    the system,
    unexplored territory,
    pumped,
    crunched by pistons,
    enmity, harsh dichotomy.

    And the duality
    of both positive
    and negative systems
    overrides our ability for
    safe distances,

    from the beginning
    we will venture,
    from the middle,
    we will endure,
    all that exists
    beneath those shining surfaces.

    Fluidity of movement
    is so very important,
    though my false smile catches corners,
    galloping sounds pass by,
    whinnying, disagreeable sea horses,

    and to remember,
    to recall,
    those rides by the sea,
    they were magnificent,
    spectacular,
    the recollections I breathe.

    You and I, was it even you,
    or just singularly me?
    Horizon spans as far an
    eternally-felt rumination can see.

    Soggy underwood,
    underfoot,
    stormy-footed grip,
    envelope me,
    potent still,
    don’t you dare
    make a sound,

    hush, little baby,
    hold me in your arms,
    time is affective,
    I don’t wanna leave these charms.

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    Previous Post: ‘Release’ – 13/06/21

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  • Poem: Release – 13/06/21

    Poem: Release – 13/06/21

    Naturally, gently allowing
    the walls to crumble,
    down.

    Watching the open space
    bleeding into atmosphere’s
    righteous, wild unknown.

    Shreds of wisdom
    fall by the wayside,
    replaced by newer thoughts,
    the yarn, my thread of life,
    it is taut,
    so pleasantly, beautifully taut.

    Geraniums are laid by
    the broken, shattered walls,
    where once I wailed for more,
    for understanding,
    to be noticed,
    acknowledged,
    truth be told,

    yet here stands I,
    brimming with confidence,
    exuding inner success,
    it’s not about material possessions,
    no,
    I am truly, irrevocably blessed.

    I am dreaming
    of my purpose,
    what feels so right
    in the moment,
    barrelling through
    inconspicuous tirades
    of words formerly held,
    their refute against what I most admired,
    now their former plight.

    I am valuing my truth,
    I unwind,
    zig-zagging my way
    here and there,
    for in my mind
    I am now free of pain
    and this is
    truly a sight to see,
    I’ve tamed, released, and purged
    the demons from me,
    no more fear to bear.

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    Previous Post: ‘No Lamenting’ – 12/06/21

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  • Poem: No Lamenting – 12/06/21

    Poem: No Lamenting – 12/06/21

    Do not come here to lament,
    it is not eulogy time.
    This is cause for celebration,
    poignant moments of her life.

    Allow me to demonstrate
    why the need to weep
    has passed,
    maturity, acceptance, understanding,
    instead of mourning,
    she’d want us to
    leap, to dance.

    To gain favour
    to her memories,
    spin! she was strong
    with her words,
    the values of her heart,

    she speaks her mind,
    doesn’t allow thoughts to fester,
    knowing when and where
    they will grow,
    from an echoing room,
    negativity can depart.

    Into the depths
    where we can explore,
    no reasons to judge
    nor deplore,
    she’d tell me to
    live life to the full,
    without her I’d be empty,
    that is a certainty, for sure.

    Plutonian measures
    devastatingly linger in the gloom,
    take me back to that moment,
    that instance,
    when peace and love had
    already been, had grown, so pure.

    Do not come here to lament,
    for she is here,
    with us,
    precious time,
    lovingly ours and forevermore
    will our tales remain intertwined.

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    Previous Post: ‘The Essentials’ – 11/06/21

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  • Poem: The Essentials – 11/06/21

    Poem: The Essentials – 11/06/21

    Pack only the essentials,
    come along for the ride,
    our path ahead, awaiting,
    let’s take back those
    glorious moments in time.

    We’ll wheel our way
    through the visions,
    ride with hearts
    beating, brimming, full,

    courageous in the circumstance,
    trying tribulations
    were proof.

    Rise higher yet,
    our world will
    not be done,
    barrel our way
    into the sunset,
    obtuse were they,
    those lies about us they spun,

    we’ve only packed the essentials,
    it’s just you and I this time,
    ride together like the wind,
    forever ticking, mutual time.

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    Previous Post: ‘Proof of Growth’ – 10/06/21

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  • Prose: Proof of Growth – 10/06/21

    Prose: Proof of Growth – 10/06/21

    Moving onto a fresher path, worn yet torn, new grew from old, my life-long exception, a promise for long-term connection. Analysis, step-by-step, the odours of history strong, holding my attention on the grasp-holds of development worth having been done. It moves me to collate in my mind, I can turn and hit return again and again, but should I withdraw, anxiety knocking at the door? Be brave, little one, be bigger, be so very sure.

    I can become anything that is within my ability to practice, and if not, at least I’ve had the chance to try it. I will put my heart out on the line, dangle myself out into the world of change, and pursue, pursue, a different, new adventurous path. Which is the way for me? I will have to reach before I will know, and if I am to succeed, there must be proof of positive growth. I have something to show, my heart calls out to be seen, my heart yearns to be known, my prior struggles, my diverted paths, I will learn, to learn, through hope.

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    Previous Post: ‘Cocoon’ – 09/06/21

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  • Prose: Cocoon – 09/06/21

    Prose: Cocoon – 09/06/21

    I reside in this moment with you, beneath a lurid supermoon, its aura as precious as that fateful ‘oops’ moment when paths would intersect in artificial yet hounding gloom. I did not know it was necessarily the beginning of something fresh, yet also something promising pain, future blues, but shining through these circumstances are tid-bits of wonder, sparkles, delight would and does fly, I have to say, perfected upon many days and hours.

    Do I reminisce only on the appropriate moments, forgetting, forgiving, where I should not? The mental cavities, the pine-wood rot carrying, housing all these ill feelings I’d rather not transport? Perhaps I do, maybe block out the noise, sometimes certain people always have a pathway back into your life. And this is what I must say, where pieces of flung, shattered heart will not remain, after breaking I will have assistance from others, I need not perform surgery in vain.

    What seems warranted does not appear so to others, but internally, there is that pull, an indescribable power, that this person must remain, must return, like their presence was never cast aside, and so I ignore their former mental trains, their ability to cause hurt to my heart, aching and anger all the same. I excuse the errors, I forgive, forgive, somewhat naively, but that’s the price I decide to pay if I want fulfilled my detailed, scrawled yearnings. The other’s self-conditioning is shining, winking, striding, not simply pacing, or aimlessly meandering. Fierce determination, flexing strength which is no longer alien, I watch by softly, shallowly breathing, within our cocoon, residing.

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    Previous Post: ‘Clear to See’ – 08/06/21

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  • Poem: Clear to See – 08/06/21

    Poem: Clear to See – 08/06/21

    Intense, tremendous purpose in life,
    wanting to aim for more?
    to alleviate strife,

    being aware of every good deed
    ever performed,
    heart pulsates,
    arms wide open,
    what has truly begun?
    Hands embrace memories
    like wanting time.

    Uplifting moments make me
    feel I’m floating on thin air,
    then billowing, cushiony,
    supporting me,
    allow these thoughtful clouds,
    will I even dare?

    And hence, I am grateful,
    so in wonder at the clarity provided
    to me,
    undermining myself again?
    I will not,
    I am essentially free.

    Or is this the beginning of a downfall,
    precarious yet clear to see?
    I must tread carefully,
    for where will illegitimate decisions lead me?

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    Previous Post: ‘Blame — A Reason for Why You’re Not Wrong’ – 07/06/21

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  • Prose: Blame – ‘A Reason for why you’re not wrong’ – 07/06/21

    Prose: Blame – ‘A Reason for why you’re not wrong’ – 07/06/21

    I’ll admit it. It’s human nature; I’ve been known to gear my poor decisions, my poor judgements onto others, to events, to differing reasons – blame, blame anyone else but myself, I’ve been there, haven’t you? At these times, couldn’t I have acknowledged that voice I hushed inside that we all occasionally stifle away, desperately want to hide, which wants to scream, “You, you are wrong, surely you can admit it this time?”

    But it’s about keeping oneself proud, and not embarrassed or ashamed, so we adamantly decide that the best way, what should be most apparent, is the employment of personal denial, and here we are, set for a rocky ride. What’s important to us in that moment Is the conception of what seems ‘right’, a cover-up, a disguising, a denial of integrity, in the hopes that parlaying responsibility will displace the need for discipline, the requirement to make truth seen not only by others, but revealed and mirrored by themselves, or personally, me!

    Blame is the cesspool of human existence, puts irresponsibility on show for the world to see. The day that we decide to forgo blame and commence admitting mistakes and errors, gleaning, revealing responsibility, this is the moment of truthful honesty. When we open ourselves up and stop allowing the negativities of blame to cover and then consume us, this will allow the world to truly see, to witness, our truest nature, human goodness, righteous intentions, and most importantly, integrity.

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    Previous Post: ‘Soar’ – 06/06/21

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  • Prose: Enriched Time – 07/06/21

    Prose: Enriched Time – 07/06/21

    Time stands still when you’re not around, my focus drags itself to the crowd, where watching, waiting, anticipating, my eyes will fall upon you sometime soon, somehow, your heated breath for me is calling.

    I feel an absence growing within my soul; a piece breaking unity, how can I be more forthcoming? I do not dream of you because in my world you’re yet to exist, a faceless being yet priceless, knowing, hope of circumstances growing.

    The fullness of who we are separately, individually, and who we are accumulatively, benefiting our spirits, like blinking fairy lights they brighten everybody’s way. Just to the side though, that light-bespeckled path, time stands still as the crowd now parts, my breath catches like a hook in a gutted fish.

    You’re not who I thought you’d be, somehow a complete stranger, lacking in familiarity. But take my arm, our Almost-Forever now, together we have advanced, become good. I know life could be further enriched with you, somehow I know this to be truth.

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    Previous Post: ‘Soar’ – 06/06/21

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  • Prose: Soar – 06/06/21

    Prose: Soar – 06/06/21

    The thematic development of my life may not have been the same as yours: dips, turns, rollercoaster-like moments, each as valid as the occasions when trumpets signalled your arrival, or when misery was wept, the melancholy your life silently marred. There must have been times when your breath was swept away, heart palpitating, locked eyes, fumbling, love-sick tongues dumbfounded, unknowing of what to say. Or the cold winter during June, when feet and legs would entwine beneath heavy rough woollen blankets, only clutched hands and fogged breaths keeping time?

    Haven’t we all experienced heartache, cracked into pieces, never to again feel whole? In these durations it seems all is lost; wailing, flailing, tears shed, losing all sense of control. Or have you felt the pity of another, your downcast eyes shamed into courage-stripped submission, the feeling that you’re, maybe, in that second, worthless, nothing, but later realising it was just a break, a lapse of judgement, a brief, vague intermission?

    Here, can you recall the joy rising within when feeling content, surrounded by caring friends and family? Or the warm rush, engulfing headiness at knowing that you’ve achieved some sort of task, through hard work and meticulous care, and you can now rejoice wildly and freely?

    Remember now, the feeling of being strong, like you are ready to take on the world, leave naysayers behind, to leap forward with your stride? Perhaps our experiences aren’t so different – now carefully contemplate, at which moment did you soar, at which moment did your spirit rise?

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    Previous Post: ‘Quiet Questioning’ – 05/06/21

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