Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • How to right the path of inhabitable processes?

    How to right the path of inhabitable processes

    Undo the damage during manic and psychotic catharsis

    Lay a shoulder on the gloom of my dear shoulder

    Which shoulders the weight of sharp words paranoia then inevitable inertia

    I can’t undo undo

    But I can address the well meant template

    Explain I am never usually, well, in this way

    I floss I floss in the river of gloom

    Now hiding in moments

    Adverbs of deep hushed blue

    Most mightn’t understand

    But I shouldn’t need to detail further processes

    Tektites and andromorohirs,

    good omens never ceased, no apparition.

    No apparitions indeed. Yet growing weary we remain steadfast

    This birthday suit we carry

    And in that moment my brain mind shifts

    Alchemy the lure permit the transformation to occur.

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  • Poem: Away Without Leave – 18/07/21

    Poem: Away Without Leave – 18/07/21

    I am currently away without leave,
    taken steps to walk from progress
    so I can be there, to care
    for the ones I used to revolt against,
    those who love me with every inch
    no matter past sadness,
    but pray tell I do digress,
    I need to be here,
    not unavailable, but present,
    my presence used to be far, far less.

    I have relearned the role of
    family amid this chaos,
    upsets, Life’s bad news,
    over years together when my
    desire to stay home faltered,
    when I needed to be
    belligerent to others,
    now those days have all but
    faded away,
    love grown and nurtured,
    here I am,
    I will stay,
    give back
    for it’s the least
    I can do,
    promise their needs will be
    attended to,
    it’s not about my former
    wreckages now.

    Gently, I will lace the new
    understanding of family
    and closeness and inherent need
    and trust,
    being here, breathing there,
    even in silence
    company is a must,
    spread my opening wings around
    their hearts,
    stop the chance of bruising
    through my chrysalis,
    boy, am I wondering
    will this ever be enough,
    as repayment?
    This tender notion of love versus love.

    I am away without leave,
    I have taken the time,
    a step away from requirements,
    daily life now starts to sway,
    we are in our vortex where
    time learns to stand still,
    and we can appreciate one another’s
    company again,
    adoringly drink our fill.
    For, time is fleeting,
    Life seems to know that drill.

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  • Poem: Vivid Waves – 01/07/21

    Poem: Vivid Waves – 01/07/21

    Vivid waves heave then capitulate,
    hooves upon sand,
    gallant galloping,
    sun-drenched love;
    subtle stuttering,
    nervous selection,
    calm, controlling.

    Rise forth, my tidal queen!
    Wreak havoc upon all that
    you might see,
    open your waters,
    a space to reside and breathe,
    positive intent;
    entangled seaweed.

    Salted air attends to
    loose hair,
    beachy waves tossed, combed,
    flicked, without concern,
    fingers drag through piecey sections
    without a single care,

    and internally the
    thunderous towering beauties
    envelope a stray swimmer,
    sadly, his time,
    can’t you see?

    Wondering, wandering,
    bang, crash, decimated,
    the still–mood in my mind,
    I am plagued by naught,
    freed by the fragranced sea air.

    This is the air that I subsist on,
    this is the air that I breathe,
    envelope, my waves,
    this tidal queen,
    lest I settle beneath,
    to my home underneath the sea.  

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  • Poem: Green Shoots – 27/06/21

    Poem: Green Shoots – 27/06/21

    Green shoots press their way
    through compact heavy weight
    of rain-drenched soil,
    I watch them rise,
    peek through the surface,
    surprise! their ends seem
    to call,

    reach toward that sun
    drenching them,
    a morning of rich rays
    warming them,
    the heat permeates my skin,
    and I wonder,

    am I like these shoots,
    growing with others,
    determination,
    precious company,
    shared devotion to growth,
    our fresh lives
    visions renewed?

    The blades of grass,
    I glance upon them
    with a certainty now,
    their simplicity of presence
    seems a sign,
    a reminder from the
    Universe to reach forth,
    be brave, shoot upwards,
    onwards with goals,
    whatever I treasure as my own.

    I dance my fingertips
    across the very tippy-tips,
    the tactile nature of
    assumed hope and enrichment,
    speaks of passion, courage,
    bravery, innate power,
    against my softened skin.

    For we are all in stages of growth,
    some rise quickly,
    others a little slower,
    but truth be told we will
    all reach our own fate,
    onwards, skyward-bound,
    forever Sun-reaching,
    life is beautiful,
    fruitfully revealing,
    utterly amazing,
    potent, unravelling,
    each day’s a precious date.

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  • Poem: First Time – 26/06/21

    Poem: First Time – 26/06/21

    The very first moment
    I leant in for your kiss,
    I’d been waiting most of the morning,
    watching your careful moving lips.

    With bliss abounding,
    I had spoken with abandon,
    so ecstatic I was to be in your presence,

    and seated next to you,
    my heart raced,
    my breath held,
    bated,
    surely you could see,
    feel the rich desperation,
    my need,
    for your touch,
    underscored by your
    vermillion crease.

    You were hesitant,
    for unknown reasons
    I watched your body stiffen,
    unsure it seemed you were,
    to accept excitable desire
    toward you,
    perhaps fearful of such nearness.

    With a quick peck on
    billowy cushions,
    disappointed somewhat,
    I retracted,
    dejected,
    it swims through my innards,
    a scourge,
    fresh disease,
    I could not wipe
    the sadness from
    my shuttered eyelids,
    was ‘playfully shy’
    your process?

    I protest with these lips,
    beseech you to
    explain away your fears,
    attempts to allay mine
    of not being enough,
    of being too eager,
    too excitable,
    too weird,
    is my pressuring too rough,
    am I not the girl you wanted,
    am I not the presence desired,
    if not,
    annihilate this morning,
    embarrassment bleeding,
    as your stuttering excuses start…

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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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  • Poem: The Keyhole – 03/06/21

    Poem: The Keyhole – 03/06/21

    There is no thought involved
    to access personal wisdom,
    inhale, exhale,
    irreversible – the accessible?
    No.
    Align with your Incredible.

    Enter into the keyhole
    which guards secrets within,
    past those pearled gates,
    access is possible
    if you meditate and ruminate freely.

    If anything arises
    which impedes your process,
    understand that to move forward
    we should adopt the most relaxed
    manner we can,
    remembering we are blessed.

    No tiresome inabilities
    to achieve or gain,
    ignorance, excuses,
    no longer bear pain.

    Enlivening the memories
    without acting as though
    it’s a task,
    better still, receive,
    receive, understand
    the captured worthiness,
    watch it grow,
    self-growth at full mast.

    It may seem beyond our knowledge
    that this circle of wisdom
    can extend,
    allowing for flow,
    for brightness,
    amazing this power within you
    as it attends, and you comprehend.

    Because every part of me
    I have come to properly learn,
    it is my heart which connects,
    makes pathways,
    from my memory pool to see,
    then discern,

    knowing now I’m truly
    better off on my own,
    I must be firm and capable
    at standing and walking
    confidently, alone.

    Accompanied at times only by
    those who listen, share, and support,
    a circle of trust,
    a personal cohort.

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  • Poem: At What Cost? – 02/06/21

    Poem: At What Cost? – 02/06/21

    I am mesmerised,
    I am amazed by the
    opportunities available,
    a contented smile decorates my lips,
    eyes sparkling like
    popped champagne bubbles,
    they dart up and within my irises,
    each glimmer,
    every speckle breathes life
    between the silences
    which exist amidst
    peeps of delight —
    the night, the night,
    knows well of these.

    Let us come together,
    watch, wait and learn
    at the processes,
    they’re harmless, yes?
    You know nothing of the
    consequence of these,
    there’s burgeoning duress,

    but understand completely
    your wish to know
    of the debt –
    there’s no investment without intent,
    unwilling to unashamedly make amends.

    And the truth is,
    the source of this is,
    I, I have ceased to care,
    oblivious to obvious moments,
    I should have been wide-eyed, wide-open,
    but I refuse to deplore,
    a learning curve, of sorts;
    god damn, I’ve actually learned,
    not simply preconceived notions and returning,
    those mistakes, those behaviours,
    a dulled, boring blur.

    Better leave the moments as they are,
    inert, unmoving, unspoken words.

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  • Prose: Journey to the Light – 01/06/21

    Prose: Journey to the Light – 01/06/21

    Allow me to gambol, to rise with positive growth – what a goal this is, this moment of truth in itself. It will truly show and detail, I place myself in the right, waltz outrageously and joyfully, inextricably into the night. There is nothing to fear in the darkness; I am strong, safe, no one is hunting, no search for vulnerabilities, gaps, chinks in the armour, when unsubstantiated evidence can breathe and easily flee.

    My journey to the light is an intention, a focusing of comprehension, the knowing, that being in dimness is not frightening, but character-building. For, if I cannot see with my own two eyes, I must be guided by head and heart, arms are my feelers, they stiffen, reach forth. I fumble in the darkness some more.

    Vigorously, I wave my hands this way, that, coming across nothing, perhaps I’m in a room that’s empty and bereft of anything negative, of any prior circumstance I shall not share its air, nor breath – I am miraculously understanding this inner light which is guiding me from my interior, and realising now what it means to me.

    Covered with a fine veil, the area of inner light peeks through dotted lace: a shroud of sorts to a monument, I am attending to this – my loved ones, so proud. I’m relaxed, with my strength, with my desire to do good for the world, myself, others, I am, I may be engulfed by darkness currently, but I am led by my brightness within, in and of itself.

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  • Prose: A Foretelling Sense of Importance – 27/05/21

    Prose: A Foretelling Sense of Importance – 27/05/21

    I prioritise the things that are important, so too, the people in my life. I acknowledge every moment, but I magnify the truth behind what’s necessary or needed. What is unnecessary will fall by the wayside; I must work to the best of my ability to sort the endangered from the general herd. And to understand that people bless me with their presence, with a smile, a tilted upward nod, a wink and a half, knowing that they’re instilling their emotions and feeling, well, this is a sign of their efforts to form a second’s connection – their own sense of priority, a type of gentle dedication.

    I feel a sense of progress travel with me while everything paves the way for me. I watch as the invitingly tactile moss rises from the cracks in between the pavers, slowly, slowly, I know that it will become plentiful, these rows, with time. And softened like green clouds, upon them I could rest my head, sleeping in a state of fitful rest, that, with a heart so heavy, could carry nothing else but what is already inside of me.

    One who can foretell the future through their writing – is it what you would call an intuit, or something else? For when I prioritise with words, my messy cursive, my gentle, haphazard scrawl, I detail that which becomes strangely relevant into the future days: ideas, feelings, formulae. It’s oddly relevant, this is what I have to say. Perhaps my subconscious forewarns and foretells, and it is up to me to discern which way my truths should be taken – warnings or fate, these would, by then, have already been spelled, typed, and saved, hypotheticals and predictions become reality to be seen, shall I become yet amazed? No, but I will take heed of what has been written upon my page.

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