Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
A corner of my world where I feel most at home
Not right, not right, not right. Matchmaking is more than a plight, I shall denounce the insolence with a single breath into the dead of night. Who minds that only I am the one who breathes, flames flicker by my outstretched hands, extended sleeves, I shall not learn what it means to flee. [...]
Perhaps some are meant to be apart for a while, to allow distance and the ability for truth to no longer be real. Imagination reigns without truth, what is that person seeing, feeling, what will they do, thoughts of them, I should really be immensely and measurably through. Delicate interventions, reaching out in a moment, wondering is no longer wondering because now there’s an [...]
So, lead with me, leave the dust behind, call to me, seek what you need to find. Don’t dawdle in the moment, grasp onto it, true? Leave with strength and honour, follow your words through. May I smile at your departure, may I warm at your arrival, may I wilt at nonsense spoken, vehement words that can’t be unbroken. [...]
I gasp. It wasn’t expected, to see this sight today. But then, I smile, because in a way, I have been quietly asked to let go of personal dismay. I’ve set my sights on improvement, within my life I’m going to change, and I’ve already made self-alterations, I can view them on the page. [...]
There’s always an opportunity, a silver lining, the chance to advance, or gain at developing, the admirable qualities held within, a spark or a prism, beautiful rainbow rays can be seen. Even when circumstances appear dismal, tough, rough, [...]
I am sick to death of this draining, this haunted state of false reverie where I’m lulled into a state of dumbfound and airiness, because the flow, it has ceased, as I know it to be. Beautiful melodies once soared from my throat, from my lips, blustering blight, I’m not at all pardoned, from [...]
We spread our wings each time we share, we spread ourselves feather-tip to feather-tip, we open ourselves up, we tweet, we sing, with soaring pitches, we dare. We allow insight into our hearts and minds, our light that’s dimmed we make bright, to smile unto another’s confused face, and make them feel utterly compelled [...]
What idiocy she possesses, she slaps her arm, her face, she is her own abuser, let her disallow her hand’s ability to falter. For she deserves to be punished, before and after the fact, she knows what she has done is wrong, but strangely she displays the minimal amount of regret. She understands [...]
I don’t think it’s pertinent to share all. I don’t believe it is wise to give everything away; this is something I need to inherently grasp and know. Because throwing precious hurt and gnarled knots of hardened truth, for revelation’s sake, for honesty, for letting go, and giving it all away, it no longer always [...]
Quietness, the solitude, I can exist, for a while, at least, without him. Though he left hardened punctures within me, calibre-deep, wounded, gaping, shrapnel succumbing, I can still see right through me, transparency in my views, aiming for blatant and softened truths, now decidedly vulnerable, but paralysed though, extracting the spirit from herself, [...]
