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, [...]
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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 from, 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. [...]
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. [...]
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, [...]
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, [...]
Prose: Proof of Growth – 10/06/21
Flourish; you've proven others wrong. They never expected growth after you stagnated for so long...
Poem: The Keyhole – 03/06/21
There is no thought involves 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 [...]
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. [...]
Prose: Journey to the Light – 01/06/21
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 eyes, I must be guided by head and heart, arms are my feelers, they stiffen, reach forth. I fumble in the darkness some more. [...[
Prose: A Foretelling Sense of Importance – 27/05/21
I prioritise the things that 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 [...]
Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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