Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
My corner of the world where I feel most at home: poetry, art, and prose.
Their presence lingers, I am eternally grateful for the guidance that only Love can provide, there is little more to be understood that needs no wishes to be further sanctified. Because their devotion is pure, warmer and lovelier as time goes on, and I am appreciative of everything that has been performed, which has [...]
What’s in the wooden box? An ornate engraved chest – Does it promise me treasure? Diamonds, jewels, gold? It must with any luck. I approach the container with trepidation, My fingers tremble with delicious anticipation, And the tremor which should rile me awfully Pushes me forth: The adrenaline is potent. What will I [...]
Stardust, starlight and blossom so bright, A mention of colours I see tonight Be they bold, subdued, or delicate, or brutal, I see them; Internally, I can feel them. It is as though each colour has an emotion, I assign a meaning to each shade, each hue, Only I absorb their meanings, I can [...]
Keep me warm, keep me warm, his heart said to me Hold me near, keep me close, his eyes spoke of his fears Love me tender, love me true, his lips formed his precious request Hold me near, love me more, never abandon, Appreciate me the most, never less. As his hand slipped into [...]
She rises from the depths from the phantom-riddled deep the angular monstrosity of the high North Sea. She attempts to make a show of her pride with the way she presents herself a reflection of the way she views her interior — her internal kaleidoscopic picture. As a beautiful creature with so much [...]
Lucy unintentionally became unhealthier and gaunt. Lucy the Pear had always been of a hefty size. Because of this, throughout her primary and secondary schooling years she had been bullied relentless, emotionally tortured, several times a day she couldn’t help but hide in the bathrooms and sometimes sob hysterically, or even just silently cry. Her [...]
