Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • Poem and Spoken Word: last night – 22/11/21

    Poem and Spoken Word: last night – 22/11/21

    I carried a hope for you and I to be whole
    to know it all together
    for positive growth
    there might not have been patience
    but there really was truth
    I could not ask for more but
    explanations that I could only view analyse and
    so I knew

    I prayed for you to love me
    to understand me further
    as I tried to understand you
    there’s no case in not wielding the ability
    for self-sacrifice, I know
    but if you won’t communicate how can I show
    patience knowledge true kindness
    but confusion anger upsets reigned
    because I didn’t realise what was
    going on in your life

    this life, our lives perhaps will align
    they may not please others but I have to watch out
    for those who control their understandings of myself
    and have known me over the years

    enough, enough,
    stop this nonsense, madness,
    I can’t promise a thing just like
    you cannot promise me the world
    because there’s only so much I feel
    that you can give
    but love me love me
    love the world as you love them and you love us
    (21/11/21)
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    Previous Post: fervid – 21/11/21

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  • Poem: fervid – 21/11/21

    Poem: fervid – 21/11/21

    woke up late
    I didn’t know what I was all about
    looking around with delirium
    smiling to myself
    at the fever I knew would begin again
    the fervid burning of hope
    at knowing
    knowing
    knowing
    that what I pursue is worth the dreaming
    allowing for facts of independence and fine fine times
    achieved by chasing the high of gains
    and frames behind the mirror depict
    the moments which, are all the same,
    but varied alike in their ability to capture the light
    and tame my heart and soul and mind
    with the memories of brightness and soul.
    abundance fills my life in many ways
    more ways than I can aptly appreciate
    but I do,
    I do,
    I thank the lord for what’s being pursued
    because he gave me the heart
    the ability to strive forth with great intent
    dragged away, away from the discussion of late
    words spoken over and over
    complaints negativity
    didn’t warrant a picture
    a place on my shelf?
    No, keep away, keep away,
    pain and feverish complacency can remain
    where its now laid,
    it shall stay.
    (21/11/21)
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    Previous Post: Airless Dolls – 21/11/21

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  • Poem: airless dolls – 21/11/21

    Poem: airless dolls – 21/11/21

    the righteous favour the brave
    but the brave favour themselves
    there’s little need to further delve
    it’s just the way they display themselves

    barbie girls upon on the shelf
    awaiting their knight
    to be rescued by the hero
    victorious from the fight

    they smile from cheek to cheek
    pearly whites framed by pillows of
    pale high society pink
    waists as small as inched parading
    eyes brighter than the cunning hunters
    as of late

    soaring the night air for their prey
    they are fastidious but wouldn’t you know it
    that, incredible, incredible
    is the moment when they capture
    the hearts and minds
    of the passing toy soldiers beneath them

    in their boxes the dolls smile smile smile
    there’s much to be absorbed from their dials
    but beneath the facets
    the facades
    not much, in a while.

    lacking the ability to be whole
    hearts empty as a vacuous vessel
    veering this way and that to scoop up
    as many airless dreams
    as one can pursue and slew.
    (21/11/21)
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    Previous Post: i wish – 20/11/21

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  • Poem: i wish – 20/11/21

    Poem: i wish – 20/11/21

    i wish i wish
    to be seen for who I haven’t been before
    a need to be admired for who I am becoming and more
    not by others, no,
    but by myself, for who I am, who I am now,
    a genuine self-satisfaction for my hard work
    my development my resilience my growth

    it’s as though
    I wandered the nights for hours and years
    in the undergrowth
    dampened spirits, lingering hope
    every chance seemed uplifting, crazy,
    the freshest answer to myself,
    solutions to breathe,
    but devastation only met me,
    befell me and thus,
    from success I would fall away,
    I would flee.

    unbeknownst to me,
    my desires to be, to breathe,
    to have every need felt heard seen
    thwarted by the very process
    desperately employed
    highlighted
    underscored
    outlined
    incorrect methods and knowledge half-researched
    poorly spelled poorly cast
    the magic was never truly there
    because in my heart,
    I didn’t understand… me.

    i look back,
    I think of her every day and every night
    that little wild girl who just wanted the answers
    to be loved in life
    to have another hold her
    and share their hopes, nights and dreams
    not knowing what I know now
    I have to enjoy my days for me.
    life is so precious, believe,
    every second to understand that I must appreciate,
    feel and be.
    (19/11/21)   
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    Previous Poem: bed of starlight – 19/11/21

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  • Poem: bed of starlight – 19/11/21

    Poem: bed of starlight – 19/11/21

    look at the glowing
    a bed of starlight before me
    burning in its fluidity
    already passed but beauty present to see
    to experience,
    whilst being.

    what is this luck that I feel
    whilst basking beneath the starry warmth and the
    shine of their moon
    his smile is knowing
    as though he’s telling me soon soon
    but soon, for what?

    my heart tells me to beseech
    but my mind instructs me to wait
    contemplate, contemplate
    there’s no level of censure in my ability
    to remain here, concentrate
    on the future, away from the past,
    beneath the rolling blanket at half-mast
    part past eleven crawling seconds to midnight
    to last to pass

    I throw my head back and sing to the forlorn sun
    hidden behind the tapestry of the night
    awaiting the stars’ closing time
    so she can again shine soon
    and so can I
    with the brightness,
    effervescence I’ve found within
    because, being sprightly has its benefits
    thinking positively yields its merits

    I yodel into the night as though I’m calling
    for something lost –
    perhaps I am, perhaps I am,

    at least I’ve found my newest self,
    pleasure to be gained,
    my spirit, oh, how she soars,
    the world is patient, waiting for her,
    bright spark, to fully explore.
    (19/11/21)
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    Previous Post: running free – 18/11/21

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  • Poem: running free – 18/11/21

    Poem: running free – 18/11/21

    running free
    it’s what I need breathe feel
    the wind battering my face
    as I take on new beliefs
    knowing internally what this will cause
    what type of effect
    no denial in me
    shedding skin
    cocooning complete
    what is done
    done done done.


    I can no longer hold
    that false bravado
    satisfied feeling
    eyes rolling to the ceiling
    knowing knowing
    now what’s better for me
    and what must remain attached
    with caution
    running free running free
    delicate contractions,
    prized so desired actions.

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    Previous Post: Poem/spoken word – be yourself – 17/11/21

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  • Poem: living fate – 16/11/21

    Poem: living fate – 16/11/21

    greedily I take that Fate
    wash me down take selection of late
    admiringly I grin, accepting the moment
    just that while
    this is a date

    I take his hand he offers me
    I feel less alone but I don’t need
    another to adore me
    but commonplace these emotions be?
    I just need the ability to continue to breathe
    without any nuances or heaving consumptives
    my chest is burning from exertion
    much intrepid condemnation
    and what I must say is that I am
    aware enough for all of them,
    caught off guard will I never be
    gullibility and naivety
    no no no
    it’s hard to break well-worn habits
    but this is the way it must be
    my friends, my dearests, what is it that compels me
    what is it that draws me
    to complicate the procedure of Life?
    Surely there is no need:
    to live simply and happily is the aim
    it is enough


    I am we are it is enough the way we are/am,
    slash this need for conformity and accept
    the wholeness of Fate,
    strength within, outwardly cheeky expression,
    I am living living living
    so joyous, no need for rubbish.
    Complications can stay out of
    my life.
    (16/11/21)
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    Previous Post: insomniac – 14/11/21

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  • Poem and Spoken Word: carry on – 14/11/21

    Poem and Spoken Word: carry on – 14/11/21

    https://soundcloud.com/user-894707136/carry-on-spoken-word-poetry-lauren-m-hancock-poet?si=16366ceaefb243f38816fb9c29607ba1

    carry on carry on
    there is no time to regret
    past mistakes are mere moments
    take them with a grain of salt
    nothing more they’re already spent
    learnt lesson learning lessons yearning for more
    in a while
    because what is suffering is my heart
    aching heart
    for quite some time
    with many a-frantic style

    carry on dearest
    there is nothing to fear
    look forth for something sparkling
    to focus your dreary eyes near
    because you deserve that light in your eyes
    the widened delight
    god knows I was suffering many eons
    many plights
    just to meet my match
    my path my past all down the drain
    in fright? No, I will wrangle my memories
    and set them alight
    spent many hours weeks years
    detailing this fight
    this desperation
    for someone to complete me
    but here’s the crux of the suffering
    I am here already
    I am me
    I don’t need to reach a hand out
    to clasp another
    to airily dream
    to encapsulate me with this ambiguous other
    for time, precious time
    so much was wasted chasing mice not men
    and then underneath the surface
    were cataclysmic moments
    but why ponder
    why go under?
    trudge forth
    no, fly free,
    being the best that I can be
    and then I’ll announce myself as ready,
    ready for the world to see
    well, I’m already prepared, perhaps already there
    it’s the journeying that means this much
    so ever much to me.
    (14/11/21)
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  • Poem/Spoken Word: insomniac – 15/11/21

    Poem/Spoken Word: insomniac – 15/11/21

    https://soundcloud.com/user-894707136/insomniac-spoken-word-poetry-lauren-m-hancock-poet?si=58885ed1c26a4a01a49aa22af11d87d3

    never again will I allow myself
    to fall upon the railway sleepers
    walking insomniac nightly
    anything but a daydreamer
    eyes wide, hollowed, intrigued, not:
    I will follow the path of rightness –

    aliveness and damnation? NO
    attack that silence and go.

    zombified, staring at the keys
    pretending to be straight when my intent
    is bent
    sniggering to myself
    boy am I so clever
    im going under
    into the depths of my distress

    and I would smile
    because the outcome
    it’s what I ached for all the while
    risking shuddering intentionally pondering
    conundrum on the surface
    and complexities within

    insomniac insomniac what do you feel
    when you glance within
    take a squiz
    sip of gin
    spit out that poison
    I don’t need to taste it
    the only poison I need
    is yours and mine
    to feel so vibrant
    to feel so alive.
    (14/11/21)
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  • Poem: rise sprite rise – 13/11/21

    Poem: rise sprite rise – 13/11/21

    lightly lightly sprite
    take your time
    fly, soar, your flight
    is delayed
    but it is so warranted,
    you’re finally here
    rising above the trees
    the blossoms into the skies so sweetly
    and so you ride the atmospheric dreams.

    your heart is bursting, full
    for you have announced your intention
    to live with graciousness and wildness
    both extroversion of your abilities
    to be beautiful internally and outwardly
    you know that nothing truly matters
    but the moment
    this moment
    this moment itself
    for like a butterfly you’ve those
    three days of freedom
    to be whatever you please —
    flit amongst the breeze
    and to be, to be, to be
    sprite become lightness
    amazing in your abilities
    your self-belief is uniquely pure
    and its come as greatly as you pleased
    but you worked hard for it
    for this fleeting occasion
    treasure it will you in your dear heart
    admirable is your dedication
    yourself, your life, your self-improvements,
    your strength, your resilience
    became so much more than
    you ever dreamed you would be
    and now, let the waves be ridden
    the blustering breeze be strong
    around your hair
    fairy wings,
    be prepared, World,
    for you are finally there.
    (13/11/21)
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